What the Reaper Sows Chapter 2 (Mortarion x GN!Reader; NSFW)
A/N: hiii so I finished the second chapter and it was a lot longer than i thought it would be. this is my first time writing ovi so apologies if it reads weird i tried my best! You can find Chapter 1 here! This work is also cross-posted to AO3 here!
TW: Oviposition, wing play, mask kink, sex
Words: 5,381
Tags: @catabibaz0n , @aggressivemenaceowo
As always, I do my best to write gender neutral reader without any descriptive terms for reader's genitalia!
Mortarion had been brooding in his sanctorum aboard the Endurance when he'd felt it, a persistent tug at his soul, one that would not be denied. He was being summoned back to Nurgle's garden. It had been nearly seven years since he'd last visited, as was customary of him to make the pilgrimage at Grandfather's will. Not only would he receive orders in that time spent in the paradise of rot, but it would afford him the time to check up on you, his beloved. For millenia he has made the journey to and from the garden, checking on your progress in the hope that each visit would be the one to see you reborn. If he was being summoned now, so close to the scheduled time of his pilgrimage, it could only mean one thing.
“It's time…” Mortarion rasped out loud to himself, turning to look at the hole in the wall where metal had rusted away, letting the unbridled power of the warp seep through.
He wasted no time returning to the garden; in fact he flew to the tree rather than walked, so desperate he was to be reunited with his love after ten millenia. He halted in the air, the chains of his censers rattling against his armor with the neck-breaking speed he stopped at, just an arm's length away from the slimy birthing sac hanging from the rotted tree. His rheumy eyes stared at it in anticipation, breath rattling in his lungs. All was oddly silent, not even the buzzing of fat, lazy flies were heard as Mortarion waited. His respirator wheezed loudly as he breathed and out came a toxic puff of yellow gas before it dissipated with the murky, thick haze that blanketed the garden. He narrowed his eyes, wondering if he had read the summons wrong.
Then, a twitch. Barely perceptible, yet the fallen primarch noticed it nonetheless. The bottom of the cocoon distended outward briefly before it retracted back to its usual tear-dropped shape. Then another, this time stretching from the side, before once again retracting. Mortarion watched with rapt attention, forbidden from aiding you as you struggled inside your birthing sac. His grip tightened on Silence as he watched you struggle. After a moment, you fell still again in the cocoon and he held his breath. Then, it punctured. Mortarion watched as clear, viscous slime began seeping from the birthing sac, slow at first, then more as it began to tear apart. He maglocked Silence to his back then, and reached his hands out to ghost a touch over the tear. Slowly, ever so slowly, you began to slide out, back first, arms, head, then legs. Unconscious as you were, Mortarion caught your slime covered body swiftly and held you close, his twin hearts beating rapidly in his wheezing chest.
He gave you a once over, inspecting your form. Viscous liquid from the cocoon covered you from head to toe, trapping your hair against your head and it sloughed off you in waves. Mortarion wiped a gentle thumb across your lips, clearing the slime away to ease your heavy breathing. You were still asleep, which was to be expected considering how much energy it took most daemons to escape the cocoon, built that way as to ensure the weak were culled before they could even be reborn. But you had made it out by yourself, and Mortarion could not have been prouder. Oh, how he'd longed to hold you like this again, cradled against his chest in one of his arms. He watched your chest rise and fall in steady rhythm, just savoring the feeling of having you back by his side.
After a few more moments, he retreated from Nurgle's garden with you in his arms. You'd wake up soon enough, and when you did, you'd be disoriented. The last thing he wanted was to spook you after waiting so long to have you back, so he returned to the Endurance, where he knew you'd recognize, even in its long dilapidated state. Over the years, Mortarion had been preparing for your return, slowly building a nest for you in his sanctum, away from his sons and safe within his proximity. He laid you gently into the nest, watching as you subconsciously nuzzled into the moss and moth eaten blankets he'd lined it with, and the scene made his twin hearts ache with a feeling he couldn't quite grasp.
The first senses that returned to you were touch and smell. The musty stench of mildew hit first, underlied with an acidic, metallic tang you'd come to recognize as the air Mortarion filtered through his respirator. It was this realization that began rousing you in earnest. Your hand twitched over something soft, desperately trying to wake you from your slumber, and in your half-asleep state it was difficult to determine what exactly you were laying on. You felt an ache radiate down your back and you let out a soft groan as you willed yourself to open your eyes. They were crusted shut, like you'd been asleep for a long time, and when you opened them it took several moments to blink the blurriness away. The sound of raspy breathing filled your ears and you turned your head to squint blearily up at the figure looming over you.
“Good morning, my beloved,” the tall figure murmured raspily, brushing a knuckle against your cheek affectionately as your eyes adjusted and focused, “There's my little light.”
“...Mortarion…?” You murmured in confusion, your thoughts and memories hazy, like someone had tossed a heavy blanket over your brain. Had you not been so tired, perhaps the consistency of it would have alarmed you; but in your current state, it was merely a comfort, its weight warm and welcoming.
“Yes,” the figure wheezed in affirmation, leaning closer to block the light from above, making it easier for you to recognize him.
You tried to roll onto your back, but Mortarion stopped you and instead lifted you to sit up properly. Now the haze of sleep had worn off and you were left with the comforting brain fog, you glanced around at your surroundings. You were clearly aboard the Endurance, though it had seen better days. Rust and overgrown plants covered what little remained of the walls aside from a wall of clocks and an alchemical table with beakers half full and flasks filled with unknown liquid bubbling inside them. Looking down, you realized you'd woken up in some sort of makeshift bed made of moss and old blankets, with a shimmering layer of dust across the entirety of it.
Looking back up you saw how Mortarion watched you quietly and realized you had to crane your neck far further than you remembered having to when meeting his gaze.
“You've grown,” you noted with a smile, “Have I been asleep that long?”
The fallen primarch closed his eyes with a sigh, his breath rattling in his lungs, “Yes… a very long time. You have missed much, my love, but that is of no consequence. What matters now is that you are awake.”
You let out a hum as you tried to remember anything from before you slept, but the brain fog made it difficult to recall anything aside from vague feelings, colors, and shapes. Mortarion reached forward to brush his knuckle against your cheek again and you leaned into it with a smile, grabbing his hand in your own.
“As long as we are together, then, I suppose nothing else really matters,” you said, looking up at him again.
“I wish I could kiss you like I used to,” Mortarion murmured, curling an arm around your back and leaning down to press the filters of his respirator into your neck in a mock nuzzle.
Closing your eyes, you held him close, snaking an arm over his spiked shoulder to keep him there. You began to lay back then, but he stopped you.
“Don't. You'll hurt your wings,” he said, pulling back to look down at you, his brow pinched in concern, “You're not used to them yet, but you will be, soon.”
“My… wings?” You repeated, glancing over your shoulder.
Though they were difficult to see from the corner of your eye, if you concentrated hard enough you could twitch them. Mortarion watched you for a moment before letting out a wheezing huff, exhaling toxic vapor from his respirator.
“Lay on your stomach,” he ordered, already maneuvering you onto your front.
Even as he did so, you attempted to twist your head back to look, eager to catch a glimpse of your new wings.
“Don't do that, just look forward,” Mortarion grumbled, pushing you down firmly but gently until you relaxed into the makeshift bedding.
When you were finally relaxed, he ran a clawed gauntlet up your back that was surprisingly warm and sent a rather pleasing tingle as he lightly scraped your bare skin. Letting out a soft groan, you arched back into his touch as it slid further up and paused between your shoulder blades.
“What do they look like?” You asked after a moment, squirming to again try and look back.
“Strong. Iridescent. Perfect. Grandfather blessed you with beautiful wings, my little light,” he said, and you could feel the weight of his gaze against your back as he simply examined you.
Then, his hand moved further up and for the first time, you could feel your wings as he ghosted his hand over them gently, carefully. The feeling sent an unbidden shudder through you and you let out a surprised moan at the contact.
“Did that feel good, my love?” Mortarion rasped and you could hear his plates scrape together as he leaned down to shift closer.
“Y…yes…” You stammered, surprised and still recovering from the sudden rush of pleasure.
“I thought so,” was all he said before doing it again to your other wing, earning a whimper from you.
Mortarion then lowered his hand again to the space between your shoulder blades and applied a slight pressure, easing a knot of muscle there you hadn't realized was the source of your ache earlier. You let out a soft sigh as you relaxed under his touch, humming when his fingers would ghost around your wings but otherwise leave them untouched for now. It almost sent you back to sleep in a comforting haze, until you felt his hands slide to your waist and hoist you up. You made a soft surprised sound as he picked you up and turned you to face him again.
This time you noticed the large shadows behind him and it took you a moment to realize they were his own wings. Your gaze drifted to them as he situated you in his lap to embrace you quietly.
“Can I touch them…?” You asked, flitting your gaze over to meet Mortarion's.
He hesitated for a moment before nodding, holding you up so you could reach over his shoulder. Gently, you reached your hand out to ghost your fingertips over the tattered wing. Despite its worn and torn appearance, it was surprisingly soft, like velvet. Carefully, you continued to feel along the wing, marveling at the sheer size and softness of it. Beside you, Mortarion let out a low grumble and his grip tightened on you briefly before he relaxed.
“They're injured… did it hurt?” You asked, eyeing the torn holes in the membrane of his wings.
“No,” he replied, tilting his head to rest against your side as you stroked his wing, “They were always like that.”
“They're beautiful…” you said with awe, pulling your hand away to find a shiny powder coating your fingers, the same powder that covered the nest.
Mortarion didn't reply, instead running his gauntleted hand over your back, scratching the steel claws in a line down between your shoulderblades, mixing pleasantly with the sensitivity of your new wings that sent a shiver down your spine and a whine tear from your throat. He nuzzles his respirator briefly into the crook of your neck before you pull back to look at him and meet his gaze expectantly. His milky white eyes stare at you intently for a moment, gaze briefly flicking down to your lips before meeting your gaze again. Mortarion raised his hand slowly, gently, and cradled the side of your face, sliding his thumb across your bottom lip.
“Oh, Mortarion…” you sighed, reaching up to cradle his face in your hands.
He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes, relishing in the comfort it brought him. He missed this, missed you. Mortarion lets out a wheezy, rattling breath and for a moment the two of you sit there in the near silence, sickly, but measured breathing the only sound breaking it. After a few moments more, you stroke your thumb across his cheek, urging him to open his eyes. When he does, you lean in to press a long, soft kiss to his forehead. Then you pull away, and as he's about to ask you to do it again, you lean back in to press another kiss to the filter of his respirator. Mortarion's breath hitches, phlegm caught in his throat at the affectionate gesture and his hands tighten at your waist. You meet his milky, rheumy eyes before deepening the pseudo-kiss. With a lidded gaze, you parted your lips to give the respirator filter a wet, open-mouthed kiss, earning a loud, low moan from Mortarion.
Even if he couldn't feel it anymore, the message you portrayed was clear: You're perfect just the way you are, I still love you.
As you continued with your one sided makeout session, he pulled you closer, his hands kneading the giving flesh of your thighs and dancing across your bare skin to leave a mixed trail of claw marks and yellowing bruises. You let out a soft whine from the back of your throat into the filter as his hands wandered, shifting your hips against his thigh when his hand ghosted over your back again. You raised your other hand to the side of his neck to pull his face impossibly closer, smashing your lips and tongue against his respirator and inhaling the toxic cloud of gas he puffed out with a moan when your nails clawed at the back of his neck.
“Mortarion…” you moaned, enjoying the burn as the toxin entered your system, sending a thrill through you that ignited a heat in the pit of your stomach.
He watched you intently as you licked languidly over his mask, and his pale gaze darkened into an expression you recalled was desire. His hands tightened firmly around your waist and he lifted you to shift you further into his lap, seating you on the cloth between his legs that was hiding his growing erection. You let out a soft sigh as you felt his hardness through the cloth and you ground down against him, watching as his pale lashes fluttered and eyes rolled back in ecstasy.
“Mnh… My love, please…” he murmured raspily, pulling you closer in an embrace to bury his face in the crook of your neck while he ground his hips against yours in a slow rut.
Your breath hitched as his cock further nudged insistently against you through the cloth, a growing wetness from both of your arousals staining the worn, dirty fabric. A whine tore its way from your throat as Mortarion's hands trailed down your back to grip your hips firmly, holding you in place for a moment.
“Please let me,” Mortarion begged, straightening up to tower over you, his pale gaze hungry with longing and desire you rarely saw from him, “Let me have you as I have dreamed of doing for the past ten millenia.”
Ten millenia? Is that how long you were asleep? A melancholic feeling tugged at your heart at his request and you raised your hands to cup his face affectionately.
“Oh, Mortarion…” you began, thumb stroking over the seam where scarred skin met respirator, “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes. To think that you have waited so long for me… let us end your suffering, we shall make sure neither of us are lonely ever again.”
Mortarion's eyes widened for a moment at the implication, “Do you mean…?”
You smiled up at him, slowly running a hand down the front of his corrupted Barbaran Plate, stopping it just above the cloth covering his aching need, “I do. I was unsure of asking prior to my prolonged sleep, but seeing as so much time has passed and we are reunited, I would like nothing more.”
Mortarion growled at your words, chest rumbling with phlegm filled lungs as he leaned down to nuzzle his face against your chest in a show of adoration before he lifted you and flipped you onto your stomach. You let out a quiet yelp at the sudden change in position but quickly readjusted yourself to your comfort while Mortarion ran his hand up and down your back in a soothing motion.
“I must have you like this, my little light, lest you hurt your wings. But worry not, I will give you what you want, what we both want,” he rasped, pausing his hand at your ass cheeks.
You arched your back into his touch, burying your face into the musty blankets and moss with a needy whine. You heard the chains of the censers on his armor jingle and clink together against his Barbaran Plate as he shifted behind you before you felt an armored hand coated in an oddly familiar slime ease its way carefully between your legs.
“You were covered in this when you broke out of your cocoon so I cleaned you up and bottled it away while you were still asleep. I had planned to use it for something else, but this will do just as well, my love,” Mortarion wheezed as he leaned over you, curling against your back but careful not to crush your wings as he slowly stroked his slick coated fingers over your sensitive sex.
The touch sent electricity up your spine and you shuddered, letting out a moan as you moved to close your legs at the sudden pleasure. Mortarion would have none of that, however, and he nudged one of his knees between your thighs to keep them apart.
“Now, now, little light, don't squirm too much, I don't want to hurt you,” he warned as his large, slick, armored fingers stroked over your burning arousal.
A moan tore its way from your throat as you dropped your head forward into the nest, hands curling into fists as Mortarion stroked the fire in your gut to an inferno.
“That's it… good pet,” Mortarion shushed you as he slowly eases a finger inside, his free hand curling over your hip to press flat against your stomach.
“Fuh… ah… Throne, Mortarion…!” You cried out, clenching at the suddenness of it, your hips jolting back out of instinct causing the finger to slam all the way in, down to the knuckle.
“Mnh, greedy thing. Be patient,” he growled, but it held no real malice as you felt him stroke soothingly over your abdomen.
You let out another whine and closed your eyes, willing yourself to relax around his finger. His free hand scraped thin red lines up your abdomen causing you to squirm back onto his finger, earning a low, phlegmy chuckle as he eased in another finger alongside the first. Your breath hitched at the stretch, unused to it as you were after so long and again, he shushed you, cooing comfortingly. You couldn't see him, but his shadow towered above you, blocking the harsh light as glittery dust fell from his wings, catching your gaze and mesmerizing you soothingly, taking your attention off the discomfort.
“There you go, my little light,” he praised, his free hand returning to your back to rest firmly between your shoulder blades.
Your back muscles twitched at the touch and your wings twitched of their own accord, a slight buzzing echoing in your ears for a moment as they moved before Mortarion moved his hand to your hip.
“Such beautiful wings you were gifted…” Mortarion murmured as he curled his fingers inside you.
Stars burst behind your eyes as ecstasy shot through you like white lightning, a shout tearing from your throat. You clenched hard around Mortarion's fingers as you came, dropping your head back to the nest as you panted breathlessly.
“Oh, how I wish I could taste you, my love,” Mortarion said, slipping his fingers out and sliding them through your cum that coated the blankets before he raised it to his respirator to smear messily over his filter with a crackling moan.
You whined needily at the loss inside you, turning to bury your face into the nest as you felt it heat up in embarrassment at his words.
“Do not be shy, little one, let me see you,” Mortarion urged, carefully grabbing you by the waist to turn and lift you so that you were facing him again, “Did that feel good?”
You nodded wordlessly, your face flushed as your gaze quickly flicked down to see his neglected length tenting the fabric between his legs desperately, a patch of wetness staining the already filthy cloth. Without another word, you reached your hand out to curl it over the covered tip, earning a raspy gasp as the fabric tightened around his cock and a fresh bead of precum leaking through to wet your hand.
“Little light…” he wheezed out, his hands briefly flexing around your hips, “Please…”
You removed your hand for a moment to push the cloth aside, staring at his now bared cock with a hungry gaze. Curling your hand around the head, you gathered the precum in your palm before sliding it down in a slick stroke from tip to base, then back. Mortarion moaned above you, curling over you as his wings fluttered behind him, a fresh layer of shimmering dust falling around you. When you inhaled, the air smelled oddly sweet and musty, the heady stench sending another rush of arousal through you. You let out a soft groan that matched his own and used your free hand to reach between your legs to relieve the returning throb of desire slowly building up again.
“Ngh… little light, please… cease,” Mortarion growled through gritted teeth behind his mask as he watched your hands work both of you towards completion, “We are not finished.”
Your hands paused and you looked up at him with a pout, earning an exasperated sigh from your lover before he lifted you up to hold you above the weeping head of his dick.
“I've missed you, my love,” he said, his voice gravely and low as his pale, rheumy eyes raked over your form before meeting your pleading gaze, “I want to watch your face as you come undone before I fill you up with our future children.”
“Hurry,” was all you could plead out, squirming in his grasp, so close yet so far as his tip teased your hole, “Fuck me, fill me. Breed me,” you begged, reaching your hands up to cradle his face again, “I need you.”
Mortarion groaned at your desperate words, muttering out an ‘As you wish.’ before he slowly lowered you onto his cock. Your hands slowly slid from his face down his neck to rest against his chest as he rose out of your reach. You both moaned in unison as you sank down until your ass met his thighs. He was big, bigger than you remembered, but then again, so was the rest of him. You let out a whimper as you shifted, the stretch forming a deep ache within you couldn't ease.
“Shh, shh, I know, my love, I know…” Mortarion cooed comfortingly, brushing armored knuckles against your cheek to wipe the tears forming at the corners of your eyes, “Look at you, taking it so well… so good for me…”
You looked up at him pleadingly beneath tear filled lashes and his gaze softened. He removed one hand from your hips to ghost over your body, from your stomach to your chest. He rolled his thumb over your nipple, earning a quiet yelp from you as you arched into the touch in surprise. The corners of Mortarion's eyes crinkled as he grinned beneath his mask and did it again, this time tweaking the perked flesh between his thumb and forefinger and tugging slightly.
“M-Mortarion!” You cried out in embarrassment at the sound you'd made, the ache long forgotten as you squirmed in his touch, face flushed with the heat of embarrassment.
“Much better,” he teased, trailing his hand back down your stomach to curl around your sex.
“O-oh…” You stuttered with a moan, hips jolting into his touch out of instinct as his fingers teased you, further relaxing you around his length.
“Is this better?” he asked, his gaze locked onto your face as it scrunched in pleasure, “Are you ready to move?”
Breathless, you nodded, but Mortarion clicked his tongue, “Use your words, my little light.”
“Y-yes… please move…” You replied, a heavy haze blanketing your mind in pleasure as you shifted your hips.
“Good pet,” Mortarion praised before returning his hand to your hip to slowly lift you.
He let out a groan as he helped you slide along his length, muttering something under his breath you couldn't quite catch beneath the phlegmy rumble. Slowly and carefully, he began to fuck you down onto his cock, the sounds of an obscene wetness from slicked skin meeting skin filling the room alongside both of your moans. He went slow, agonizingly so, each inch dragging euphorically against your insides until his tip caught at your entrance before he lowered you back down and repeated the motion. You rolled your head back with a strangled cry, your nails digging and scraping into the rot on his Barbaran Plate as the fullness stoked the arousal in your gut. His gaze was locked onto your face, measuring each expression you made as he moved you, but the twitch in his eye told you he was holding back for your sake. More. You wanted, no, needed, more.
“Mortarion, please,” you begged, attempting to move in his hold, but his hands held you fast, keeping you at the slow pace, “Go faster, harder. It's not enough… I need more.”
“So needy,” he teased between hitched breaths, halting your movement for a moment and earning a whine from you before he spoke again, “I suppose I'll just have to indulge you then.”
When he pulled you off of his cock, you let out a soft moan at the loss before he carefully laid you on your side, lifting your leg to slot himself against you again and sliding back in with a wheezing groan. You whimpered, the new position hitting you deep in all the right ways. You clutched a handful of blankets and moss of the nest as he began to move, slow at first, but beginning to pick up speed. Mortarion bottomed out with each thrust of his hips, grunting each time as you sporadically clenched around him at the feeling.
“Look at me, little light, I want to see you,” Mortarion demanded, using his hand not holding your leg up to reach down and grasp your chin to turn you head towards him, “I want to memorize every expression you make all over again.”
“Th-Throne, Mortarion….” you stuttered out breathlessly as he thrust into you again, “The things you say…”
He didn't give you another chance to speak as he picked up the pace, leaning over you to brace against the nest as his hips snapped against yours, your whole body shifting with the force of the thrusts, tearing moan after moan from your lungs. Mortarion shifted his hand other between your legs again to coax you along, the dual pleasured sensations sending your nerves into overstimulation. The knot that had been building inside of you snapped as ecstasy washed over you in waves, causing you to spasm around Mortarion's cock. He let out a raspy groan as he watched you come undone beneath him, his own hips stuttering in their pace as he neared his own climax.
You looked up at him breathless and in a daze, his wings blocking out the light as the glimmering scale powder fell around you, soothing you. His brow pinched in a mix of muted pleasure and concentration as he readjusted his grip on your thigh, a low growling emanating from his chest as he thrust once, twice, three times before slamming down to the base as he came with a moan. You shuddered as you felt him fill you with the warmth of his cum, clenching around him anew. Mortarion closed his eyes and shuddered, keeping himself buried in you for several moments before you began to shift. His hands on your hips, however, halted you.
“N-not yet, little light…” Mortarion stuttered raspily, gripping the edge of the nest, “Not done yet…”
Mortarion once again reached between your legs to ghost his fingers along your sex, yet overstimulated as you were, you instinctively squirmed away.
“Come on, little light, one more… just… just one more…” Mortarion panted as he stroked along your sex, his hips slowly starting up a shallow rhythm.
Your body ached and tears pricked in your eyes as another wave of ecstasy crashed over you, a garbled cry tearing from your lips as you writhed and clenched around Mortarion's cock. He grunted at the feeling, clenching his jaw as he set to match the pace with your clenches. Pressure built at the base of his cock and on the next wave of pleasure that wracked your frame, he thrust in to the hilt once again, your clenching walls easing the first egg down along his shaft until it popped out into you. You let out a loud whine at the feeling, subconsciously clenching to pull it in further. The weight of it was foreign and had you panting in excess as you looked up at Mortarion with a shudder, resting one of your hands on your now slightly bulging stomach.
Mortarion shushed you soothingly, finally removing his hand from your sex to caress your sweaty, exhausted body as his hips continued their slow, shallow thrusts. You whimpered as you felt several more eggs squeeze their way into you, Mortarion rubbing your hips comfortingly all while he grunted and groaned quietly as he pushed each one into you. You think you counted seven before he finally bottomed out with a final strangled groan and you felt a new warmth fill you with his final spurt of cum. Moaning weakly, you attempted to shift onto your back, forgetting about your wings until Mortarion stopped you and lifted you up to sit in his lap, letting your head rest against the rotted metal of his Barbaran Plate. He was still inside of you and you assumed he would be for a good while yet, but you didn't mind, its not like you could protest with how exhausted and full and surprisingly comfortable you were feeling; so instead, you sighed tiredly and nuzzled into his chest, listening to his raspy, crackling breathing even out, the dual heartbeats lulling you into a light doze.
“You did so well for me, my love,” he praised quietly, stroking one of his hands up and down your side while the other gently rubbed at your now bulging stomach, “It will only take a few hours, I promise, then you can push them out.”
Mortarion sighed contently and looked up in thought as he relaxed his wings and gently combed his fingers over your scalp and through your hair, “I wonder what our children will look like… what do you think, my little light?”
He asked, but when he received no answer he looked down curiously, only to see you fast asleep against his chest. A surge of protectiveness bloomed through him, along with another, more heavy feeling in chest he couldn't quite name, but it had his gaze softening as he looked upon your sleeping form.
"If I imagine that you mean "people who will violently murder you if not stopped with force" every time you talk about people in mental health crisis what you're saying about supporting mentally ill people is incredibly wrong and dangerous-" I think you need to seriously investigate why your first assumption is that severely mentally ill and violent murderer are inherently synonyms before you accuse ME of spreading dangerous misinformation
It pays off when someone dares to assassinate you. You take a bite of the poisoned food, and pass the plate to Mortarion because it tastes "off". Mortarion asks for the person/persons who made your food, and make them each take a bite.
If you're having a family dinner, diplomatic meeting, what have you, with dinner guests...
He makes them watch as the perpetrators struggle to live.
Oh simple, it was a matter of "Dad wants us to play nice and we can't do that if we're constantly antagonizing each other, let's struggle the frustration out"
And the plan *did* work
And then it went sideways. Upside down. Right side up. Floor. Vanity. Bed. There was a power struggle the entire time.
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