You know what I'm just gonna confess right here and now, I love Erebus, I simp for Erebus, I venerate Erebus, he's the greatest Astartes to ever live and he is the sexiest man alive, and if loving Erebus is wrong then I don't want to be right. Am I screwed in the head or what?
Functionally speaking it's about on par with wanting to sleep with the briefcase from Pulp Fiction, but you do you!












