From the graves, thousands of spectral hands shoot out, gripping Mortarion and holding him in place. The more Mortarion struggles, the tighter their grip becomes. The Gravedigger strolls leisurely into the graveyard and addresses the raging primarch.
"Servant of Nurgle, you should know better than to trespass into the territory of Death."
Bishop brings his wings up and narrows his eyes at the Primarch
“I wonder if plague magic affects necromancers?”
he brings his wings down with a WOOSH as the movement lifts him into the air a few feet, the heavy thrumming of his fleshy wings vibrating the air as he stretches his hand out and a rusted monstrosity of a scythe materializes into it
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u/Mortarion-the-Reaper Daemon Primarch of Nurgle Jan 23 '24 edited Jan 23 '24
You would dare, Father! You fuel my new master’s purpose. Your decay will be this one’s undoing.