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Is it me or does the book kinda hint that Fulgrim fucks his own sons
>Fulgrim leaned closer. The grip on Mauvais’ chin tightened, forcing his face upward until he was staring almost vertically into Fulgrim’s blazing violet eyes. ‘You have failed me. Explain yourself.’ Mauvais knelt transfixed, his every muscle locked rigid under the weight of his lord’s regard. ‘I am yours in all things, lord.’ His own blood trickled down his chin, running in rivulets from the tip of each of Fulgrim’s gauntleted fingers. How long had it been since he felt his gene-father’s touch – how long since they had stood in such intimate proximity? A hundred years? It might easily have been a thousand, but the time had slipped away like sand in an hourglass, leaving no trace behind.
>Fulgrim nodded appreciably, sending a gust of scent – night-blooming flowers, freshly laundered silk, an ineffable sweetness that was uniquely his own – rising from his spill of silver-white hair. ‘Were we not boon companions, once? Were we not close, closer than brothers?’ Mauvais bit back an unworthy thought – it was not I who deserted you, lord – and instead focused his attention on holding Fulgrim’s fathomless gaze. ‘The hours have been long in your absence, my lord.’
