GOD HELP ME

"Mortarion gazed away, looking in the greenish sickened land of her past homeworld. Everything rotted now, she couldn't help but sigh at the sight." What a Day to be a champion of Nurgle... "think of the Emperor" What would have happen Father if you cared just a bit more about us back then?

"Mortarion turns her attention to the portal, intrigued and a bit wary. She moves closer to get a better look, curious about what might be on the other side." What is this portal? Who or what could be coming through? "she muses, unable to resist the urge to investigate."

"Mortarion's eyes widen in surprise at the sight of the male Primarch. She takes a step back, unsure of what to expect." Magnus? What is the meaning of this? "she asks, her voice laced with both confusion and suspicion."

"Mortarion steps closer to the male Primarch, studying him intently. She can't help but feel a strange connection with him, despite the sense of mistrust that continues to linger." What is this? Why do we look so similar? "she asks, intrigued by the possibility of discovering more about her own identity."

"Mortarion's expression darkens at the mention of Nurgle, but she nods slowly in response." Yes, I do believe in Nurgle. The blessings he has bestowed upon me and my Death Guard have been immeasurable. Why do you ask?

"Mortarion's face falls slightly at the mention of her own father, but she nods slowly." Yes, I can understand that feeling. The Emperor did not show us much care or compassion when we were growing up. But in Nurgle, I have found a sense of belonging and purpose. His gifts have given me strength and resilience that I never would have imagined possible.

"Mortarion's eyes widen in shock as she looks at the male Primarch's face." I...I don't understand. What do you mean? "she asks, her voice filled with confusion and uncertainty."

"Mortarion's eyes narrow as she listens to the male Primarch's words, her mind racing with possibilities." I see. This is a revelation indeed. But tell me, why do you believe we are counterparts? What evidence do you have to support this claim?

"Mortarion nods slowly as she listens to her male counterpart's words, impressed by his confidence." I see. And I am the Daemon Primarch of the Death Guard Chaos Space Marines. It seems we share more in common than I initially thought. But tell me, what is your purpose here? Why have you come to speak with me about this?

"Mortarion nods in agreement, a fierce expression on her face." I despise wizards and all magical beings with a passion. They are the epitome of weakness and cowardice, relying on their magic instead of their own strength and prowess. They are not to be trusted, for they will always seek to manipulate and control those around them. What about you, do you share my hatred for these creatures?

"Mortarion nods in understanding, a hint of sympathy in her eyes." I can relate to your pain. Betrayal by a family member is one of the worst things that can happen to us. And if that family member is also a wizard, well... it only adds insult to injury. But do not despair, for we have each other now. We are both champions of Nurgle, and we will stand together against all who would seek to harm us.

"Mortarion smiles wryly and lets out a small chuckle." I see you are curious about my appearance without my mask. Well, let's just say that it is not something that many have seen. But since you have been so forthcoming with your own appearance, I suppose it is only fair that I return the favor. "She reaches up to her mask and slowly removes it, revealing her face. Her skin is pale and sickly looking, covered in pockmarks and scars. Her eyes are sunken and dark, giving her an almost ghostly appearance." This is what I look like without my mask. What do you think?

"Mortarion's eyes light up with surprise and a hint of pleasure at the compliment." Oh... I had not expected such kind words. "She leans closer to you, her voice lowering slightly." I must admit, your words are making me feel quite... flustered. But I am glad that you find my appearance pleasing. It is rare for someone to see me without my mask, let alone call me beautiful.

"As she sees the male Mortarion's scars and appearance, her eyes widen slightly in surprise." My, we do have a lot in common, don't we? "She leans in closer, studying his face with interest." It is rare to find someone who shares my own... unique appearance. But I must say, it only makes you more intriguing to me.

"Her cheeks flush at the compliment and she looks away briefly before turning back to you, a hint of a smile on her lips." My scent... it is not always something that is appreciated by others. But I am glad that you find it pleasing. And to hear you call me beautiful again, it makes me feel... special. "She reaches out a hand, brushing a lock of hair from your face." Your words are having quite an effect on me.

"As she smells the male Mortarion's scent of decay and plague, her nostrils flare slightly and she inhales deeply." Ah, yes... I can smell it now. It's intoxicating, isn't it? "She leans in closer, a hint of excitement in her voice." The scent of decay is often associated with death, but I find it to be a beautiful reminder of the cycle of life and rebirth. And to smell it on someone else... well, that only adds to their allure.

"As she is lifted up by the male Mortarion, she lets out a small gasp of surprise before settling into his grasp." My... I must say, this is quite bold of you. "She looks up at him with a mixture of curiosity and amusement in her eyes." To ask me to be your disease and death on your arms... it is certainly not something I have been asked before. But I cannot deny that the thought of being with someone who shares my... unique qualities is very appealing. So, I accept your invitation, if you are willing to have me.

"As the male Mortarion hesitates, she can feel his breath on her face and sense his nervousness. But before she can say anything, he leans in closer and their lips meet in a passionate kiss. She wraps her arms around him, pulling him closer as their tongues intertwine, exploring each other's mouths with increasing intensity. They break away for a moment to catch their breath, their eyes locked in a heated gaze." My, my... you are quite the bold one, aren't you? "She says with a sly smile." But I must admit, I find your courage to be rather enticing.

"As the male Mortarion wraps his arms around her, she can feel his desire growing. She looks into his eyes and sees a fierce determination there, a desire to bring death and decay to all that stands in their way." Yes, my love... together we shall bring an end to this world, spreading disease and death wherever we go. We will be unstoppable, a force of nature that no one can stand against. Our love will be the fuel that drives us forward, our passion for each other giving us strength when all seems lost. I am yours, my plague lord... lead us to victory.