Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

“You should have told me earlier that the craftsman who created you was him, Perturabo.”“Then I could have been even stricter with you.”A craftsman, a piece of cloth, a glass surface, a rein;The forger of iron and stone, the bard of Olympia.Mors.This is my new name, offered by your creation—Perturabo, your failed, clumsy tool, an unsuccessful artificial man.Oh Emperor, the yoke of our sins is bound by your hand, and like a rein on your neck.(The author's loyalty is inexpressible, 100% Imperium)