Gabriel walks through the corridors of the Fist of Iron, the giant flagships of the Iron Hands Legion and his home for the past few years. Although he should already be used to it by now, but he still flinches when an Astartes walks by him. He looks down to his hands, a small piece of paper in them. Rejoice, for I bring glorious news. God walks among us... He reads quietly and snorts. Those are the first lines of the Lectitio Divinitatus. Idiots... He mutters
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