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Modern AU Dante and Mephiston waow...., (context belowww)

The False Advent

The Blooded of Baal had beseeched the Angel of legend to set foot upon their soil, to bring an end to the endless war and the reign of death. Yet what descended was not the Angel, but the false and savage Beast—come to seize the scepter and the seat that were not wrought for it.

This continues the 'Fallen-but-Untainted Sanguinius' alternate timeline.

And by discussing, you'd had the four of them lined up for a lecture. An hour-long one. The remaining Lunar wolves standing behind, waiting for their turn.

But it was Tarik who was currently holding in a snicker while you were wagging a rolled-up stack of paper at Horus. He had an idea. A terrible, hilarious idea. Loken and Aximond shot him a questioning look before catching a similar bout of giggles, as if they knew what he was thinking.

"What is so fu-" Tarik Torgaddon partially squatted down, hands on his knees, to meet you at eye level as if talking to a child.

"Sorry, Mum. I figured I'd... get down to your level to understand the issue at hand. I don't want to fall short of understanding."

There was an audible moment of silence. The lunar wolves were distancing themselves from the mournival and your husband, memorizing the details of the carpets.

"Get down... to my level?" You spoke calmly.

"Yes, mum."

"Because I'm short?"

"Yes."

"Interesting... very interesting... Abaddon?"

"Yes, Mother?"

"Take his moustache." You replied, and for a brief moment, they saw the only look of amusement that had ever crossed Abaddon's face, and Tarik knew fear.

PB: Malcador, can I have twenty kids with Erda?

Malcador: there shouldn't even be one of you, let alone twenty half-yous.

PB:... What if-

Suddenly he grunted, as if he just had the most brilliant of ideas. Titus knelt before you. Armor thudding against the ground as he lowered himself down. There was a look of humor on his face. Other sons around you both turned to look your way.

"Titus, why did you kneel?"

"So you wouldn't strain your neck, Mother. This evens out your line of sight." He replied. Others around him looked as if he had a stroke of genius.

"Was that a polite way of telling me I'm short?" You amused, raising a brow.