Who is Rylanor the ancient of rites
-Fulgrim looked down at the little Grey. The ire immediate, the disgust very apparent. He slithered down from his Flesh Throne and began to close in on the little Grey- Rylanor is a bastard who should have died the day that he was left on that dead world. His name is not to be spoken in my home, and to do so will incur my wrath and spite on you, little grey.
I will not kill you, no. Killing you would mean nothing, and you would learn nothing...-he snapped his fingers and a few of his Demonettes circled around the grey- Take this little filth fucker to the stables...get him ready for a pony show...-he smirked darkly as the Demonette’s grabbed the little grey and began to harry him away to the stables.-












