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The scent of clean, human blood flooded the air; some damage had been done at the very least. Not that it could be followed up right now, the grenade had to be disposed of and although Khayon had kicked it although a hole in the fabric of reality, other beings threatened to spill out of said hole. A couple of small, formless Neverborn squirmed through, black and malevolent. Abaddon shot them with the talon, their existence irradicated before they could do any damage.

The scent of blood on the air had caught the Eldar Maiden’s attention – it was something she was most definitely interested in. She moved with the disgusting, preternatural grace of her species, her oval eyes regarding the wounded woman from the shadows.

The staccato sound of bolter fire echoed through the halls; their companions were not far behind them. The tinkle of Nefertari’s laugh echoed through the hall. Abaddon shuddered. If there was one thing he hated, it was that cursed bloodward of Khayon’s. He hated a lot of other things too, but right now, she ranked pretty high. The only reason he allowed her was because Khayon insisted.

“I can hear you breathing,” he said, scanning the room for the wayward woman. The promise of violence was in his voice and his footfalls were heavy on the deck. Khayon had sealed the tear now and began scanning the deck with his will, trying to find her. Unless she was a blank, he would feel her mind – likely cowering somewhere – and locate her quickly.

Cuando estuviste aquí antes

No podía mirarte a los ojos

Eres como un ángel

Tu piel me hace llorar

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Desearía ser especial

Eres tan especial

Pero soy desagradable

Soy un bicho raro

¿Que demonios hago aquí?

No pertenezco aquí

No me importa si esto duele

Quiero tener el control

Quiero un cuerpo perfecto

[...]

Quiero que te des cuenta

Cuando no estoy cerca

Desearía ser especial...