I’m sure you’re fucking feeling swell, scrolling past and shit.
WELL YOU FUCKING SHOULDN’T.
Because this fucker is standing right behind you, and is ready to dissect the shit out of you. His name is Fabius, his surname Bile.
And he is absolutely motherfucking
Got that through your thick skulls? NO? Well, let me fucking explain, one point at a time. First, this fucker has a longcoat made of HUMAN SKIN. And he rocks it so hard, common humans die of its sheer finesse and taste.
He used to be Chief Apothecary in the most fabulous of legions back in the Horus Heresy, the Emperor’s fucking Children, who in their fabulousness and flawlessness outdid the entirety of the Eldar craftworlds. During his time there, he experimented on the Astartes of his legion, other legions, prisoners, enemies, friends, himself, and that one time, FULGRIM.
Yeah, you fucking heard right, this dickwad has had Fulgrim himself on his operating table. And it was gloriously NOT homosexual. I REPEAT, NOT.
Now that that’s out the way, let’s continue. This fuck had a collection of Astartes from pretty much every legion, both loyalist and traitor, which he kept secret from the rest in his super super secret lab of hot pink.
He also clones a lot. He’s the fucking -master- of cloning shit. He trained in a Dark Eldar Heamonculi lab, for fuck’s sake. He’s cloned gods fucking know how many Space Marines for the Traitor Legions (with a price, of course), he’s cloned himself to troll the Blood Angels repeatedly, leading them to “kill him” no less than four fucking times on the same fucking planet, and he’s also cloned no one else but motherfucking HORUS.
As in Horus. The Warmaster. Lupercal. The Big Daddy. Yeah. He fucking made a clone so perfect, that he had to show everyone. Abaddon, who weren’t into that shit at all, was just getting used to bossing every fucking one around, and knew that Horus would totally gather back his own legion and leave his armless self behind, destroyed the shit out of it.
Fabius, after crying his heart out and eating all the icecream he could stomach, decided to go all tsun-tsun on Abaddon, flipped him off, and went off on his own, as an independent agent.
Current whereabouts? When he’s not busy giving the legions clones and fashion tips, hitting his bffs Ahriman and Erebus on the vox, or stitching himself new fabulous cloaks, he’s trying to clone THE EMPEROR. An Emperor of his very own to play dressup and conquer galaxies.
It doesn’t matter if you’re a lady or a gentleman. He can make you into either. Or both. Or neither. Or a clone of neither. He is known by many names, like the Chem-master, the Manflayer, or the Clonelord. He likes to call himself Primogenitor. In reality though, he’s just Fab Bile, the craziest motherfucker to grace science with his name.
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