(warhammer 40k hellvaboss) the custodes In hell
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Last published Mon, Mar 31, 2025
y/n a custodes one of the emperors most loyal was on terra guarding the corpses that was the emperor after letting another one of his brothers take his position he decided he would take a stroll through terra that's when he hears some chanting so he gose to take a look
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