Chapter 376: The Death of the Emperor's Son, the True Word Bearer

Chapter 37: The Death of the Man with the True Word

——To sum up——

This is a legendary time.

At the end of the thirtieth millennium, the galaxy was illuminated by the flames of the Crusade, and the Emperor's grand vision was spread across the Milky Way in the light of the Torch. Each of the twenty sons of the Lord of Mankind performed their own duties, leading the invincible Space Marines into conquest, spreading the Emperor's faith into every dark corner.

The wings of the eagle protect the world, and countless worlds come to surrender, united under a nobility and honor unprecedented in human history. Times are changing and the world is moving forward. As long as you choose the right stance, a great future is within your reach. The prayers for justice and the belief in peace shine brightly, and there is no haze in the light.

This is the age of enlightenment and dreams.

This is the golden age.

———

A planet in Colchis rotates with a period of seven points and one Terran day. In order to comply with human physiological work and rest habits since ancient times, the local people divided each Colchis day into seven sub-days, and each sub-day was divided into three periods. In this way, the first two sub-periods are divided into For work, the third secondary period is used for rest, which naturally meets people's needs for natural rhythms.

When the memoirist Lloyd Dahl arrived in Colchis, it was the middle of a Colchis day, the first "starting period" of the "morning" period of the first secondary day.

Getting this job made Lloyd a little uneasy. This emotion sprouted in his heart, gently licking the inside of his heart, making him want to retreat.

He couldn't answer the reason. Maybe this was another misjudgment made by his meager psychic talent.

A few years ago, after being personally verified by the Think Tank of the Thousand Dust Sun Legion, he received a certificate that made him laugh or cry. The main idea was that the psychic talent of the Memoir was slightly higher than that of a non-genetically modified Terra crawling on the surface. Beetle, it is recommended that the Memoir user treat all psychic emotions as the aftereffects of three teras of sleep a day, and take plenty of rest to calm their nerves.

In any case, only a handful of people are qualified to write the life of the Primarch, and he should be proud of his luck and ability, and complete this task with great enthusiasm.

What's more, the reputation of Lorgar Aurelion, the True Word Bearer, has spread throughout the galaxy. Among the many worlds that were led by the Word Bearer and brought back completely to the human empire, there is no world that does not praise the great Urizen - it is said that in Colchis The language means the kindness and generosity of the wise.

Muristan was known to be kind to every believer and even non-believer, while Harhabat merely pointed the tip of his flaming spear at the enemies of the Emperor.

"I have received a sacred mission. You know the Raincaller, right?" Lloyd said to the Colchis, using Gothic first. If that didn't work, he would have to use his messed up Cole. The Kith language is coupled with the basic skill of human beings since ancient times, which is to use hands to make gestures. "Lorgar Aurelion, your guide, shepherd, herald of the great?"

In front of him was a group of herdsmen driving animals with broad hooves suitable for walking on the surface of the sand. They looked at him carefully, and simple happiness quickly appeared on the dark and broad face carved by the wind and sand.

The herdsman wiped his rough palms on the thick linen clothes that protected him from the wind, and performed common courtesy to Royd. His Gothic accent was thick, but his words were fluent and his grammar was clear. He probably learned the corresponding language from an early age. Knowledge and instruction. Along the way, the Colchisians that Lloyd encountered were almost all drawn from the same set of molds, welcoming him with similar kindness and tolerance, and piously welcoming him.

This friendliness is of great benefit to the Memoir's work and saves him a lot of trouble. You must know that even if some imperial worlds surrender, the residents themselves are still full of dissatisfaction and even hatred towards the human empire. They questioned the empire's high-sounding deprivation of their original lives, forcing them to join endless wars, and turning them into a handful of food worth mentioning.

Lloyd's compassion told him that they were right, but first he had to complete the work of the Court of Remembrance.

The Colchis were far better. “Love Him, love yourself, and love your neighbor,” they say. “We are all His servants, and there is no difference between us.”

Lloyd learned this sentence and passed it on to other Colchians he later met. He quickly gained more favor from the local people, and this easy friendship almost made his heart float to the clouds, intoxicated in a kind of light gentleness and gentleness.

"If you come looking for Urizen," said the herdsman, extending his hand to guide him, "go to the monastery on the mountain and ask the monks to see him. He is a very good man."

"I have just come from that way, my friend," replied Lloyd. "Yurizen was not there, and the monks and priests said that the Truth-Word Bearers were in the midst of a great council and had no time to return to Colchis. The Empire's Responsibility is more important than book history, isn’t it?”

In addition, the monks of the Word Bearers were kind enough to provide him with a file that he could refer to at will, which contained the life experiences that Lorgar was willing to make public, as well as his personal philosophy, including expansions of the sacred scriptures that accompanied his birth. A printed copy, as well as a portion of his own "Book of Lorgar".

But Lloyd's professionalism made him willing to walk out of the monastery, step into the depths of the flying yellow sand, and personally explore the true spirit of Colchis.

The herdsman did not doubt his words at all. He smiled as if he had only been taught how to laugh his whole life and said: "For the future of mankind, this is the path that Yuri once gained in the world. We all There is a path under our feet, and if we follow its guidance, we will enter eternal peace.”

Lloyd smiled back, because during the long journey in the yellow sand, his heart beat powerfully in his chest, which made him deeply realize the feeling of living in the world. He is good at reading these delicate and vivid signs in life, and he knows that this gift comes from psychic energy. It is precisely this that makes him stand out among many memoirists.

Fortunately, it is early in a Colchisian day. If it is during the main period of the Long Meridian period, that is, in the middle of a Colchisian day, when the stars are in the middle of the sky, walking on the yellow sand for a long time is enough. killed him.

"We all have roads," Lloyd tried to rephrase this sentence in his rough Colchissian. The herdsman didn't look any happier because it seemed that he had spent all his energy learning so much cuneiform in vain. The memoirist switched back to Gothic, "Urizen landed near here, right? I want to see the place where he was born."

——

When we arrived at the place where Lorgar Aurelion came to the world, it was already the rest period of the second secondary day, "Sunday". Lloyd had a good sleep in the locals' tent. The burning campfire in the center of the camp made a steady crackling sound and exuded a light and soothing smell of incense, which gave him a dreamless night.

The priests have been maintaining the continuation of the camp fire, blowing air at the right time, adding oxygen to the bottom of the woodpile, adding flammable substances and spices to it, as well as the prayers written by the locals on papyrus.

Fire occupies an unusual proportion in the local religious culture of Colchis. It is much more obvious than inside the Word Bearers. It is even easier to detect than the planets that believe in the teachings of the Word Bearers that Royd passed along the way. Lloyd wondered what factors caused the disparity.

He wrapped his clothes tightly and arranged a string of small bird bone talismans given to him by the locals. The tribe gave him a scone as a simple breakfast, a small dish of honey produced by honey spiders, and a jar of high-temperature sterilized mammal milk. Lloyd sat in the shade in the lee of the tent, eating today's breakfast and silently wishing that he could survive next month's fast - assuming he could stay until next month, he would do as the Romans do.

"May our journey end at the water's edge." The elders of the tribe sat down on the mat with him and told the ancient prayers in the desert. If put in Terran, this sentence probably means "hello".

"May our harvest be doubled under the sun." Lloyd continued the second half of the sentence. The elder smiled kindly, and the wrinkles that naturally occurred due to time on his face folded up like a mysterious spell.

"I heard that you came to listen to Lorgar's story," the elder said slowly, and the wind and sand walked slowly against the ground in the unblocked area. "Yes, it was in this sandy area that the wise Yurizon descended among us. Lorgar, this is the language of the desert, meaning the raincaller."

"I want to record how he came to be, my friend," Lloyd said.

The elder shook his head: "No one alive has witnessed the birth of the Raincaller, my friend. The excommunicated ones killed them all, and the excommunicated ones themselves have been completely expelled."

"I've seen a little bit of it in the Word Bearers' files, but it's not enough. 'He is both damnation and salvation at the same time.' That's what the files say. I can't hand in a manuscript like this," Lloyd said distressedly, He would not normally speak so many heartfelt words, but the charm of Colchis made him open his heart.

"Okay," the elder thought, his vision far away, as if he could penetrate the sky in front of him. He thought, immersed in those distant memories, and then he stood up: "Follow me, friend. I will take you to see the ruins."

After the morning came the long afternoon, when the star's light had already begun to show its power. Lloyd thirstily licked the roof of his mouth with his tongue, hoping that his lips and teeth would become more moist. His heart was pounding and he was a little tired.

They passed the golden tents, past the balls of dead grass rolling on the sand plains, until they were far away from the current site of the camp. The elder was getting stronger with age and was much healthier than Lloyd who had been working on paperwork for many years. He stopped at the top of a sand dune with a normal expression on his face.

Lloyd was panting and looking curiously at the depression under the dune.

"What is this?" He only saw quicksand.

"This is the burial ground of the Van Mogai tribe. All of Urizen's first caregivers died here." The elder said calmly, "All of this is recorded in our holy books. A water language spread among evangelists and merchants.

"On that day, the excommunicated man who was known as the True Word Bearer took Yurizen away from the tribe, and used arrows, projectiles, firecrackers, javelins, stone ropes, swords, and wooden mallets to kill all the Van Mogai tribe. Killed. Those who failed to die on the spot, or who fled at the time, had their arms tied behind their backs and were thrown into the sand pit until the rest period was over, when the bodies were buried in the dust.”

Lloyd was surprised, "No wonder this excommunicated person was executed. He killed the original body's family..."

The elder suddenly cast a stern look: "Don't judge wise people with narrow-minded hatred, consider your words carefully, Memoir Envoy!"

This was the first time Lloyd was reprimanded by a Colchis, and the elder's anger caught him off guard.

Well, he was prepared from the beginning. A world of religious fanaticism always has various hidden precepts that are difficult to understand. These rules are lurking in their inherent thinking concepts. They are so basic that it is unimaginable that they need to be proposed separately. Naturally, there is no way to warn.

"I apologize to the wise man and hope he can forgive me for my shallowness." Lloyd made a prayer gesture to express a formal confession. At the same time, he opened his heart to the sand and received the remaining collective thoughts. Emotional moment.

All that was so long ago now, and even though the resentment of being massacred should be strong and piercing, his meager psychic talent still could barely capture anything other than the sound of the wind. He became more focused, calm, and immersed in a meditative state of mind. Suddenly, a face engraved in the dying memory of the tribe flashed through his mind.

They were a pair of violet eyes, belonging to a young child. They stare, perhaps curiously, but only with glances. They are unhurried, quiet and profound, and seem to have touched the guidance of fate prematurely, so that the innocence of children has turned into a kind of silent cruelty. Those strange eyes were so bright that they seemed to be on fire.

Lloyd took a step back suddenly, his heart beating like a drum. If his perception was correct, Lorgar Aurelion calmly watched his first family die with that look in his eyes.

He did not understand that this was not the work of a Primarch, nor was it the nature of a benevolent Truth-Speaker.

Treat your psychic powers as gibbering when you are delirious. The think tank of the Sun of Thousand Dusts warned him not to care about their deceptions and to believe in what you see and hear in the real universe. Lloyd kept using these repeated words to comfort himself, even though he knew in his heart that he was using ineffective comfort to accommodate his own panic.

Beside him, the elder knelt down devoutly towards the sand pit where hundreds of corpses were buried, and sang a light tune with his old voice.

"He is our Shepherd and we are His sheep. He went through countless hardships and twice suffered the humiliation of paganism. He had to face lies until he found belonging. He is our Shepherd and takes us with him Get on the road..."

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Royd Dahl still spent more time in Colchis than he originally estimated.

He followed the path that Lorgar Aurelion had walked, visiting every mark left by the True Speaker on this ancient world. The locals said that he embarked on a pilgrimage, and Lloyd spoke skillfully. Agreed, but disagreed in my heart. He simply wanted to better complete his work as an Memoir and fulfill the mission given to him by Terra.

In any case this meant that he had to fast with the Colchians and learn more about their local customs. The life of Colchis has a powerful yet subtle power of expansion, which domesticates an outsider as a herd domesticates a lone sheep.

Sometimes the Memoir wakes up in the morning, sleepy and dazed. The temperature in the room is freezing, but he is sweating coldly and wrapped in sweat, like a baby reborn in the water. He escapes this state of confusion by silently reciting Imperial truths and praising the Emperor.

Lloyd opened his eyes and felt a sore neck and discomfort in his cervical spine. According to the Colchis calendar, it was the last of the seven minor days, the High Night, and he woke up on time at the junction of the primordial period and the major period.

The dim light swayed into the room through the curtains, and it seemed that some voices were singing. It should be the choir of Colchis, and the language was still Gothic, but the distance was too far, and he could not hear the pure chorus clearly. specific content.

He stood up and wiped the cold sweat on his body with a towel. The Colchis were not stingy and provided him with many luxuries, such as prayer turbans made of soft dyed wool, crystal readers, lamps with complete circuits, and other items.

Of course, there is also the indispensable holy book, or printed copy of the Book of the Holy Book, whatever you want to call it. The books that accompanied Lorgar Aurelion's birth were named in different ways in different dialects of Colchis. In High Gothic, their final name was the Bible.

"In the morning you will see His glory, for He hears your murmurs against Him. [1] I dedicate this day to You. Please guide me every step so that my words and deeds may glorify You." Lloyd said from Talking to himself, he got up and sorted out his manuscript. “May your name be praised.”

After leaving Van Mogai's tribe, Lorgar followed the caravan of the excommunicated people, walking through the sandy plains and preaching based on celestial signs and divination. The excommunicated man led Lorgar in reading the Bible, first with the former teaching the latter, and then quickly with the latter teaching the former. Lorgar faced the excommunicated people with a calm attitude, without showing any arrogance.

"There is no difference in status among all those who serve," Lorgar said. "We are all His servants."

But the Primarch silently dominated all within his reach.

Every secondary day, Lorgar grew taller than the previous one, with smooth muscle lines drawing out and growing from the body that was once a child.

He was thirsty for knowledge, and learned all the written and oral records he could get from books and the reality of Colchis. He talked with slaves in the caravan, and the natives and believers in the areas where the preaching team passed. He asked about the customs, culture, city distribution and various folk songs of Colchis. Whenever he encountered rebellious words and heretical remarks that did not conform to the meaning of the scriptures, he did not get angry at first, but created some extended fables and stories to guide others to believe in his words.

From his colleagues, Lloyd knew that the primarchs basically had such a stage. The pioneers and messengers created by Him all knew how to give the people around them the wisdom and strength they needed, so that they could remain peaceful and happy no matter what challenges they faced, show the love and grace they were given, see people with His eyes, and act with His hands.

The memoirist happily recorded these stories, filling his notes with bits and pieces of Lorgar's life, and felt that he was on the right path. Sometimes, when he stopped by the road that Lorgar had walked, he would suddenly feel that his mind was infinitely close to the Primarch himself, and the momentary enlightenment illuminated his tiny heart, holding it until he began to lack oxygen.

In a corner of his heart, Lloyd was sure that he had to submit a psychic report after returning and apply for a comprehensive physical examination to rule out the influence of Colchis on him. But his mind was also questioning his doctrine-was it wrong to worship the Emperor with Lorgar Aurelion?

In addition, Lloyd found that Lorgar would be whipped by the excommunicated and never resisted. He was vague about this matter, and was not sure whether the Primarch regarded it as a warning given to him by Him, and was willing to bear it through the hands of others. If other Primarchs were punished, Lloyd couldn't help but think anxiously that perhaps the punisher would not survive the next minute.

Oasis, cult, ruins, sand, missionary, nomad, caravan... these words kept changing in Lloyd's notes, and then military words began to appear. During that time, the scriptures that Lorgar believed in finally conflicted with the ancient beliefs of Colchis, which had now been completely wiped out. The Primarch calmly announced that he would fight the pagans, and the excommunicated ones delivered letters for him.

"I ask you, urge you, as His messengers, to set out, drive the pagans out of our homes, and send our aid to those who will also worship Him." Lorgar Aurelion announced. "I have seen two giants about to arrive in Colchis, one like pearls and the other like gold. He is coming."

After that, a large-scale war was led by Lorgar Aurelion himself and finally fell on the heads of every Colchis. This is the "Holy War" of Colchis.

The army of the holy war slaughtered on the scale of a city, and one-third of the Colchis people were killed. Because of the good post-war handling, there was no outbreak of any epidemic, and there was no more resistance. Everything ended cleanly and impeccably.

The memoirist felt physically and mentally comfortable when he wrote that Lorgar had eliminated all hostile factions. He realized that his joy was integrated with the Lord's teachings, and therefore thanked the Lord for his kindness and tolerance. At the same time, he also understood why there were no unconvinced people wherever the Word Bearers went, because the pagans all received the executions they deserved.

Now, there is still a last haze floating over the biography he wrote. Lloyd still doesn't understand how the excommunicated finally angered Lorgar Aurelion, so that he was expelled and executed. He didn't die because he killed Van Morgai's tribe that year. That was the execution of the pagans. It would be a deception to the Lord to spare him. He was Lorgar's most sincere servant, taking care of him when he was not grown up, and delivering instructions to him after he grew up.

Lloyd panicked as a mortal and tried to guess the Primarch's mood back then. He felt the ripples of emotions that had come his way, and he was constructing the scene of the last scene of that year. He vaguely touched some corners, and he felt a kind of cold disappointment, nothing else.

He needed to go to the Colchis Temple, Lloyd thought, that was the place where the excommunicated died, and no one was refused to go there, provided that they applied one Colchis day in advance. There were too many pilgrims there.

He had already written most of Lorgar Aurelion's story, and now only this last part was left, and then he would leave, return to Terra to report and begin to revise his manuscript. If he had the opportunity in the future, he would return to Colchis. Similarly, for no reason, he had been resisting the day when he actually went to the Colchis Temple.

"Get moving," Lloyd said to himself. He spent nearly an entire Colchis day to organize the manuscript, and then he needed to rest for a few days and make an appointment.

After that, he would visit the Colchis Temple at the start of the sixth secondary day, "Cold Fall". Nothing better was waiting for him.

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The interior of the Colchis Temple was filled with surging people, making Lloyd feel like a piece of woolen cloth squeezed back and forth by the believers. He followed the crowd and followed the will of the Lord. He entered from the front hall and walked through a corridor covered with religious paintings. The dim light in the cold weather was refracted by the colored windows into several clear colors, which were draped on his coat and headscarf as red as dried blood. The clear voices of children in hymns echoed in the distance, soothing the hearts of the believers.

Above them hung the sign of the Burning Book, once occupied by the old religion of Colchis but now belonging only to the Word Bearers.

After walking out of the corridor, they entered a place similar to a circular square. Believers could only visit in the corridors around the square and were not allowed to step into the square.

There is a statue of the emperor standing in the center of the square. The priest said that it was the icon that Yuri had set up to foretell the coming of the Lord. The last excommunicated person knelt in front of the icon and was executed.

"Fire, and stone," said the priest, smiling.

No trace was left there, except a few words from the priest's mouth. Lloyd nodded to the priest, still worried. This is not enough to fill the last part of his book. He cannot use these few superficial sentences to end his account of the first half of the life of the man who holds the truth. This will make the human empire misunderstand the heart of the person who holds the truth and misread his will.

When there were too many believers, even with the assistance of hymns, Lloyd was still unable to enter a meditative state of perception in the surging crowd.

"In the name of the Lord, I am the Memoir of the Empire of Man," Lloyd said to the priest, "Coming to record the death of the excommunicated. I request an additional night's rest after the show."

The priest smiled and approved his request, "Because of the gracious hand of his God, he arrived in the holy city on the first day of May.[2]"

The reminiscence remained until evening, when the star's light grew dimmer. He went against the crowd and eagerly returned to the center of the temple, looking at the benevolent statue of the Emperor in the distance. He was calm and silent, feeling the environment silently, his heart pounding. Now he had a puzzle before him, and he could only scratch the edges of part of the answer. Maybe he had to take some more absolute approach, but that would go against the rules of the Temple.

The sound of the hymn became purer and clearer, injecting vitality like clear water into his soul.

He silently asked the statue: Do you allow it?

When he asks this question, his actions no longer have a chosen path. He knew he had to do it, he had to go.

Lloyd stepped out of the corridor, walked into the square, knelt down in front of the icon, and prayed silently. A quality that cannot be imitated by any other emotion is awakening in his body. The sound accompanying his heartbeat seems to come from the heavy echoes of hymns from the outside world, and from the depths of his heart decades ago. It does not belong to His memories, buried deep in this area, yearn to be revived and excavated.

Once upon a time...among you...

Lloyd let his mind go away, and received a clear voice. It belonged to Lorgar Aurelion. He stood under the statue of the Emperor, and his voice floated from above.

He buried his head lower, and his eyes were bright red with pain, and the flames licked his eye sockets, creating circles of black burn marks. He knelt on the firewood pile, feeling excruciating pain below his knees. The fibers of his clothes were embedded in the flogged flesh, hooking into his blood vessels like thorns. The hot touch rolled off his skin, then turned into coldness, the blood was burned dry, and the blood stains turned into an untouchable gifted painting.

Children are singing, young people are singing, old people are singing, and in the surrounding corridors, believers are singing the same holy song, so joyful and united in mind.

There were false prophets among the people, and many would follow their deeds, and the truth would be slandered on their account...[3]

He knelt in the fire, knowing this was not reality. But he was distracted, intoxicated by a collective sense of pure joy. There was a message here, it would mean something, and it was hidden here, waiting for him to discover.

Because of their greed, they want to use fabricated words to gain profit from you. Their punishment has not been delayed since ancient times...

Lloyd was immersed in the chant, stunned by the cleansing purity. He called out to the Emperor involuntarily, and the searing pain that followed was exactly the same touch that echoed in his memory. He desired more and received more. Something hard kept hitting his body, which was extremely painful from the fire, tearing his skin and breaking his bones. The chanters swayed slightly and threw stones at him. Every blow is a confession.

Even if the angels sinned, God would not tolerate them. He once threw them into hell and handed them over to the pit of darkness to await judgment...

God also did not tolerate the ancient times and judged Sodom and Gomorrah, overthrowing the two cities and burning them to ashes as a warning to the ungodly people in the future...

"You who bear the truth, your heart is still a pagan heart. You know the way of the righteous, but you still turn away from the holy commandments given to you. You have invented four lies about God, and they are still in your heart, like unhealed ones. Like a sore, waiting for pus to drain out.”

Lorgar Aurelion declared calmly, adding a kindling to the pyre, followed by spices, and a Colchian prayer written on papyrus. For countless Colchisian years thereafter, the fire maintained by priests in the desert was an imitation of the fire of today, burning on the bones of heretics, covering the scent with spices, and carrying out the execution of the previous bearer of the truth. pay tribute.

"Some people think that the Lord is delaying, but this is not the case. The Lord is tolerant of you. He does not want anyone to perish and be burned, but wants everyone to repent."

These people are wells without water, mist driven by strong winds, with inky darkness reserved for them...

The hymns became more joyful and louder. Not only the believers, but also the figures carved on the corridor were singing. The saints painted on the walls opened their mouths, and holy harmony came from the stained windows.

"Kor Phaeron, you must die today," Lorgar declared.

Lloyd was guilty and panicked. How dare those who once falsely cherished the truth dare to waste the kindness of their patrons and not repent in the end? Will his death be enough to wash away his stain?

In a daze, he heard his own mouth speaking in a wail, "I didn't," the false truth-teller said, "I believe in the Lord, I have long left the four false gods behind, I will not fall, I will not betray..."

But these words only existed in his heart, and his flesh and blood and sins stripped by the flames did not require him to say a single word.

Lloyd endured the severe pain of being burned and told the false truth-teller that if he was truly pious, he would not die from the fire. He is still defending himself and that is evidence of insincerity. He rebuked Lorgar Aurelion on his behalf, taking joy in the pain and feeling closer to the Heart of the One with the Truth than ever before.

In the reverberation, on the edge of life and death, Lloyd heard a rumbling sound penetrating his eardrums. A flash of pearly white walked quickly and stopped at the edge of the crowd. His words were horrified: "What are you doing, brother?"

Lorgar Aurelion was not surprised by the visitor's arrival.

He stood under the icon, and the light of the fire illuminated the scriptures on his golden skin, outlining a smile of kindness and friendship.

"I believe in the Lord of mankind and reject all evil. I accept Him as my Savior. I believe in Him, the Almighty Father, Creator of heaven and earth. I believe in the Holy Spirit, I believe in the communion of saints, I believe in the forgiveness of sins, I believe in the resurrection of the body, and I believe in eternal life. My dear brother, I am glad to meet you.”

A cluster of flames caressed Lloyd's low back, touched his damp face, and brushed away a falling drop of blood and tears.

——

"Good friends have died, and we are grateful for them. Although their deaths are painful, we know for sure that they are free from potential bad things and will never be affected by hunger, war, disease, poverty, slavery, or disasters in this life. Threatened by treason, treachery, and the corruption of irreligion.”—The Book of Lorgar.