#Lilith does have anger issues and hopefully I got that put across pretty well

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False Gods

(Lilith feels anger at the way her brother is treated)

Tags: Angst, blood, implied torture, Lilith's general lack of anger of management

For: @jaghatai-khock

She was done with this. She was done. She despised seeing her brother badly doing the exact same dance their father did. Except where Sanguinius was careful and knew exactly what words to use and where to put them, Zadkiel was clumsy and was like a puppet upon strings. He carried none of what Sanguinius was, and if any thought he did they had either forgotten how Sanguinius truly was, or they’d become blinded by the words of the Ecclesiarchy. They could fuck off for all she cared because this wasn’t her brother. He’d been stripped and made into something he wasn’t. And what he was, wasn’t even close to the thing he was trying to emulate. 

She also knew what had happened. Lilith was very familiar with Night Lord tactics, having once been in love with one. Of course, that had been before the Heresy. Before everything went to shit. She knew that these days they were far worse and that her Uncle Konrad was screaming in the warp with whatever sanity he still had. Still, she knew. She knew Zad was broken. It was why she was patient. Why she was careful and kept an eye on his movements; avoided talking about her hunts. She wonders if death would’ve been kinder. Death, at least, was honest. She knew Roboute was simply trying to protect, but making Zadkiel like Sanguinius? It set her teeth on edge, and she could feel herself having to prevent herself from punching through a wall. Why? Why did they have to do this!? A noise that was a bit like an emu escaped her throat. She needed to calm down. Otherwise she was going to give her uncle more scars than he already had. She doesn’t notice as she bumps into Zadkiel and she nearly stumbles before apologizing. 

“I’m sorry, brother, I was going to speak with our uncle” Lilith says her voice steady, well as steady as she could make it with all the rage boiled within her. 

Zadkiel in return, smiled in that awful awful way that looked so forced, like he was baring his teeth rather than truly smiling, “It is no issue, sister, I was coming back from speaking with our uncle. You can always tell me your troubles” He says to her in that airy way that not even Sanguinius spoke in at least not Lilith’s recollection. 

“No, I am fine” She responds firmly, yes it was a lie. But a lie was necessary here because she refused to speak to this… puppet that called himself her brother. At least not to this act anyhow. 

“Are you certain? You seem very stressed, here let me-”

“Don’t touch me!” Lilith hisses moving away from him as he tries to reach out and touch her shoulder. She ran a hand through golden locks, her talons catching on the few knots that lurked within her waves. “I don’t wish to be touched, and this… this isn’t you. This isn’t even Father. I hate what they’ve done to you. Forcing you into this role, that’s just an idealized form of him. You’re not him. You’re not” 

There’s a wet warmth on her cheeks, and she rubs it away to find the red of her tears. It just makes her feel even more frustrated and then she finds herself wrapped in a pair of large arms, and larger wings. He’s not speaking now. But she can see the sheen of tears and knows he’s trying not to cry. At first she wants to shove him off, but one good look at his face and she knows… that this is him. Or whatever that’s left of her baby brother, and in that…she takes solace and hugs him back, letting her bloody tears fall.