Death - Feeds legs to horse

“I’m walking in there with you, and if you think you can—”
Death spun, and War found himself with his back pinned against the slimy, oozing wall. “I relented,” Death said coldly, “against my better judgment, in allowing you to come with me thus far. You’ve been useful, and may be so again, so I continue to allow it.
“But let me be absolutely clear, brother. You are not going in there. If I have to feed your legs to Harvester and leave you outside as a crippled wreck, you are not going in there. You are no good to me, or to anyone, as a besotted slave of that demonic harlot.”

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Chapter 15