Domicious didn't have to worry about Daemons. He was a Grey Knight, the blood that ran through his genetically superior veins was that of The Emperor. But did it matter? Did it matter that he was so close to a false god? A false god? Was that what The Emperor was? Or perhaps a powerful man who's corpse was misunderstood. These childish thoughts ran through the Grey Knight's head every day.... Every day for as long as he could remember... Childish. He was avoiding the main topic. Daemons. Yes, Warp-Spawn. Being a Grey Knight granted him an absence of care for mental corruption. Heh, look at him. The writer. The tailor of Domicious' fate. A child. Well, not exactly. Young adult was more appropriate. Besides the point.... Is it? Is it really? Or perhaps is a grand showing of his skill to a ghost? Such metaphors and he's still doing it. He can't help himself. He refused.... Back to Domicious. Domicious used his Psyker abilities for assault more than manipulation. He didn't have to worry about other Psykers with malice in mind, as you already know, his mind is not only shielded by his Crusader Helm but also the very DNA that makes him. He was observing the Thousand Son, body language, what he did when he spoke, and more things alike. He followed them, his presence masked. He already mentioned that.... I'm making a fool of myself. No, you promised you'd never refer to yourself. Yes, sorry. But even then I'm a fool because of how I'm making this up as I go along.... Isn't that life? Domicious continued to observe, his armor's color complementing the shadows cloaking him. He waited. For something not boring. Interest.