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Prologue

We were betrayed by he who would make himself a God. After all we did for him in the Great Crusade. He. Betrayed. Us.

You know of who I speak.

We followed his orders to the letter and after decades of endless slaughter in his name and butchering our way across the stars, it was we who were summoned back to Terra for disciplinary action.

Lord Curze listened to the accusations made against our Legion and was imprisoned whilst the verdict of a sham trial was being decided.

The Primarch had plenty of time to think upon the Legions fate, and he knew better than anyone that we were...are...corrupt. And how does one deal with corruption and taint? The very same way we had been ordered to during the Crusade, you destroy it at its source...and that source was our homeworld...Nostramo.

Killing the Emperors Children and Imperial Fists guarding his cell, he led our fleet back home to bring justice to the depraved.

He knew that a decade or so after the Legion had departed Nostramo that our homeworld had descended back into lawlessness. Where murderers, thieves and gangsters once again thrived. And many had been recruited into our ranks unknowingly. He had made his decision, by his hand Nostramo was saved, it seemed only fitting that by his hand it burned.

So we destroyed the planet, billions of people died as our fleet fired into a weak part of the thermal core. We felt no remorse, why should we? We did what was needed. We thought that the Emperor would understand, since it was he who commanded us to do similar against his enemies...alas we were wrong.

He sent our brother Legions to hunt us down and destroy us. Ironic that it was now us going to be punished for what he had created us for, a lifetime conquering the galaxy in his name and bringing retribution and judgement upon those who defied him...and yet we are punished?

And then it happened, the very event which would define the future of the Imperium. We were sent word that the Warmaster Horus had renounced his oaths to his father and that we were one of seven Legions going to be sent to bring him to justice. How ludicrous!

No..that would not do for Lord Curze, we were always tasked with dealing with liars and betrayers but to us, it was the Emperor who betrayed us not Horus. And for this we would do everything in our power to destroy him.

We played along with the Emperors little strategy for a while, until of course we reached Istvaan where we declared for the Warmaster. The Raven Guard of Corax, the Iron Hands of Ferrus Manus and the Salamanders of Vulkan were slaughtered upon that world. Oh we knew if we played it right, the civil war that was about to unfold would be over quickly. But that was not to be. Untold trillions died upon our path to confront the Emperor.

A few of our allied Astartes Legions had dedicated themselves to the temptations of the warp by the time we arrived, it is these I blame for our failure upon Terra. They had succumbed to their own base needs and desires. Upon Terra the World Eaters attacked anything in the name of their so called Blood God, the Emperors Children preyed on the civilian population, rather than commit the majority of their forces to the Imperial Palace. Weak minded fools, our Legion has no need for false Gods.

Discovering that the Ultramarines, Space Wolves and Dark Angels Legions were on route to defend Terra, Horus made a gambit that would ultimately fail. He challenged the Emperor to single combat and was slain, but not before he dealt the so called Immortal God Emperor many fatal wounds, causing him to be entombed upon his Golden Throne. A rotting corpse sustained only by feeding off thousands of souls sacrificed to him daily. He is no better than the foul creatures that call themselves Gods in the warp.

After the Warmaster was slain we retreated from the planet killing all in our path as we attempted to evade the Loyalist scum. We did not discriminate in our butchery, we had been betrayed by the Emperor so the Imperial forces needed to die, and we were lied to by Horus who claimed he could bring us victory, so the tainted Astartes who had in their weakness pledged allegiance to false idols also had to be put to the sword.

We reached Tsagualsa on our bloody path and it was there we created a new domain. The Primarch was murdered on our new homeworld. He allowed himself to die by the Assassins hand, what better way to prove to the Emperor that all we ever did was punish those who had wronged? Just like we had wronged. His final words ring true even now "Death is nothing compared to vindication".

Eventually the Ultramarines came for us and we were driven from Tsagualsa, finally forced to flee to the Eye of Terror with the rest of the Legions that had rebelled.

And so here we remain, venturing forth from the great eye fighting the long war against the Imperium who used and then betrayed us.

Ten thousand years have passed to you, but to us the siege of Terra was only yesterday, we do not age, we do not forgive and we do not forget.

The Legion remains true to our fathers teachings and the Imperium that is based upon lies we shall cast down.

You will know of our coming by our deeds.

We shall feast on your fear and mutilate your corpses, presenting them so all can see the folly of defiance.

We stand in midnight clad.

We are the VIII'th legion.

We are the Night Lords.

And we have come for you.

- Unknown Night Lord