Guilliman stood over his father. The Emperor was broken and beaten, barely able to breath. He had failed. His son had won, all was los-"STOP!" yelled a voice. "Who DARES?!" Rouboulte demanded, turning away from his father's dying body. He saw no one, but heard the audible click of a lasgun. Turning around, he saw an ordinary Guardsman standing over his father, lasgun primed. "You will not win, Traitor!" the guardsman declared, pulling the trigger. He fired his lasgun at the Arch-Traitor. Roboute slowly advanced, the lasers hardly effecting him. When the ammo ran out, the guardsman, instead of running, threw his gun at Guilliman, and pulled out a laspistol. "DIE YOU BASTARD!" he screamed, rapidly uploading his clip. When that was empty, he rushed the Primarch, sword drawn. To the shock of the Emperor, this ordinary Guardsman, with no special abilities, HELD. THE. LINE. For ten minutes they dueled, before Guilliman kicked the Guardsman in the chest, and picked him up in one of his hands. "Pathetic insect." The Arch-Traitor spat. "My...name...is... OLLANIUS!" the now named guardsman shouted, biting down on Guilliman's hand. Bellowing in rage, the traitor crushed Ollanius, and then erased his soul. He then turned to his Father, expecting to see him broken and bloodied. Instead, he saw his father's eyes, filled to the brim with anger. "YOU WILL NOT WIN MY DISGRACE OF A SON!" He roared, grabbing his sword and cut his son's legs off. Then, he used his power to reach into his son, grabbing the retreating Ruinous Powers-specifically Slaanesh. The gods were shocked when His Astral form appeared before them, and slammed three of them aside. He leered at Slaanesh. "You have something I desire." he mocked, before grabbing his sword and cutting open the Dark Prince's chest and removing it's stomach. In a show of brutality unseen by the gods since the formation of Khrone, He devoured it. This act destroyed His son's soul utterly.