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Time passed, and Luke grew up. While his parents weren't always present due to their line of work, it was understandable. The Emperor's previous parents couldn't provide much, as he was born to them long before civilization reached levels where a parent could provide the best they could for their child. His current parents did the best they could, and with each of his accomplishments they were extremely proud. He grew up in a loving household, but still trained himself.
By the time that he was one year old, he was walking expertly, and his parents boasted about him for months to their colleagues. He was reading by the age of two, and learned much of the world of Remnant. Most importantly, the Grimm. His sons, upon learning of their existence, had different reactions. Horus was understandably angry, as was Leman, though he was more excited of worthy foes, Ferrus Manus was eager to fight, as was Fulgrim, eager to draw blood. Many of the primarchs had similar reactions of being eager to fight, but Magnus and Kitten were more interested in their study, finding their weaknesses early on.
If he wished, the Emperor could have anything he wished at any moment because of his psyker powers, but he did not, out of respect, out of challenge, and of keeping Malal under pressure. While his son's dwelled on the surface of his psyche, Malal lay at the bottom, with his psychic might keeping him contained. He did not trust any of the chaos gods, and underestimating them would be detrimental. So, his work of protecting mankind became ever more vigilant.
His own sons did not know, but within their own psyches were their legions, within his own, above Malal, lie everyone else. Every commissar, guardsman, Adeptus Custodes, and so on. He sobbed silently in sorrow and joy that he had humanity under his wing again. The traitors had repented, and the heretics had been cleaned for him. He and his sons bear the weight of the chaos gods, and their influence will cease.
He would do things the right way this time. He would extend the branch of peace whenever he could, and basically not do everything that got him onto the throne in his universe. The Inquisition would be founded and would be more discreet, and the Adeptus Ministorum would never spread his worship through the Lectitio Divinatus as a god, but, as Decius proclaimed, he would be the Man-Emperor of Mankind. Basically, he would be humanity's greatest dad. He would rebuild the Ministorum to hug the heretics, or bring them back peacefully.
Back to reality, time passed quickly. His parents sent him to a daycare during the day to allow him to socialize, and learn how to handle a Grimm attack. He lived on the outskirts of the city of Vale, and made acquaintances easily, but friends were hard to come by. He was much like himself before he intervened, preferring to watch from afar. Time began to pass again.
He attended Signal Academy, being the top of his class very quickly. He began to shape his old weapons into reality once more. The Emperor's Sword was made, along with his clawed gauntlet, and each had the capability to burst into flame upon will thanks to fire dust. Speaking of dust, it was something of intrigue to the Emperor and his sons, pleasantly puzzled by it. Magnus had already begun his theories, from a chemical compound made by asteroid material, to souls in pure form, to the remnants of many things from their old universe, which could explain the name of the planet.
Bullies at Signal tried to bully him into letting them win. Key words being 'tried to,' and he beat them even harder. Soon enough, the four kingdom's representatives were beginning to butter him up to attend their academies. Vacuo and Mistral were immediately out of his choices, as he would not attend in such places that were so inhospitable and filled with greed and vice. Atlas and its technology was a topic of interest, but Vale had one thing that the others did not: Headmaster Ozpin.
The Emperor, along with much of Remnant, knew little to nothing about him besides his position. So, he and his sons hit the books, and began to research (much to the delight of the twins, Magnus and Kitten and the despair of everyone else). They poured over archives and accounts of questionable truth, and with the facts at their side, they made a conclusion. Ozpin was none other than the successor to the wizard from the Story of the Seasons. Given his relationships with people seemingly unrelated to each other in any way aside from their gender, the peculiar circumstances of the women themselves lent to different women bearing similar mannerisms of their supposed "predecessors." This left the only option that Ozpin was involved in some way, and the wizard was the only other person stated in the story itself. While there was other evidence, the story must advance.
So, they bided their time and waited. Outright refusing any advances by Vacuo and Mistral, showing some interest in Atlas, and subtly dropping hints about wishing to meet with Ozpin to discuss enrollment. Their efforts were well spent on a morning like any other. Luke Aurum opened the door to the sight of a man dressed in the attire of a teacher of Haven Academy. Upon the door being opened to the sight of Luke, the man began to speak.
"A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Aurum! I'm here as a representative of Hav-" Was as much as the man got out before the door was slammed into his face. Luke took a moment to sigh, perhaps overdramatically, or not, 'Who's to say what the difference is between a normal and unnormal, or even immoral, perhaps even-'the Emperor took a moment to tell Magnus to shut Tzeentch up. Returning to breakfast to partake of his almond waffles with peach syrup*, he was roused from breakfast once again by another knock, but sounding more wooden. Rising again, he opened the door, and in his standard garb stood Ozpin, with his cane.
"Ah, headmaster Ozpin. Come in, come in." Luke offered to the old man and invited him inside. Ozpin game a small smile and entered the humble Aurum residence. He gestured to the stairs to his room, and patiently waited for the headmaster to lead.
As they entered his room, Luke waited for the headmaster to initiate conversation. "It's come to my attention, Mr. Aurum, that you are interested in enrollment of Beacon Academy. Is this true, young man?" Briefly snickering internally, as he was mentally the senior of the two, he responded. "You have heard correctly, headmaster. But, may I ask a question, if I may?"
Ozpin smiled slightly, and responded, "Ask away, young man." Luke took a moment to think, which was much more an incredibly in-depth conversation with his sons about the course of action that would take place once the small plan was set in motion. "Professor, I know of your uncanny ability to read minds, and my query is more in depth than I'd like. You may receive entry, if you would like." Ozpin was taken aback, his small secret revealed by a student who was not even attending his academy yet. "Very well." He reluctantly stated, Luke already feeling the presence enter his mind.
Ozpin awoke somewhere dark, gloomy, and yet somehow ostentatiously golden at the same time. He looked around and noticed that he was not alone. Twenty figures much taller than he stood tall, and another, much younger in appearance, sat nearby on a golden throne. He had not been this frightened since the gods had cursed him. One of the figures, clad in green, began to advance toward him, but stopped at the voice of the figure on the throne.
"Hello, Ozpin. Welcome to the depths of my psyche. Would you like a drink? Unfortunately, we do not have your cocoa, but Leman has done excellently at somehow replicating ale. Care to partake?" Ozpin stared in disbelief.
*Oh, come on, you can't fool me for an instant that after ten millennia sitting down on a golden toilet that he wouldn't try to add flavor to anything.
Anyway, feedback is requested, and I have written and rewritten parts of this for a week, and I'll need feedback for how the primarchs become sired. Toodles!
