Heka groaned and gasped, naked as a newborn babe. A cruel last dignity Ahriman had granted him, was to allow him to wear his undergarments. Utterly naked without his armour, he had been tortured, for about two years. Ahriman… his old friend, and now his greatest enemy. And yet despite being tortured many times, through many cruel methods Ahriman had employed to break his mind, he remained unbroken.

A fact that Heka noted the Mote of Deep Warp had protected him, and resisted being pulled away from him. Ahriman knew he could not force the loyalty of the seemingly sentient Mote, for killing him cause the Mote of Deep Warp flow away, out of his reach and that Mote of Deep Warp, Ahriman knew, could accelerate his ascension into a new Chaos God, to further increase his power, yet he found it annoyingly difficult to even get a response from the Mote, save that it constantly healed Heka, both to Heka's relief and Ahriman's chagrin. He wanted to save himself years of study and searching for new relics that could grant much more power.

Not even threats about Crolomere's safety could phase Heka. Heka loved her, like a daughter, but he did not allow Ahriman to use that love. Two years. Two long years, but to Heka, it felt like two centuries. Heka growled, as he remained alone in the dungeon. Alpha Legion taught him well to resist torture, during Great Crusade years, even sometime during the Age of Imperium of Man. Just a day ago, his mind had been a blur, as a result of drugs running through his system, but today, it was clear, thanks to the Mote, and his mutations that still existed within him from that fated trip into the Deep Warp. Ahriman was unable to break him, his will, solidified long ago by Mote. Yet he could not see outside of this room with his Second Sight. He hated it. Anywhere but this room. He hated the fact his 12 ancient Rubricae was now being used as Ahriman's guards. He hated the fact Ahriman managed to figure out the upgrades he gave to his Rubricae and now he spread the upgrades to all of his Rubric Marines, which was somehow the reason why Ahriman remained an Emperor of his Rubric Empire.

Ahriman… Heka went to fight him on Tallarn, sending the resurrected Ohthere Wyrdmake, Johan and Pyriel and the other Astartes (Of various commanderies) away to Imperium Pentus before he embarked on his voyage to Tallarn, making past other worlds of Thousand Emperors. They tried to dissuade him but Heka was resolute. He knew he had to slow Ahriman's ascend or at least delay it long enough for someone else to stop him. It was impossible not to notice this in the Warp. Ahriman… Unlike Heka, as far as he knew, Heka remained mostly unchanged for many millennia, But Ahriman changed. So far different to a man he once knew. He was weeping then, and groaned in the harsh internal pain.

At once, he heard sounds. Sounds of battle going through the prison compound. Struggling, he was unable to see outside of it, but his Second Sight showed him the uniformed humans battling against Rubricae, so near his door. Large numbers, and to his surprise, he saw Rubricae falling one by one, despite the great deaths among the humans. They were far away but were approaching the prison. Freedom was at hand. For him and others. Though he could not see much in this prison, so utterly dark for most parts. "For Revelation! Onwards!" These voices. For Revelation? He knew it then. Revelation had sent forces to this place. He smiled then.

He struggled, but the Red Sorcerer managed to amplify his voice as he shouted. "For the Host of Revelation! Come. Come to this priso-" He coughed, his voice was recovering still, after Ahriman had slashed his throat an hour before.

It was not long before the mortal warriors managed to make their way to the prison. Listening to their words, as they were priming a bomb on the door, that he had no doubt they were freeing him. The door blown open in seconds, and as one of the soldiers pressed the button, turning on the light, they were repulsed by what they saw. Dead bodies. Horribly tortured and mutilated bodies, "Wait! I can see the large man. Astartes by appearance!" "Free him!" They wasted no time as they moved around the room, checking for traps. None were found, and so they began to work on freeing him.

As the chains were removed from Heka's neck and limbs, his mind expanded and the Red Sorcerer found he could employ his full powers once again. He sensed Crolomere moving in the large room above. "Easy! You've been here for how long?" "Two years..but I need to move. Now. Something is happening" Heka groaned as he collapsed on the floor, "Follow me" "But we need to get you to the medi-" "No time!" He stood up, and moved recovering rapidly. The human soldiers were unable to stop him but could only follow him. He did not bother taking an armour. No. He had to run. He ran fast. The soldiers only followed, and as they ran upstairs. To their amazement, the Red Sorcerer fought off several powerful Psykers as they provided fire support, firing at the Psykers, as the Rubricae were stunned, but following their deaths, they began to follow Heka's mental command. Heka tore apart the attacking psykers as though they were but meddling young apprentices that attempted to foolishly fight the ancient master of Warp.

The human soldiers were about to fire upon the Rubricae until they saw they were not firing at them, and realized the naked man was one of the Thousand Sons Sorcerers, but despite their suspicions, they decided to trust this man, not knowing this was Heka, the ally of Revelation, but for unknown reasons, they could not figure why but they found him repulsive, not knowing it was the cause of Mote of Deep Warp.

In that instance, Heka felt Crolomere's pain. It enraged him as he moved faster. The mortal soldiers moved a little bit further behind, feeling his rage, even at the great distance as they did not want to give him a reason to destroy them, as they could sense his immense power. He began his intonations as he marched forward, using the Rubric Marines to eradicate any threats, as he gathered a growing force of Rubricae. They moved between rooms, rushing to get to the top, leaving mortal soldiers to wipe the remaining threats, like cultists. Heka had no time to eradicate them, only to get to his beloved adopted daughter.

To Heka's surprise, he felt the mighty presence of Magnus. The Remnant of Magnus in him did not say anything, save that it mentioned it had foreseen this event a long time ago. As the Red Sorcerer and the Rubricae under his command almost reached to the top, Ahriman.. his presence shone brightly, blindingly brighter than before. He was becoming another Pantheon Slave of Deep Warp. A foolish plan to seek Godhood. Heka knew this. Ahriman had been fully corrupted by the Pantheons… A Pre-heresy Ahriman would not do this. This, he knew. He felt the titanic duel, on the same scale as his previous duel. He felt the shifts of reality. Ideas thrown as weapons. Words. Chants. Hate. Anger. Sadness. All the raw emotions. In every plane, he felt a massive psychical hurricane rush through. Such might that even mightiest mountains could be cracked apart. Tallarn burnt, and like Magnus and Ahriman, he is a master of Warp now, but unlike them, Heka had refused godhood while Ahriman desired it so fervently, thus Ahriman was the more powerful.

As Heka reached to the top, he heard screams of Magnus. As he reached to the end of the stairs, he finally saw Magnus' defeat, seeing the eye gripped by Ahriman. He saw unfamiliar Space Wolves, and other Astartes. He saw mortal warriors. Time seemed to slow down, yet Heka was not affected. Not so, since he sacrificed his place in Time itself long ago, but he was staggered, all the same as he felt the spirit of Magnus rush into Heka. But at the same time, Heka saw Ahriman turn into ashes. He heard Crolomere's voice. The only thing he heard from Crolomere was "Not all, only you"

As the effects of Rubric reversal affected everyone, he saw the Rubric automata, he felt souls' elation for freedom, he felt the consciousness wake up once more in the former automata. Hope then rushed through him. Not so soon, as the former Rubricae returned to full consciousness, he felt their rage and anger, as they began to gun down the remaining Sorcerers of Ahriman..

Heka smiled, for the first time in a long time, proud of her and, overjoyed at the resurrection. He felt his twelve Rubric Marines regain their mortality and free will. He felt another soul by Crolomere, and felt the death of the one, whom he presumed to be her partner, for he felt love before he died. He ran towards to Crolomere, and saw her, in the din of the battle, cradling a baby. A youngling. He looked at the dead man who helped her. He picked Crolomere, noting she wasn't acknowledging him, but it didn't matter, for the Webway Portal was open. He saw Sanguinor in his Second Sight, just speaking to Crolomere. He smiled then. The reversal of Rubricae would not have had threatened his life so much, but he was tortured for two years, his body still broken, and regenerating more slowly. It caused him pain in each step, even as he morphed slowly into Magnus the Red.

Heka sighed, as he cradled Crolomere, a woman he considered his daughter, despite her being far older than he. She seemingly fell away to sleep, as he walked into the Webway. Sanguinor smiled at Heka, as he slowly transformed into the Cyclopean Primarch for energies of Magnus rushed into him. He was dying.

Following the Webway, Heka noted the psychic "breadcrumbs" were there. Leading him, as he moved, avoiding Draziin-Matons, Daemons and Angyls, and other prowling horrors in the Webway. He could defend himself, but Crolomere and her child? He couldn't risk that. He shielded himself, and use his reserves to conceal himself.

Already familiar with Webway itself, it took Heka mere few days to get to the Timeless Chamber of Revelation, ensuring none followed him. Heka smiled, as his skin formed large cracks. Crolomere seemed to wake up slowly, she saw a different face, and felt the arms were much larger, yet she knew it was Heka by his unique psychic signature. She looked down on her babe and smiled. She thought of what to name him, but decided to wait until the correct time.

"Heka, are you okay? You seem different and your body feels so.. immensely damaged" "It is best you don't know what causes me pain, Crol. I have been damaged. In fact, I am dying. But.. there are a few things I have to do, before I go" Heka smiled sadly. "I am sorry, Crol, but my time is almost done and I am a tired.. tired man." Crolomere was saddened. Another death of her loved one. She couldn't believe it, and she waited so long for Heka to come back after his missions, she even wanted to introduce him to Kage, and also wanted him to see his adopted grandson, not knowing Heka had already met him. This was not fair. She hated it, and began to weep "Please, Heka, please don't go. Not again. I waited so long. This is not fair" "Life is not fair, but we do what we can, Crol. You have helped me so many times. Allow me to atleast return favour for the last time" Heka smiled as he spoke one word. The Mote of Deep Warp began to flow into the baby. Heka knew this is Revelation, for that baby held same psyker signature as Revelation himself as that enigmatic figure appeared to him for many years.

"I promise you this, Crol, though I will be but a memory to all, only you and my Primarch will always have piece of me." He walked into the Timeless Chamber, where the warriors let him through, seeing Crolomere, with her baby. One by one, they knelt before the baby, the son of Crolomere, grandson of Emperor. He continued walking towards through the rooms, to the Throne room. Thunder Warriors, Relictors, soldiers from the Golden Age and before. Sisterhood of Elusive Blades and many others. The dying Sorcerer finally went down on his knees, before Revelation's Throne.

And then as Heka finished his final chants, the Mote of Deep Warp, purified and cleansed, began to flow onto the child, alongside with his remaining energy. He fell on his knees, then laid Crolomere on the ground. He smiled, as his skin began to crack. With his final thoughts he shared with Crolomere"Thank you for being my adopted daughter, Crolomere. Thank you. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have been able to cleanse this Mote. I would have turned into a Chaos Abomination without free will, into a slave of Deep Warp." He wiped away her tears, and kissed her forehead.

Crolomere smiled sadly as she watched Heka's body slowly reduce from Primarch-sized body into a human, a human he once was, before he ever became a member of Thousand Sons.. "Take care of her" as he touched the baby's head "Take care of her. Do not abandon her like Emperor had. She is both our kin." and then he looked to Crolomere "You have done much for us. I am grateful. Just remember, though Prospero had died long time ago, alongside the myself and Thousand Sons, we live through you. You make me proud, Crol."

The red energy flew from Heka's back, forming the body of Magnus the Red, just before he became a Daemon-Primarch. Magnus the Red woke up rather quickly, finding himself in his old body, just before he became a Daemon Primarch. He was surprised to have his eye back, the eye he gave to Tzeentch. The warriors in the Timeless Chamber immediately raised their weapons at Magnus the Red, aware of his reputation, and his actions. They did not trust him.

The Crimson King, at last being reunited with his Remnant, found himself free from the corruption, heard Heka communicating to the Primarch at the same time, as he recovered knowledge and memories of the Remnant of Magnus now in him "I have spent countless centuries. Long schemes. With my place in time sacrificed, I fought off the Abominable Lord of Deep Ones. You saw it. I worked long and hard, and now finally, I managed to deceive and trick Tzeentch himself. That feat was not easy to achieve. The Slave of Change no longer has power over you, my Primarch. You still have much to atone for. You failed us. You betrayed us when Wolves burnt Prospero. You never figured out until you became a Daemon Prince, because of your arrogance. I and your other sons investigated what happened, since Ark Reach Cluster, and what happened at the Council of Nikaea. We found out, and you dismissed our reports. You have much to atone for, Primarch Magnus. I worked long enough, and it took many of my years to free you from Tzeentch, and to ensure he cannot see you. Redeem us then, and we will consider it a repayment, Crimson King."

The Crimson King was shocked, as he looked at his old body, and he found he had two eyes, instead of one which astonished him. He looked around and saw only unfamiliar warriors, in a strange place. He was lost, but judging by the combined architecture of a human chamber, and the strange runic architecture, he determined that he was in the Webway. Immediately processing all the memories almost instantaneously as only a Primarch can, he simply nodded, as he stood over the now-human Heka.

Magnus knelt next to Heka, knowing Heka spoke true. He simply nodded "I will do what I can" He smiled sadly, knowing Heka had succeeded where he had failed. His ego broken, so heavily humbled after his defeat by Ahriman. He wondered now what he should do now, after being aware of what happened in the Materium almost immediately.

As Heka finally died, his body reduced into ashes, Time itself returned to Heka. Heka had a place in time, surprising the dying Red Sorcerer. For the first time in innumerable years, he was able to see the future. His last words, even as the remaining Mote of Deep Warp fought to keep him in one place. "I see it. I see it all. War. A war to end all wars. A scale is tipping. One way or another. It cannot end in mid-way. There will be no pause. Not even a single reprieve. Listen. Listen to the sounds. I hear it. The End shall rush. The Wolves shall howl in fury in the memory of Thousand Sons that now are dead." He smiled "There will be no more Long Nights. No more. For the Wolf Time" The Good Man of Prospero had died, finally turning to ashes.

Ohthere, standing next to Heka's ashes wept, unable to forgive himself for what happened in the Council of Nikaea. Would the Imperium of Man had lasted longer if they were more forgiving of psykers? This, he knew. This he decided then, to go to Leman Russ, unaware of Primarch of Space Wolves' own guilt over the Fall of Prospero in thirty-first Millennium.

Crolomere held the baby, and held him lovingly, as she wept. Magnus quietly gathered every speck of Heka's dust by hand, and looked to a closest soldier. "Soldier, bring me two small bags." The soldier did so, seeing Primarch was different now compared to before. He poured all the dust into two small bags, diving the dust equally. He put next to Crolomere, and kept a second bag for himself, to remind himself of his early follies, the cost of his hubris and to remember Heka's sacrifice. Both Crolomere and Magnus knew Heka was completely at peace, in harmony with himself. His soul went beyond even Warp itself. Not even Deep Warp could ever reach to get him. Magnus looked to the baby and immediately understood this was the Revelation. Already, he knew the baby is beyond a Primarch and would grow quickly. He now understood what Heka had wrought, feeling the purified uncorrupted Mote of Deep Warp within the baby. Magnus despaired, noting the last member of Thousand Sons lay in ashes before him. He then resolved that he would follow up his promises, just as he thought to see Primarch Vulkan and his Imperium. And to redeem himself. He now had a long road to walk, for to be a Primarch without his Legion was daunting enough.