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Children of The Phoenix
By Slayzer.
-Chapter One-
Fulgrim didn't so much awake up as became aware.
The darkness wouldn't clear from his eyes but primarch's mind was sharp, aware and running over his last clear memory. The memory of his father, Fabius Bile, looking at him with such disappointment and contempt as the Necron Load Trazyn sealed him stasis. It was a look that Fulgrim knew well from when one of father's experiments didn't succeed.
Fulgrim had failed some unspoken test.
After all he was not really Fulgrim at all but a copy. A clone but cursed with the memory's what the 'real' Fulgrim had done in life. He had never meet Ferrus Manus but could feel the blood on own hands as if he killed Ferrus himself on Isstvan V.
Fulgrim didn't know what was going on. He thought that Fabius and him shared a common goal. They would remake the Third Legion but uncorrupted by Chaos. They would wash the taint of treachery and shame from their names in glorious victory and build a better humanity. Fulgrim wanted too not just do better but be better. Fulgrim would be a best version of himself and he would be…
…. perfect.
The realization hit Fulgrim like a hammer blow.
Fulgrim's quest for redemption was tainted by pride and hubris. He was walking the same path of damnation the true Fulgrim had walked all those millilumen ago. Instead of a second chance at redemption he would just end up being a second warp monster ravaging the galaxy.
It was at that moment that slight retuned to Fulgrim's eyes.
Fulgrim saw a beautiful human woman floating over him.
No, beautiful was too cheap a word for her as she was perfection made flesh.
Her fine face was framed by long sliver hair. Her full shapely body with large full breasts and curvy hips was in full display under but the thinnest wrapping of blue silk. Still, she was no delicate flower as powerful muscles as perfectly sculpted as the rest of her ran across her arms, legs, shoulders and stomach. She was as if a master artist was allowed to capture the perfect human form from their imaginations and make it real.
She seemed to be laying on a massive cloud of pastel pillows hovering over Fulgrim. This puzzled Fulgrim and a look in the woman's sapphire blue gem like eyes seemed just as confused.
A few moments later and then her eyes went wide with dread and a horrible realization. It was the same dread and horror that hit Fulgrim.
Fulgrim belated realized that was not a woman floating over his head.
It was a mirror set into the ceiling.
The woman Fulgrim was admiring was her own reflection.
Whatever lingering haziness and self-pity that she was feeling quickly burned away in the closest thing to a panic attack that a Primarch had ever felt.
Her new body felt very different but it did not feel any weaker for the changing. She may be a copy of a primarch but she had never lacked for a primarch's power and intelligence. The strength of a demigod still flowed in her blood. Her limbs even though cloned and now reshaped still remembered countless battles from the Great Crusade.
She took in her surroundings and saw that she was in a vast columned chamber. The room was elegant but also wrong is some fundamental way. While nowhere near the architect that Rogal Dorn was she could tell that this room was built wrong. The elegant columns too thin to bear the load of the massive ceiling. It was as someone just bent the laws of physics to accommodate some unnatural and garish aesthetic.
The walls past the columns were adorned with trophies taken from countless battles. Weapons, helmets and armor parts from Space Marine Chapters, both Loyalist and Traitor. There were also many Eldra, Necron, Tyranid, Ork and Tau trophies as well as other Xeno races. It was a massive gallery for someone to gaze upon their victories and triumphs.
A more chilling thought was that this place as far from the dark and geometric Necron Tomb World that Fulgrim thought she would be trapped in.
"Oh, She's awake now." A sultry voice from out nearby.
From the large multilayer mass of soft perfumed pillows, a humanoid monster crawled up lazily to the top. It was not quite male or female and not very human at all with purple skin, taloned bird like feet and a crustacean like crab claw replacing one arm. She gazed longingly at Fulgrim as a dozen more of its demonic kin rose up from in between the pillows.
The band of Demonettes surrounded Fulgrim and began to crawl toward her on their hands and knees. The cloned Primarch was easily more than twice the size of the demons and far stronger. However, the story of the old Terrain aquic fish called a Piranha came into mind. That a large group of small but vicious predators could be far more dangerous than anything many times their size.
"The poor thing is frightened." A Demonette said getting closer.
"Will she cry?" a second Demonette asked.
"Will she scream?" asked a third.
The lesser demons of Slaanesh started to speak one after another in the most unnerving way. Their voices and words were melodic, saccharin and catty at the same time.
"Will she moan?"
"Will she whimper?"
"Will she beg?"
"For us to stop?"
"For more?" The last Demonette asked touching Fulgrim's ankle with a crab claw.
Fulgrim lashed out with a reflexive kick that folded the Demonette's spin in half and sent it flying only to crash to the floor in a twitching mess of broken flesh. The sudden act of violence that annihilated one of their number only seemed to excite the Demonettes more.
"She fights back!"
"She'll kicks us!"
"Will she punch us!?"
"Will she bite us!?"
"Will she claw us!?"
"Can we do those things to her!?" All the demonettes asked in chorus and made ready to attack.
Fulgrim cursed the soft pillows that kept slipping under her feet as she tried to move. They were making it hard for her to get into a fighting stance.
"Enough!" a man's voice ordered. It was a voice that Fulgrim recognized instantly to her absolute dread. The demonettes instantly became servile and bowed their heads as they back away.
Out of the shadows of at the edge of the room came the true Fulgrim.
The Demon Primarch of Slaanesh.
Fulgrim was even larger than a normal Primarch with his lower body now that of a serpent with scales in shades of violet and purple. His pale torso was bare and had an extra pair of arms. A set of dark black drake wings sprouted from his back. A row of sharp black horns rose like a crown across his sliver haired brow. Fulgrim's face had not changed at all and why would it when he believed it was already perfection.
The demon Fulgrim crossed the room viperish quick and seized hold the female clone pinning her down. The demon's upper arms held her shoulders while his lower arms held her thighs. Unarmed and unarmored as they were the demonic corrupted Primarch had the clear advantage over the clone.
"You did this to me!" the now female clone of Fulgrim accused her original.
"Obviously. I am perfection made manifest and I could never allow a lesser copy me to sully the galaxy. Yet what a waste it would be to simply kill one such as you. When I saw you trapped in stasis in that Necron's macabre museum I saw the potential that lay within you. While I have long ago transcended humanity the duology of mankind is that of the dominate male and submissive female. The inspiration stuck me then and there that you as my lesser and inferior copy should be remade into the perfect but still lesser female form to complement my perfection."
"I've have been a woman for only a short while but your antiquated chauvinism is already pissing me off." She pushed back hard trying to break free but this only encouraged the demon more. The clone's resistance was cut short by the demon lifting her up into the air.
"You will take whatever offence I give with a grateful smile. You will take whatever pain, humiliation and suffering I give you as if they were treasured gifts. Know that I am not cruel as when you do these things, I will reward you with such pleasure that even the misbegotten tragedy of your existence will have meaning."
Fulgrim then kissed his female clone with his thick snake like tongue pushing down her throat. Her struggling grew weaker as unwanted pleasure overwhelmed her body. The demon's saliva was like an aphrodisiac that even a her Primarch constitution had trouble fighting off. To make it even worse the demon started attacking her with psychic whispers that clouded her mind.
No longer fighting to restrain the female clone the demon Fulgrim moved his hands to take hold of her butt and message her breast. The body that he had so perfectly remade felt so good in his hands. Excitement and anticipation that the demon Fulgrim had not felt in thousands of years rush up his spine. No mortal partner of Fulgrim's had survived his attentions, they all broke so quickly. Now he had a toy that could endure the power of his love.
The female clone gasped for air and moaned in pleasure as the demon's snake like tongue left her mouth and throat. The demon then ran his tongue over her face, neck and then sank down into the valley of her breasts. Her nipples hardened, her skin pricked with every touch and her body grew wet.
Yet in her mind she felt nothing but the darkest despair.
Failure!
Trash!
Reject!
This is All Your Good For!
All You Will Ever be Good For!
'He's lying to you, don't believe him!' a kind female voice called into the clone's mind.
The psychic attacks sapped her of all will to resist or even live.
You are a Mistake!
Nothing Until I Saved You!
You are Just an Outlet for my Pleasure!
She started to believe that the demon Fulgrim was right. Fabius had traded her to a Necron Lord and now her fate was to be demon's plaything. She was nothing but an object, not truly a primarch, not really a human or even a person.
'Those men do not get to define who are.' The kind voice said as an encouraging whisper of wind under the raging storm of the demon's insults.
The clone's eyes cleared a little and she looked too the far wall of trophies. There among a vast collection of Eldar relics was a large flawless sapphire blue jewel. It had the same shape of an eldar soulstone but was larger and magnitudes more brilliant. A spark like imprisoned lighting flashed for a moment and the clone felt something alien touch her mind.
The vision of a young eldar woman entered the clone's mind. She was as graceful and beautiful as all of her kind but she seemed somehow diminished. A crude off-white gown covered much of her body but you could see the skin of her arms and legs were crisscrossed with scars. A black blindfold covered her eyes yet the clone could feel the blinded maiden's gaze bore into the her like a drill.
'Some fates are inevitable. All things are at some point fated to end. However, within the random sea of events one's own destiny is something that you can grab hold of. A critical moment is upon you and you must choose. Either the man you made and that monster who holds you are right and you are nothing. Or you can choose the hard path and fight to win back your destiny and shape it with your own hands. The latter choice will bring its own trials and hardships but I will face them with you for as long as I can.'
The Little Eldra Bauble Dares to Speak out of Turn!? I Shall Have to Punish you Once I've had my Fun!
The might of the demon primarch's psychic might pushed the vision of the Eldar Maiden away.
The clone realized then that no one was going to save her.
The clone looked up at her corrupted original and smiled sweetly. She ran her hands up over his face gently and then up into the strands of his sliver hair. Fulgrim pulled her close as if to kiss her again when suddenly her smiled vanished and her face filled with hate.
"I reject you! Now and for always!"
With the strength of a demigod and the quick violence of action of a warrior born she ripped one of the demonic Fulgrim's horns out of his head.
No one was going to save her so she better save herself.
Fulgrim didn't even have time to scream out in pain before the sharp point of his missing horn was suddenly rammed through his left eye and into his brain. Even this was far too little to kill a Demon Primarch but it was enough to stun him for a few moments. His grip on the her loosened and she used that moment kick off from Fulgrim's chest with both legs. That blow sent him backwards to the floor and her flying away out of his grasp.
She rolled when she hit the ground and bounced right back up into a fighting stance. The Demonettes who Fulgrim had called off were now rushing to attack after she injured their lord. However, the clone had no time for them and ran toward the massive wall of trophies.
No weapon and nearly naked she would not last long in any battle. Rare and powerful weapons were all around her and her swordswoman instinct told her to take up a blade. She knew she had only enough time to take one thing and there was only one choice to make. She grabbed the blue jewel with soul of the Eldar Maiden who had spoken to her. She could hold the jewel easily in one hand as it only just filled up her palm.
She ran through a side door and into a hallway. The rest of this place was as oversized, garish and as architecturally impossible as Fulgrim's chamber had been. She could also hear the moaning and screaming of Slanneshie worshipers or possibly those of their victims. All of that was cut off by the sudden mighty roar from Fulgrim, "Get Her!"
'I could really use some armor and a sword right now.' The clone thought to herself.
The maiden in the jewel responded to that thought and started singing. The raw stuff of the warp cocooned around the clone. It a few moments it was shaped and pressed angst her as a bodysuit with armored reinforced pates long her arms, legs and chest.
The bone white suit of a Howling Banshee Aspect armor was solidly there but she could still move as if totally unincumbered. A few heart beats later and curved Eldra power sword sized up for a primarch appeared in her hand.
She was one few humans to ever ware wraithbone armor. A space was left just below her neck at about her collar bone for a soulstone. Without hesitation she placed the blue jewel in her off hand into that space and she could feel the connect between her and the Eldar Maiden trap inside increase.
It was at that moment a Chaos Space Marine came around the coroner hearing his master yell. He stopped dead in his tracks suddenly seeing a Primarch, a female Primarch who was now armed and armored in Eldra equipment.
The massive Eldar power sword barely slowed as it cut the stunned Chaos Space Marine in two. Not waiting around for a moment longer she took off running as more and more Slaanesh worshipers filled the hallway. Demons, corrupted Space Marines and morals servants all flooded into the massive hallway. Any who fell within the arc of her blade was instantly cut down as she sprinted down the hallway.
A red river of slaughter flowed behind her as she ran but she never stopped to engage any foe in a protracted fight. She just cleaved her way thought the throngs of damned that surrounded her trying desperately to cut her way to freedom.
It was then that Fulgrim emerged from his chambers and like the clone he was now armed and armored. Purple baroque power armor the covered his chest and in three of his hands he held curved blades that were longer than a Space Marines was tall. In his fourth hand he held a long whip that crackled with malicious magic power. He spread his dragon like black wings and then charged down the hallway butchering any of his fellow Slaanesh worshipers that obstructed his way. He was killing people far more people than even the clone had.
The clone pushed on knowing full well that the real danger was the Demon Primarch behind her and not the army's worth of Chaos scum around her. The appearance of Fulgrim was enough to make the other Slaaneshie fall back to safety so the hallway cleared measurably.
She ran on pushing her Primarch body to the limits reaching for more speed to stay ahead of her pursuer. All the while the voice from the blue jewel guided her path. Turning here or there and going up or down countless flights of stairs. Time and distance seemed to stretch on and twist in this massive demon palace. It may have been many hours or it could have been a few days but she ran on ceaselessly.
They had lost Fulgrim a few times and put some much-needed space between them.
"There is a way out of here isn't there!?" She asked the Eldar maiden in the jewel.
'Yes, but we need the sword.' The reply was getting a little weaker now.
"You gave me a sword already!"
'No! We need The Sword. Up ahead in that vault.'
Two giant locked doors loomed ahead of her and siting by each side of those doors was a Greater Demons of Slaanesh.
The two Keepers of Secretes rose to their full height that out matched that of the female Primarch. Their pale androgynous bodies barely covered with colorful fabrics and each holding demonic halberds. Few things in the galaxy could hope to match a Primarch in battle. However, among those few things were the Greater Demons of the Ruinous Powers.
She had two formamide foes in front of her and certain death rushing to catch up from behind her.
There was no time for strategy, artfulness or cunning tactics.
There was no time for anything.
She screamed with all the rage in her hearts and with all the power her Primarch lungs could give her.
She charged forward.
This seemed to take both of the Keepers of Secretes back a bit. As among the few things that could hope to match a Greater Demon in battle was Primarch. Now suddenly a Primarch was in front of them charging at them and roaring with rage.
If they could have seen it Leman Russ and Jaghatai Khan both would have smiled. They could never imagine that their prideful and soft brother Fulgrim who so loved art, poetry and diplomacy could be so ferocious and wild in the attack. Then again, this woman was no longer their brother Fulgrim or even a copy of him.
The large heavy double doors to Slaanesh's vault were blown off their hinges as three giant beings crashed through them.
First was a Keeper of Secretes moaning orgasmicly with an eldar power sword rammed into its chest. The second was the female clone of Fulgrim who was now bleeding badly from halberd strikes to her shoulder and thigh. Yet even as those wounds closed rapidly, she was still pummeling the third Keeper of Secrets. The last was the other Keeper of Secrets who had lost its halberd after being shoulder check by the clone and was now being beaten to death by her.
The Keeper of Secretes who couldn't even react to the rapid blur of punches landing on its face wished its partner would stop relishing in its masochism and get back into the fight.
The clone had won a short advantage with the fury and the speed of her attack but that would not last. She tried to pulled her sword out of the first Keeper's chest but it held on tightly and lovingly to the blade that implied it.
Pain and an impact that felt like a cannon shell hitting her back and sent her sprawling forward. The tell-tale crack of a whip let her know what hit her and also who was now entering the fight. she tried get up to parry but her Eldar sword had broken in two with her only holding the hilt and few feet shattered of blade. The whip came at her again too fast to dodge so she covered the blue jewel on her chest choosing to take the whip's strike fully on her stomach.
She coughed up blood and staggered backwards trying to regain her guard.
In front of her Fulgrim slithered into the vault with whip and swords ready. "I'm going to cut off your arms and legs, rip out your tongue, shatter your teeth and gouge out your eyes. I will then let every deprived follower of Slaanesh pleasure themselves using every open orifice you have for several centuries."
The demon Primarch was done playing bedroom games and this was now war. The two Keeper of Secretes rose to their feet and ready themselves for round two.
This was hopeless.
'Fulgrim.' The Eldar Maiden called out to the clone.
Rage spiked in the clone's hearts at name the Eldar Maiden had called her and not from the demon's threats. "SHUT UP! Don't every fucking call me Fulgrim again! I'll kill the anyone who ever compares me to that twisted snake bastard!" her anger was getting the better of her and she couldn't think straight.
'Phoenix!' the Maiden called out desperately as her power weaking by the moment.
"What!?" the clone answered thinking that Phoenix was a name the Eldar Maiden had called her.
Looking behind her she saw a phoenix with blue flaming wings incased in clear crystal. This vault held the greatest treasures of the God Slaanesh and here was something that evil deity needed locked away.
The voice had led her here for a purpose and it was now do or die.
With all the prodigious strength she could must she flung her broken sword at the incased phoenix.
The crystal shattered.
A wall off blue flames rushed across the room burning away everything of corruption in its path. The Keeper of Secretes screamed as the fire burned them. Unlike all other wounds that only slowed them down for a time the blue fire feed on their malignant being and burned them away to only ash remained.
This was no banishment but a true death that demons rarely faced.
Fulgrim had to use his drake like wings to shield himself from the flames but even those leather black wings stared to burn painfully. Fulgrim was still stronger than any greater demon and the flames could not consume him like it did the others. Pain, rage and indignation still roiled with him in however.
When the flames cleared, Fulgrim saw a cerulean and azure winged phoenix wreathed in burning white flames. The bird was perched on the clone's right arm.
The phoenix looked like a hawk but colored like a bird of paradise with a long tailfeathers. It's hunting eyes locked onto the female clone's as if judging her. In those eyes was a non-human primordial intelligence and power that was millions of years old. The phoenix must have like what it saw as it shifted its shape from a bird to that of a burning blade.
Azure in color it was double bladed sword with a blue wing motif as a hilt guard. Sliver fire forever licked down the blue blade's edges. This sword while sized up for a primarch and having human characteristics and aesthetic was still nothing forged by mortal hands.
A memory from Fulgrim's past flashed thought the clone's mind. An exchanging of weapons with a brother in a great forge. A testament to skill and an oath of brotherhood. That oath cruelly betrayed with a brother's death.
The phoenix has responded to that latent memory and shaped itself after Fireblade, the sword Ferrus had made and then gifted to Fulgrim. However, this Azure Fireblade could give demons a true death.
The clone took a step forward and Fulgrim back away a bit.
'Wait.' The Maiden's voice was getting weaker. 'We have to flee. This is our only chance.'
"Run? When my enemy is before me and means to end him within my hands? No, vengeance long overdue has come for this monster."
'I see many fates where he slays you and only a few in which you triumph. Even in those where you win you are overwhelmed soon after and killed.'
"My life was mistake but my death can have meaning." She ready her guard while Fulgrim did the same.
The demon primarch was weary but he was not backing down. His rage and bravado were gone from his posture and mind. Fulgrim was again the master duelist ready to kill.
She knew she would die fighting him but she would take him with her into the grave.
'Please, for my sister.' The voice was so weak now just a whisper.
She thought nothing could dissuade her from vengeance but the plea for sibling's sake made her halt. Nothing was more important than family. "Okay, we'll withdraw."
The voice of the Maiden began chanting and drawing psychic power from the Azure Fireblade. This room on a Daemon Hellworld had been cleansed and now a tiny fraction of the Eldar Maiden's power could be brought to bear for the first time uncounted millilumen.
"My thanks to you oh Primarch!" the clone called out as eldritch ribbons of power spun around her. "This body you gifted me may have been in jest but you have severed the link between us! I am no longer the failed clone of traitor, oath breaker and brother killer! With my every breath and beat of my hearts I become my own person and farther removed from you!"
Thought she had no way of know this her words hit Fulgrim in his wounded pride. The rejection of his perfection by a son of his followed by the flash of a virus bomb. So, he just stood there while a teleportation ritual was nearing its climax.
She thought to her early misunderstanding and smiled. "Hear me Fulgrim, for I am the woman who will kill you and my name is Phoenix!"
Phoenix, the Eldar Maiden in the stone and the burning Azure sword all vanished in a flash of light.
The world shuddered with the rage of Fulgrim's patron.
Slaanesh was very angry.
The last of the Croneswords was back in the material world were the Ynnari could find it.
And it was in the hands of a new Primarch.
-The Immaterium-
Colors flashed by Phoenix as she flew thought the warp on wings of blue fire.
This was the first trip thought the warp she'd ever take without a Gellar Field.
Or a ship for that matter.
She looked around and saw the she left the ribbon of cleansed warp space behind her. Every minor warp demon she encountered was burned away.
This was only possible due to the Azure sword and whatever power it had. Phoenix was under no illusions that while it may look like a sword what she held was something beyond mortal means and science. The spectral blue wings of fire on her back were more proof of that.
The wings where not real but she could feel them. Each burning feather and the currents of the warp the flowed under them like air. A smile crossed her face. "I wonder if Sanguinius felt this way when flying."
An old memory of Rogal Dorn explaining to Sanguinius, Fulgrim, Horus, Vulkan and Roboute in excursionizing detail how Sanguinius's wings were not aerodynamical and that flight with them was scientifically impossible.
Sanguinius reply was a rare impish smirk as he flapped his silver angelic wings and lifted into the heavens.
It was stunning rebuke of both Rogal and the laws of science. Sanguinius never looked more at easy then when he was in the sky as if he allowed himself to be unburden from some unspoken trouble.
The power started to fade from around Phoenix as her transition to real space began.
Phoenix suddenly wished Fulgrim had asked his brother Sanguinius how to land as reality rushed to meet her.
-Fornodran IV, Imperial Scrap World, Segmentum Tempestus-
Fornodran IV had once been a large mineral mining world but the massive industrialized mining efforts had striped the world clean of any mineral worth refining by M37. With hive cities and massive forges ready and able to process metals but no ore to feed them a novel idea of how to make use of the world was hit upon.
Derelict void ships already gutted of their engineering and munitions were left to fall onto the world's empty landmass. The wasteland tribes would then be paid in food for bring the shattered void ship remains to the hive cities were the metal would be reforged.
Millennia of this has now left a vast layer upon layer of material waste now the size of continent known as the 'Scrap Land'. Here tribes of Scrapers would fight and kill just for the right to haul tons of junk metal and be paid in barely drinkable water and slightly edible food.
All the while the Administratum lords who ran the world of Fornodran V had metal to feed their forges and factorums. While getting rich on the wealth that flowed out of them.
In a blue flash of light and fire Phoenix landed on the world with a thud. The landing was unfaltering as she hit a sand covered scarp plate of old void ship hull. She tried to sit up but then thought better of it and laid back down.
That was like the worst parts of teleportation and a crash landing in a burning Thunderhawk all rolled into one.
Phoenix breathed a sigh of relief and tasted real air.
Air contaminated by dust, chemicals and industrial waste but real air. This was a real world. Not a Tomb World or a Demon Hellscape. The world was in its day cycle and the sky was a hazy tan color. It was hot but not beyond standard human tolerances if precautions were taken.
Phoenix put on hand on the blue jewel at her neck. "Where did you send us?"
'Tired, must sleep.'
Phoenix nodded as she could understand that. Whoever this Eldar Maiden was trapped inside the jewel she had guided them though Fulgrim's Demon Palace. She had forged wraithbone arms and armor for Phoenix and worked the psychic spell to teleport them from the eye of terror into real space. Hell, she had even inadvertently given Phoenix her new name.
Which brought a question Phoenix hadn't had time to ask in all the chaos.
"Just who are you and what's your name?"
'I am something She Who Thirsts used for amusement and then gifted to her Primarch Champion. The last piece of a broken whole never to be made full again.' She sounded so sleepy now.
"But you must have a name?"
'Lileath. My mother named me Lileath.'
-end-
I just realized proof reading this that Phoenix is basically doing the whole King Arthur legend.
Lileath is even Warhammer fantasy Lady of the Lake and she has led Phoenix to the Cronesword/Excalibur. Phoenix can now fix a broken world/build Camelot. Then someday make new Space Maines/knights of the roundtable.
Phoenix isn't a gender flipped Fulgrim she's a gender flipped King Arthur!
Wait we have one of those already.
Saber from the Fate/Stay Night Series.
Maybe I should start thinking that Phoenix looks like Saber Alter from Fate/Stay Night.
I'm sure there is no shortage of Fate/Stay Night crossed with Warhammer 40k fan art.
Real talk this grew of an idea I had for a female Primarch fanfic I've had rattling round for a while.
I was thinking of the Lost XI Primarch as this Zheng Yi Sao type of brilliant naval commander but lover of freedom who clashed with the Emperor's authoritarian methods. I was looking for what other people have done for a female primarch when I found cnmbwjx amazing fanart of gender bent primarchs.
The thought hit me of what if I Gender bent the Fulgrim clone in a story.
Of course, this would be something that the demon Fulgrim would do to the clone. Narcissus finally being able to pull his reflection from the lake and make love to her. Fulgrim finally being able to do what people have been telling him for years and go fuck himself. It's the ultimate evolution of his depraved self-love and narcissism.
This went unwritten but the clone of Fulgrim fell into the demon Fulgrim's hands when the forces of Chaos raided Solemnace to get back at Trazyn for interfering at Cadia.
I had this idea of Fulgrim leading several Emperor's Children warbands with Dark Mechanicum forces and wrecking Necrons in the Solemnace Galleries while Trazyn the Infinite was away.
Fulgrim then found his clone and become enraptured by him. Back on the demon would he would bath the clone in a pool, the submerged Fulgrim clone becoming feminine like the myth of Narcissus.
I know the lore that much of the Eldar Pantheon is dead save, Cegorach, Isha and Khaine with Ynnead yet to be born. Still if shattered precis of Khaine can survive maybe a tiny part of Lileath survived if just so Slaanesh could torment her.
Still Lileath as she is in my story has few powers to her and nothing like the godly powers she once had. She can see her own fate and those close to her up to a point and she can bonesing a little. For that the teleoperation spell she needed to draw on the power of the Cronesword and the effort has exhausted her for some time.
So less of an all-powerful Goddess and more a trusted voice of reasoned second thought that you wish most Primarchs had.
Also, I'm thinking of changing the spelling of Phoneix's name in a later chapter to Fenyx, like the hero from Immortals Fenxy Rising.
The theme for her Space Marine Chapter will be a Phoenix so if that's the spelling of her name as well it just be Phoenix, Phoenix, Phoenix everywhere until it gets dull.
The word will wear out quicker than Wolf when reading a novel about the Space Wolves.
Please leave any comments, critiques, questions or censures you have as all are appreciated.
Thank you.