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-previously-
~ being in the presence of this...man...compelled him to serve...but he shook off these feelings, a loud pop and then a host of surprised yelps signaled that the cadians had released their diminutive lord...~
The newly released squads of 'cadians' grumbled and hacked up their stomachs as their rescuers moved among them, the bulk of their number surrounding the winded lord Castallan...as he recovered, Creed spoke with his men and their rescuers, sending a cursory glance at the strangely armored astartes before snapping his gaze to the giant...frighteningly enraptured by the being that was stuck as he had been minutes before...parting his bodyguards, he walked to stand before what he knew in his heart, in his very soul, to be a child of the God-Emperor...a living primarch...he had fought his whole life...killing and banishing traitor, heretics, and the paragons of their infernal masters at the side of countless men and women of the Imperial guard, the gene enhanced angels of death known to all as the Adepus Astartes, the paragons of virtue and faith in the Sororitas...the glory, resilience, and honor of his accolades had built him to be one of the greatest commanders in the imperium since the days of Lord Solar Macharius...and despite all he had accomplished, all he had seen and felt...Nothing, could have prepared him to stand before an untainted son of the Emperor...around him, his guardsmen looked on in awe and reverence...
Adrius was the first to snap out of his stupor, looking over the men before searching for whatever it was that held this giant in place...the guardsmen quickly moved to help him, the device found seemingly just beneath the giant...Adrius snapped his banner poll down on the Machine, smashing it in a shower of green sparks... the man before him stumbled, his warriors collapsing to their knees in a similar way to how he had when he found himself freed...Adrius's focus was shattered when the Goliath of a man snatched him up by his throat...tossing his bolter to the ground with his banner, Adrius thrashed and clawed at the tree trunk like arm of the man, both his warriors and the guardsmen watching in confusion at both the men involved and situation respectfully...
"who are you? a servant of my former lord, or my demented copy? speak quickly, or i will wrench you're head from your shoulders!"
The voice of the man boomed within Adrius's skull, its sanguine clarity like that of a highborn noble compelled him to answer as best he could with his throat constricted...
"Adrius... Solus, Veteran Standard ...Bearer of the third Thunder ...Warrior Legion..."
despite his transhuman physiology, his lungs burned and his sight slowly dimmed...one of the warriors snapped their heads towards him, his baritone voice bellowing from his helmets Vox amplifier "You Lie! The Last Thunder Warriors died before the Great Crusade at the triumph of Arrarat! None survived to see the beginning of the Emperors conquest of the stars!"
The Primarch looked over the man...his ornate but crude power armor, the storied banner, all of this aligned with the knowledge of the long dead conquerers of humanity's cradle...he dropped the gasping warrior...
"Once we are free of this place, you, these astartes, and the humans shall explain how you came to be 'collected' by the xenos..."
Adrius nodded, followed quickly by the others... he gingerly scooped up his banner and bolter as the cadians moved in formation with the strange warriors, the astartes... the one who spoke up against his claim stared at him from behind his helm's baleful crimson eye lenses before taking his men and the cadians to scout ahead for other imperial forces or even a way out of this wretched gallery...
Within the Eye of Terror upon the Daemon World of Callax...
Deep within his palace of pleasure, Fulgrim roared in anger, tossing aside Bile's most recent failure before summoning his traitorous former Chief Apothecary...
"YET ANOTHER FAILURE FABIUS! YOU SAID THIS ONE WOULD SEE REASON!"
The ascendant Primarch glared at the Clone-lord as Bile's 'New Men' dragged the failed corpse from the room in order to reuse its genetic material...
"I most humbly apologize my leige, but you denied all of my requests to make him more plyable to your advices...you wished to sway an unaltered clones of ferrus but it seems to be impossible... if you would just-"
Fulgrims massive tail slammed down, crushing a few body slaves, earning delighted moans from the roving demonette's all around them.
"NO! FERRUS IS TO BE UNALTERED AND HEALTHY! IF YOU CANNOT COMPLETE SUCH A SIMPLE TASK, FIND A WAY! OR I WILL SEND YOUR SOUL TO THE PRINCE OF PLEASURE HERSELF!"
Fabius cringed at the head-spliting volume of his former lords voice, internally he had already grown bored of this charade and simply used the cloning procedure to test his own methods and theories for cloning...but one does not simply deny their Gene-Father of what he desires... he bowed and softly spoke his farewell...
"As you wish, my lord...I will have this next one returned to you by the next solar cycle...as per usual..."
And with that, the Clone-Lord made haste to his vessel, leaving the seathing Daemon Primarch of Slannesh to reimmerse himself back into the pain and pleasure of his chorus of lithe daemons inhabiting his servants...