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"HELLO BROTHER."
Horus turned and saw Angron standing in the doorway, flanked by a pair of World Eaters in terminator armour. "You? I was expecting more impressive guests."
"GUARD THE DOORS," the loyal primarch ordered his sons and without question the duo stepped back and closed the entrance. "FATHER IS ON HIS WAY. I ARRANGED FOR HIM TO BE TELEPORTED SOME DISTANCE AWAY FROM YOU."
"Let me guess, you want to try to reason with me?"
Angron gave him a blank look.
"Ah yes, I had forgotten. So why did you ensure that you reached me first?" Horus asked mockingly. He drew his sword, a daemonblade as long as he was tall. The weapon screamed in bloodlust as it detected Angron's presence.
Horus' brother stepped forwards. "FATHER WOULD PROBABLY TRY TO REASON WITH YOU. HE'S TOO MUCH LIKE SERENITY SOMETIMES."
"But you aren't, of course."
"I AM NOT A WISE MAN, BUT I AM A STRONG ONE AND I KNOW YOU HAVE COME TOO FAR FOR WORDS TO CHANGE YOUR MIND."
"So that's it?" Horus chuckled. "You've come here to spare father the pain of confronting me? Do you think I'l believe you could be so 'noble'?"
His brother smiled, baring sharpened teeth. "WELL... HAVEN'T YOU EVER WONDERED WHO WOULD WIN BETWEEN THE TWO OF US?" Angron asked, drawing his swords.
Horus gave his brother an amused look. "No."
Horus yanked at the hilt of his sword to remove it from Angron's body. If it wasn't so horrible, the Emperor might have been amused that the sword failed to move.
"I see my brother seems too fond of my sword to relinquish it." Horus released the hilt and then picked up Angron's remaining blade. "I trust he will have no objection to my borrowing this." He paused as if waiting for Angron to respond. "How generous," he murmured when no response came.
The Emperor spoke a word of power and his loyal son's sword shattered in the hand of the traitor, shards piercing Horus' hands through his gauntlets.
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AN: Another peek into the universe titled 'Heresy and Rebirth'.