Few memories could ever make an Astartes look back with regret and even fewer memories could ever make a Primarch even have such feelings, unfortunately, this was one of said events. For a week his brothers and sisters simply watched over the machinery, then they came, at first, it was one or two, then a few and suddenly there were hundreds of thousands of them.
Conrad can still remember hearing the various recruits of the other guilds calling their elders for help in pushing back the mutants, even if they were completely outnumbered a thousand to one they held their ground and claimed the lives of thousands of mutants.
Yet try as they might the children simply lacked the numbers and skills needed to win against the animalistic abominations, soon one by one the adventurers began to fall, then his brothers and sisters fell, blinded by rage Konrad tore the mutants necks killing them where they stood, arms, legs, tentacles, eyes, Konrad spared nothing and no one.
Even as the mutants fled, Conrad chased after them and hunted the beast far into the darkness of the hive, so blinding was his rage, that even as the voices in his head became screams, Konrad could not hear them the only thing he wanted was the death of every mutant.
Had it not been for the starlight that tore thru the darkness of the world Konrad was certain that he would have been lost to the madness of his rage.
A tear ran down his face, as he remembered seeing the starlight bringing back his family from their bloody graves, they had proved themselves worthy and had become Adventurers.
That day for the first time in his life Konrad Kurz let out a cry of grief, that was so filled with joy that made those who heard it, laugh as they cried.
A warm hand and a right hug did little to stop his cries, even as his mother held him tightly, komrad could not help but cry of joy, he believed himself to have failed them, to have failed his family and as a direct result, they all had perished.
Year's layer his sons would grow to have the same bonds with one another and its for this reason that demons are so despised by them.
Still, as the weeks passed and technology was discovered and repaired Konrad could only watch as the darkness of the world was pushed back revealing the metallic-like ceramic walls and ceiling.
A combination of machines, magic, manpower alongside human abilities made each floor fall into the control of the adventures faster than the ones before it, unfortunately, as each flood was taken so did the voices in his head become louder
One day when the voices became far too much, he finally relented and told his parents what exactly was going on with him.
His second mother and his second father gave him a necklace that he wears to this day, it was nothing more than a necklace that held a blue feather, a pink gem, a small dagger and a leave commonly used for medical purposes.
For the first time in what seemed like years, the voices were gone.
Still, the world had changed plants brought in from the other world working alongside water purifiers and artificial lights, had brought back life into the now dead parts of the planet, long dead lights now reactivated showed corridors long forgotten that held datapads that no one knew about.
Yet in all of this Adventurers can never do the same thing over and over again, lest they get bored and ultimately abandon something they no longer care about and yet this is precisely what happened.
Perhaps it was fate or something far darker, but for whatever reason, everyone decided to return to their homeworld dismissing the reclaimed planet as good enough for now and no need to rush things.
They would never know about the events that would take place years later and why Konrad desperately made sure that they never would and why the people of the world would grow to call him the Night Hunter.