Son of the True Liberator (4)

Angron could feel the anxiety and tension emanate from his sons as they walked towards into Angron's private and personal room. Now, Angron had been around children - seeing how he's been around many of them throughout his time within Nuceria - and with the way the two soldiers are acting towards him, Angron is reminded of the children who got caught bullying or unintentionally harming someone with their actions or words.

Entering the room, Angron offered his sons seats. Seeing the flummoxed look on their posture made him realize that he's technically their father and he's acting as if they aren't his sons. Coughing to cover up his embarrassment, he nonetheless motioned the two of them to sit, with the two soldiers reluctantly sitting down with Angron sitting in front of them.

For a while, silence dominated the room as the two soldiers in front of him wiggled about with Angron only presenting a neutral look on his face before he sighed, the two flinching at his action.

"I don't know what to expect between us and I'm fine with it." Angron started as the two soldiers stood still, "What I do know is this: I am your father and I shall lead you within the best of my capabilities. In due time, I hope to prove my capabilities to you and to the army that I'm about to lead and that I also aim to gain you and the legion's respect."

Here, Angron smiled before he stretched his hand to the man left of him, "In that regard, may I know the name of the sons before me?"

Angron could hear the soldier gulp before taking his outstretched hand, shaking it very slowly, "My name is Gheer... father. Current Legion-Master of the XIIth Legion."

"And you? What's your name, if you don't mind me asking?" Angron saw the man hesitate before quickly accepting Angron's outstretched hand.

"My name is Khârn, father." Although the man speak rather calmly, his emotions say otherwise.

"I see. Forgive me if I'm being too formal to you, my sons. My father taught me that one must know each other properly to be comfortable towards one another, after all." Angron admitted, as he unconsciously rubbed his head.

"I hope you don't mind if I ask you a rather personal question, my... lord?" Angron nodded as Khârn continued, "I hope you don't take offense, my lord, but how did Nuceria manage to rebuild itself? According to our planetary scans, Nuceria doesn't have that much resources to go about and even then, it doesn't explain the fleet build-up within the system."

Angron chuckled as he turned his gaze to the window, the view of the porch giving way to the denizens below the spire, of citizens free from cruelty and tyranny and enjoying the life that was given to them, "Funny enough, the reason for that is because of my father."

"Your father, my lord?" Gheer repeated, confusion within his voice.

"Yes. My father is an incredible man. Did you know that despite his stature, my father had defeated in combat many times. It was wonderful to see that I have yet to step a gap that I could cross even though I've managed to surpass him in every subject available." Angron recounted as the two marine before him sputtered about.

"M-m-my lord, you meant to say that you have yet to defeat your father in melee combat?" Gheer remarked, surprise intoned within his voice.

"Oh, yes. Surprising, isn't it? I do wonder how my father stacks up to my fellow Primarchs... It'd be a wonder to see, I imagine." Angron mused as the two marines turned their towards one before Angron snapped his finger.

"I almost forgot! Gheer, could you call on every single prominent members of the legion? I'd like to introduce to you something, though I'd also like what I'm about to show to you a secret. Not just to the other Legions, but to everyone barring that of the Emperor. Understood?" Seeing the severity of their Primarch's words, the two nodded with serious intent as the two departed to call for every single prominent leaders of the XII Legion.

"And this is the Overworld, my sons." Angron introduced as the chapter-masters of the XIIth Legion gaped in awe, uncaring of the blistering heat of the Nether as their eyes took immediate notice of the Overworld's surroundings. Despite surviving multiple battles and winning wars in the name of the Emperor, the members of the XIIth Legion couldn't help but feel at awe with how their Primarch found another way of traveling to another planet, without the use of the Warp!

"Angron! This is a surprise! Come to visit your old man, eh?" Angron chuckled as the two hugged whilst the XIIth Legion remained silent, observing the Primarch's father.

"Oh! And this is your sons, huh? Color me surprised when I suddenly became a grandfather." Steven turned to looked at the XIIth Legion before looking back at Angron.

"Can they hold themselves in battle?" The entire XII bristled at their Primarch father's words, but Angron laughed as he slapped the back of one of the chapter-masters.

"Most definitely, father. They haven't seen a single lost against our Guardians and have even managed to make me stumble a couple of times during our spars." Angron's father hummed before letting out a huge grin on his face.

"Excellent. Come! Follow me to the Arena. Time to see if you could hold yourself against me. Hahaha!" His father cackled before equipping his Elytra and flying to the direction of the Arena. Ignoring the gobsmack look on his sons' face, he nevertheless gestured to the cart.

"Don't mind my father. He has a certain propensity to leave unforgettable impressions when it comes to introducing himself. Now come, ride on the carts and we'll walk the rest of the way to the Arena."

"And what's your impression of my sons, father?" Angron asked as the two of them relaxed atop the arena's upper decks, overseeing the newly rechristened World Eaters with half of them training their newly magical powers granted to them by his father, with half of them questioning the laws of this dimension, given how they could fix most of their weaponry via the workshop that his father had created for them.

"After this training, they'll be able to wreck everyone they encounter on the battlefield, I'm sure of it." Angron hummed at his father's words before he snapped his fingers.

"Oh! And how many years did your creator allowed before you start your Compliance?" Angron grimaced upon hearing his father's words, calculating the time needed to re-train his entire Legion on how he was taught by his father and how long he needed to learn much of the Imperium and his role in it.

"At maximum, five years." Angron admitted as his father's eyes widened.

"Five years?! That isn't enough to teach everyone within the Legion of our skills!" Angron sighed as he nodded at his father's words, dismayed by the lack of time afforded to them.

"I concur, father. Yet, my creator demands to have the XIIth Legion immediately back into the field and the maximum amount of time he could afford me was exactly five years." His father scoffed as he returned back to looking at his sons, still immersed in the 'power-ups' that his father had gifted to his legion.

"That's utter rubbish. But, we can't exactly go against his word, can't we. Not without marking ourselves as traitors to the Imperium." Angron could only nod at his father's words.

Despite the flowery words of his creator, at the end of it all, it's a message filled with tyranny, just messaged differently. If given the chance, he would've broken out of this chain that are now imposed upon them the moment he could but Angron knew that patience is needed before he could achieve that goal.

His ruminations were interrupted as his father stood up and he patted Angron's back, "We'll worry about that for later. Now, you need to join your sons while I go and enjoy myself underground."

Angron deadpanned at his father, "Really, father?"

His father cackled as he took out his Elytra once more, soaring out of the open-roof of the Arena and far into the city that now bore his name.

He could only shake his head as he went down to the arena, where his sons are training.

'My father's right. Worry about it later and for now, learn and adapt.'