Chapter One

"Let us sing then and let us sing together,

Of golden palaces and forests of winter gossamer.

Where weapons crack amid powers of Lightning and Thunder,

The Emperor of Mankind and the Hands of the World's Potter,"

-Snape Snivellus Severus, Royal Minstrel, Great Crusade

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Cold, that is the only feeling that she can feel as she stares at the ruins that is Hogwarts. It is the year of 2019 of the year of the world. The priority of the magicals throughout the world has always been secrecy ever since the Witch huntings by the Muggles. In the 90s it works very well with the world struggling between a balance of Industrial Age and Modernization. Very few people would notice if a man disappears and those that do, tend to chalk it to little more than their fanciful imaginations.

With the rise of twentieth Century however, it all changed. Smartphones became a thing and the governments have tighter and stricter control on their populaces. Cameras are also everywhere from business establishments and local homes. Internet is prevalent and so is the sharing of information. It is near impossible for odd things not to be noticed, and the wizarding world is anything but odd with its archaic and backwards thinking mentality.

First it's rumors as more and more wizards and witches get caught using magic or interacting with magical constructs that lead them to the wizarding places like Diagon Alley or Silk Street. Cameras and phones record them and of course, come the skeptics, theory makers as to the strange events that been caught in the lenses of a camera. It doesn't help that wizarding apparel is weird compared to the norm of modern society making them even stand out more.

In the end it is inevitable. Surprisingly it is not the wizarding world's secrecy efforts that lead to its demise, no. Generations of being degraded as secondary citizens with only a little higher compared to talking animals and you get a lot of Muggleborns angry at being laid off compared to their half-blood or pureblood counterparts. Add the fact that since they can't find any work in the real world after seven years at Hogwarts, they are forced to basically have the work of House-Elves at the magical world. All it takes is for one of them to spill the beans to the world's only superpower and then you get a cascade of testimonies and investigations.

The result is this, the Silent War or as the Muggles call it, Operation Dark Knight. In one unilateral stroke, governments throughout the world after years of coordination strike at the wizarding world toppling it in one day. Millions are dead as covert operations target wizarding houses and central places of gathering. Now the wizarding world is gone forever with the remnants going into deeper hiding. She, herself is only spared the rod since she is beaching at the Bahamas enjoying her immortality as the Mistress of Death.

Now who is this large bastard poking around Hogwarts blazing with power bigger than Voldemort and Dumbledore combined?

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Atmosphere Above Macragge

"FIRE!"

"FIRE!"

"FIRE!"

"FIRE!"

Corrupted Chaos Cannons blaze out their darkish red lasers from their frontal bows as they dish out their punishment altogether at the small ship compared to theirs. It is enough firepower to take out even the Phalanx should it have hit. Even down below the planet, everyone can see the red plasma shot from the Chaos fleets combined towards their hated target who is literally oozing with the power of the Anathema on it. The best their corrupted Captains and leaders can devise is that this small ship must have a relic, a table, a spoon or even a cup from which the blasted Corpse god of the Emperor have personally drink or eat from. As it is they watch in baited expectation as their beams slowly and slowly reach their target.

They expected an explosion or at least a small indication of it. With that amount of firepower thrown at one puny target, it should have been vaporized to nothing or at worst, have some little debris flying around where it was. What they didn't expect is for the multiple lasers shot from their ships that connect break apart like the sea would on a stone upon contact on what seems to be a transparent shield made of energy that surrounds the craft. The energy leftovers disperse upwards, downwards at the sides, all repelled by the small ship which looks puny compared to the giant ships that they are handling.

Meleus, Blood Cannon, Wrecker of a Hundred Ships snarl inside his command throne of the Iron Crown. The Emperor Class Battleship once served as an Expeditionary Fleet's main ship during the Great Crusade. It was lost in the Warp two hundred years later after the Heresy after its Warp Drives failed blowing it into the Immaterium where its crew was then massacred by Daemons. Now Meleus, former first mate serves as Captain after pledging his services to the Blood god. His reward for his betrayal of the Imperium is to be the Captain of the Emperor's Halo now rechristened and tainted by the forces of Chaos.

"Reload and fire again!" he snarls through the vox, making sure to take note to execute the corrupted cogboys for obviously doing something wrong. Nothing in this wretched universe can suffer a direct fire from the Iron Crown and live to tell the tale.

Once more the front lances and cannons of the entire ship rumble to life as the powerful engines spit out their powerful ammunition, all once more aiming to take down their stubborn foe. So insignificant and yet so annoyingly irritating like a fly that simply refuse to die.

"This time…..this time it will be gone," thought Meleus Blood Cannon trying not to show his wincing through his features. Being so near to this relic of the Anathema is fully messing with his senses like the point of a drill being put into his head.

He watches as if in slow motion, the powerful lances once more make impact. His gleeful anticipation however cracks as he realizes that the result is as the same as before with nary a scratch on it. The same ethereal silver energy shield that surrounds it is once more present, like an annoying bubble between his prey and him.

"Captain, detecting energy levels rising from the small vessel," one of his crew reports though Meleues does not need him to inform him of it as there in front of him, the vessel is spewing what seems to be golden things. Each is like a seed with tentacles on it and they are small, barely the size of a man each (Imagine a glowing octopus by the millions).

"What the hell are they?" one of his crew hisses though Meleus ignores him. The pain inside his head is increasing as those things seem to mass together before shooting towards him and the rest of the Chaos fleet with abrupt speed like a mass of piranhas that could sense blood in the ater.

"ALL SHIPS! PREPARE FOR ANTI-AIR FIRE! DESTROY THOSE THINGS!" he roars out through the vox to the rest of the fleet. Already the pain inside his head is nearly cracking his skull in two. The same aura as that of the Corpse god is present on those things. Whatever they are, they would be extremely lethal to him and his fleet if they ever make contact. Already he is thinking that the Corpse god worshippers must have acquired a vial of his ten thousand year old piss and have "blessed" those weird things with it.

Explosions once more rock on the void as macro cannons and gun turrets of the ship attempt to take down the mass coming at them like angry bees. To the horror of Meleus even more, the ammunition of the small ship seems to have come alive as they weave through the barrage of tungsten corrupted shells like preys would to a predator. Sure some are hit but they shake it off like a wolf would with water before rejoining their brethren to charge straight at the Chaos fleet.

"KEEP FIRING! KEEP FIRING!" he screams out shrilly in the vox even as those drone like things impact to the nearest ship, a cobra destroyer that is also corrupted by Chaos.

Immediately Meleus knows he is beyond fucked. The ship's hull does little to nothing against the forces that assail it. It crumples like tinfoil as the drones ate through it like hungry piranhas, the daemon possessed engines shrieking as they are cast back to the warp. In seconds, the entire ship is separated into twelve different chunks floating in the void. So astonished and filled with disbelief is he that Meleus barely registers that the drones are heading to his ship next. He barely has time to scream as the first of the drones erupt through his bridge heading straight for him. He explodes in a bloody mess along with his entire crew being exposed to the void, their souls going straight to their daemonic masters in shame and rage.

The rest of his ship and the Chaos fleet will follow soon after.

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Below the Planet, of Macragge

"For the Emperor! For the Primarch!" roars Captain Cato Sicarius of the Second Company of the Ultramarines as he bitch slapped a cultist, splattering him in a nearby wall before bitch slapping his friend attempting to charge through the guardsman lines.

His Company have been sent out to help the beleaguered Sixth, Seventh and Eighth who are steadily making a fighting retreat as they try to slow down the Chaos advance. Despite the bravery and the determination of the Imperial Guard and the Ultramar Auxilia, there are simply too many cultists. They are being overpowered by sheer force of numbers even as their grit is enough to be respected by even the Adeptus Astartes in their efforts to hold the line. Right now they are slowly being pushed back towards the Fortress of Recollections even as they make the enemy bleed dry for every centimeter of their charge.

Cato Sicarius at the moment has distributed his men squad by squad to different parts of the trench line as they slowly back off at every minute while dealing the most damage and preventing the guardsmen from turning to a rout. The Astartes themselves serve as walking tanks serving as the bulwark and the vanguard for the lesser Imperials not blessed with the superhuman cheat code.

Even with their support however, it seems that the battle is not going well judging by the chaos all around. It is mid-morning so they can see their enemy and at the same time, their enemy can also see them completely which is not good for the defenders.

A guardsman's head exploded at his side, hit by one of the slug throwers of the cultists. Beside him, his buddies are forming a two line defensive measure with the first crouching and the second standing, unleashing a wall of las fire decimating cultist after cultist trying to jump out of the trench they have just abandoned. The veteran guardsman from Cadia leading the more green squads are obvious, every shot of theirs methodical and precise claiming cultist life after cultist life.

While the defense is indeed staunch, same cannot be said all over the line. Elements of Imperial Guard without Astartes support are slowly being isolated one by one, cut off from reinforcements and cover fire. Those that still remain on the trench they have just abandoned are being slaughtered even as a few manage to get away. One try to stand and fight managing to put down two cultists before his neck is slashed and his guts pierced by a makeshift spear. Artillery continue to fall down like rain, the fire support not stopping even as the cultists cut through isolated guardsmen like wheat, their melee weapons ending loyal Imperials left and right.

"Move! Move! Fall back! Provide cover fire!" barks out Cato Sicarius, his bolter exploding in a maglav of shells that bursts cultist bodies like balloons at every successful shot. His five brothers at his side, also does the same, turning the entire front in a pink haze with all the bolter fire.

"FOR THE EMPEROR!" Brother Jarrus roars out as he hefts a rocket launcher (which suspiciously looks like a gun emplacement ripped off from the ground) before firing it straight to a corrupted Leman Russ oozing blood from its spiked threads. The thing shrieks as the missile breaches it before exploding like a grenade ripping dozens of cultists near it.

"For the Emperor!" a Cadre of Sororitas with white armor and golden trimmings hold their line shooting their bolters at the first few enemies, decimating the enemies front. The counter wild firing of the next cultists that follow kill off three of their number in seconds forcing their Celestian to call out a retreat lest they be overrun. Two stumble off the dune of a sand resulting to their deaths by being speared at the back while the other gets half her face cut off as a butcher's axe swings at it.

Cato Sicarius simply grits his teeth as he sees guardsman after guardsman fell like dominoes. "Brother Jarrus, get that heavy bolter emplacement!" he barks an order in his vox making the Space Marine drop the rocket launcher as he grabs the heavy bolter emplacement with both hands, the machine spirit of his armor whirring as he hefts it. Two guardsmen seeing him immediately runs at his side, dropping their weapons as they carry the chain of bolts that serve as an ammunition to prevent it being jammed.

"Good men," he hears Borther Jarrus complement them before with a mighty war cry, he pressed the trigger.

Hundreds of cultists die as the heavy bolter roars out its rage. Chunks of bodies and meat fill the battlefield and the Imperial line cheers as the pseudo-devastator marine stalls the cultist charge. Unlike a squadof guardsman would, he has no problem hefting the giant gun in the direction where he believes the nemey might mass for a powerful charge, cutting them to pieces. Sure he could not get them all, but it is enough for the Imperials to rally themselves and pour out a palisade of bolter, shells and lasfire turning the rout to a steadfast line.

The reprieve however does not last. Barely a few minutes since Brother Jarrus picks up the heavy bolter, a bloody giant axe goes "whoomp-whoomp" in sound before latching itself at the chest of the Ultramarine in a cascade of gore and blood as he is nearly bisected in two.

"BROTHER!" Cato Sicarius roars out in anger and outrage as Brother Jarrus stumbles once, twice before falling down on his face dead. Turning his face at the direction, he snarls as the familiar Green armor of Plague marines can be seen marching at the middle of their cultist waves, confident in their superiority.

The courage of the Imperials is like a candle blow away to the wind as the wave of cultists once more charged. This time however they are in a precarious position, their counter advance have put them into almost near grips with the enemy. In short, any sort of retreat would put them into horrendous casualties, the guardsman at least and the Sororitas. Cato can feel his hearts go cold as the cultists once more charge even at the large amounts of fire the Imperials throw at them. Already his pragmatic mind can see the end of this fight. He is a second away from ordering his brothers to retreat and leave the other Imperials behind as a rear guard(saving assets and all that, a Space Marine after all is worth more than a thousand guardsman), when it happens.

A pillar of light, golden white in color descends from the heavens slamming like a giant sledgehammer into the very planet causing a huge earthquake that stumbles everyone, even the vaunted Space Marines. As if in slow motion, Cato Sicarius witnesses a human female whose beauty is unparalleled eyes blazing with emerald fire clad in the finest of silks raises a staff above her hand, eve as the neighing of her horse, black as charcoal can be heard from one end of Ultramar to another.

"Hear me soldiers of the Imperium, today is not the day you will die. Now stand as one! For Humanity! For the Imperium!" her voice echoes into every heart, every soul, every ear within the battlefield. Immediately it is as if their very spirits are on fire. Cato like many of the Adeptus Astartes is not a religious man, hailing the Emperor of Mankind as someone to be venerated to the extreme and the utmost one worthy of Inspiration. Yet right now, like the lowliest of Guardsmen, he finds himself screaming hoarse as he charges forward, breaking cover, his sword drawn as he wildly charges the enemy with a fervor he doesn't even know he possess.

As for the lady, she swipes her hand forward, and immediately a wave of fire like a blade slams into the entire front of the enemy lines turning everything in a one kilometer radius to cinders, of weapons, armor and ash.

Taking the chance for the sudden stall of their enemy, the soldiers of the Imperium surge forward into one unbreakable line even as counter enemy fire hits one or two every now and then. None break ranks, none run even as a Space Marine exploded, hit by a tank shell.

"FIRE!" the lady in black orders and immediately the entire front line fires in unison, a palisade of guns that tear deep gouges into the front line. At the back, massive Basilisk Artillery Tanks finally gain traction as they unleash their long range payloads at the back lines of the enemy without fear of friendly fire with their allies now organized. The fear and doubt plaguing their hearts are gone now at the very appearance of what they thought to be a Saint arriving on the battlefield.

That doesn't mean that the enemy is running away, no far from it. Even with the mass fire of the Imperials and the sudden more effective artillery, the Chaos Undivided finally reveal their trump card at this part of the line. A Baneblade which has teeth for treads and a roaring mouth that screeches blood when it fires. With powerful "BOOMS" of its main gun, Imperials explode into bits, bones and flesh all that remains of them.

The lady like everyone must have also noticed the giant abomination of a tank for she points her staff at it even as she sits atop her horse protected by what seems to be a blue barrier that shines every time it is hit.

"FLIPPINDO! DIE MONSTER!" she roars in anger.

Cato Sicarius has seen many things in his long life. Yet this is the first time he has seen a tank do a spin mid-air like a spinning wheel, the daemonic engines vomiting its displeasure before smacking once….twice on the mass of cultists and Plague Marines, flattening them (even Nurgles best can't regenerate being turned into pancake) before exploding in a fireball.

It is the perfect time for the Imperials as their enemy remains confused as to what just happened.

"Come on men! Follow me!" she roars out drawing what seems to be a sword encrusted in rubies. Cato even with being not a psyker can feel the very power emanating from that blade. He almost pity any Chaos spawn who would be the victim of that weapon.

"Follow the Saint!" roars the Commisar standing up first only to be hit in the head, his headless body falling down back immediately. It does not deter the guardsman, Space Marines and Sisters of Battle however to break cover and make a banzai charge at the enemy lines now with scattered ranks.

Counter enemy fire brings down many of them but the Imperials are filled with fervor, the appearance of this lady bringing to them the singular thing that many in the Imperium have lost ever since Cadia fell and the galaxy ripped in two.

Hope.

Like madmen they dive into the host of their enemy, firing and stabbing wildly with their weapons. Those with Close quarter combat weapons draw them and start using them post haste. Those without, begins using the blunt end of their guns or their bayonets to deal the most damage to their accursed enemies without falling behind. Cato Sicarius even see one guardsman shove his overheating lasgun to the mouth of a Felhound making it scream before exploding alongside the Guardsman. Even as they advance, more heroic actions of courage are seen, some even stupidly. A Sister of Battle filled with overzealousness punched a Plague Marine in the face only to scream as she dislocates her arm. She is promptly ended with a bolt shot from the Marine. An Ultramarine (one from his company), shot two Plague Marines point blank before realizing that he is out of shells and primed his entire grenade stash and makes a diver's dive at the group of five Astartes who then explodes at his suicide action. Another Guardsman tries a point to face blank shooting with his lasgun only to get a slug at his face, ripping half his face off.

While all this is happening, the lady who leads them continues her charge, the sword now aflame with emerald fire cutting through the swathe of cultists and plague marines like hot knife through butter. Cato is now fully convinced that she is a Saint. Especially when she sends beams of light right now and then that rips through Plague Marines' armor like wet parchment or her rather inhuman speed. Her speed is on par or even greater with that of Space Marines as she cleaves left and right with her sword, the blade piercing armor, flesh and bone as if they are not there. Those that suffer only nicks can be found screaming their hearts out as they try to claw the wound they have been left with. Her horse bucks and neighs kicking and flailing, flattening cultists left, right and center leaving a trail of broken bones.

"Come on men! Keep up the fire!" the Ultramarine captain encourages as he forces the Guardsman and Sororitas close to him to a line that provides a field of fire at the now slowly dwindling cultists who are near breaking and Cato can't fault them. With clear shots away from allies, the Basilisk crews are having a field day as their juggernaut cannons fire round after round ripping through any armor or heavy emplacement that the Chaos cultists are able to bring to bear.

Fir it's one, then it's two, then it's three. Then before anyone knows it, the entire Chaos mass are making a full retreat and in the middle line, the cheers of victory for the Imperial military resound. Yet everyone's cheers disappear as soon as they start for they realize that the "Saint" who led them is nowhere in sight to be found.

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Temple of Recollections, Macragge

"NO! NO! NO! PLEASE DON'T! ARGGGHHHH!" A Prioretess screams out as a Bloodletter bites through her gut ripping out her intestines with one pull.

"FIRE! Not one step back man! For the Emperor! For the Primarch!" roars Marneus Calgar shooting his twin bolters through a possessed Knight, the amount of Rounds from his Hydra Double Pattern Bolter ripping through the chassis breaking the armor.

"Guardsman now!" he barks out and the weapon emplacement with a lascannon fires its beam right through the hole making the possessed Knight screech its dying screams before it explodes, the debris hitting one of the Chaos Terminators beside it who retaliated with the glued lascannon at its hand towards the weapon emplacement that brought the Knight down. The Guardsmen screamed as they are reduced to atoms.

Roaring in anger, Calgar charges, ignoring the pings off his armor as he body slams the Chaos Terminator before shooting point blank at his helmet the twin Bolters at his fists turning to paste his head. Around the fights can be seen the same as Ultramarines dueled Chaos Undivided forces from Khornish Berserkers to Plague Marines, each is a fight of his own. A couple of Ultramarines from the First Company provide covering fire only to be ambushed from the side of a couple of Plague Marines the first trying to lodge his large bayonet to the blue armored smurf, I mean Ultramarine only to be blocked by his Bolter. The Second one is not so lucky as he fails to dodge or block resulting to bolter bayonet lodged into his chest. A Devastator manage to take down three Plague Marines due to his Heavy Bolter but a Chaos Terminator struck at him with a Power Claw. The first one damaged the heavy weapon whiche uses to block. He is fast though on drawing his combat knife, able to parry the next three claw attacks before he is bisected by the Chaos Terminator.

The attack inside the Fortress of Recollections is quite a surprise in fact. The enemy Thunderhawk have charged through the defenses even as it is ripped apart before crashing into one of the hallways before vomiting a Chaos Sorcerer and his cronies inside the fortress. Before anyone knows it, a portal has been made and the Chaos forces are walking through it. It is only small, but it is enough as Chaos Astartes, not Cultists make their way in.

The Celestian Crusade are being decimated and the survivors are fighting a losing battle even as more enemy Astarte are pouring out. The First Company and the Honor Guard on the other hand are having their hands full trying to stem the tide and at the same trying to avoid and evade the duels of the three Chaos Daemons who seemed to be leading the charge against Macragge against a squad of Grey Knights attached to the Celestian Crusade, survivors of an entire company that went to Cadia to help.

Still the battle isn't going well as they are being forced to fight separately and thus the Ultramarines cannot aid their lesser Imperials who are being torn apart by Chaos Astartes one by one grits his teeth as he is forced to dodge by jumping ungracefully as another sludge from Molech flies into his direction after being parried by a Grey Knight.

Then he feels it, an overpowering heavy presence that seems to press everything down. The sound of horses neighing heavily can be heard in the air and before anyone can turn to the direction of the source. From the largest opaque crystal front of the depiction of the Emperor doing a blessing bursts in a woman clad in the blackest of silks and with hair as dark as midnight. She is barefoot and extremely pale even as shards of glass crack around her from her entrance. At her left hand is a staff while on her right is a sword with red rubies.

Her sudden appearance stalls the battle as everyone turns towards her. In a split second, the chaos forces started screaming, the lesser Astartes screaming their lungs out as they hold their heads in pain rolling around on the floor like children while more powerful ones goes blood crazed, shrieking in an unholy manner as they disengage from the Imperials and start charging towards her.

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD G-,"

"YOOOOUUU SHALL NOT PASS!" her voice is cold, colder than the tundras and the ice caps of Ultramar and heavy like a thunderstorm, pure invoking power that drowns even the rage of the Vagaroth, the Blood Machine cutting him off.

With a powerful slam of the butt of her stuff at the ground, a pure shockwave erupts from her slamming into everyone. Those tainted with Chaos immediately burst into flames even as the three major Daemons shriek in immortal agony as their esssences found their counter kicking them back to the Warp faster than a torpedo. In the end in a span of a minute, all that is left of the corrupted Chaos forces that the stunned Imperials have been dealing with are bits and pieces of armor with the occasional sludge where the Daemons materialized in the real world.

"You! Yes you, Chapter Master. What do you need to win this war and kick Chaos out of Macragge!" she barks out with such authority that it forcibly makes him stand ramrod strait in attention like a Scout during his early days as an Ultramarine.

"We should clear the skies and regain full superiority my lady," he replies automatically standing in attention pose. It is indeed true. Ever since Chaos lands a portal, Chaos flyers have been slowly plaguing the skies cutting off Ultramar Auxilia support away from the defenders as the main chaos force advance to the Fortress of Recollections. With air superiority retaken, the rest of the prepared defenders can come and strike the main enemy forces on its flanks against the main defenders of Ultramar. A pure hammer and anvil scenario.

"Very well," then as if it's just another day, she raises her staff through the broken glass connecting to the sky and a deafening roar follows as massive lightning bolts erupt from its end connecting to the sky before dispersing like chains glowing golden. It roars out its anger like that of a thousand angels before connecting to every Chaos airship and fighter that is a the sky. In the span of seconds, Chaos flyers are falling all over Ultramar and the cheers of the defenders and the now free Ultramar Auxilia can be heard all over the planet as the Chaos forces lost their air support.

"There, now over. Now go and coordinate the defenses. I need to rescue my son and have a talk with him after saving his ass," she declares walking past a stunned Marneus Calgar with his jaw to the floor along with everyone else (Yes, Grey Knights included).

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Inner Sanctum, Fortress of Recollections

A tired looking but completely awake Roubutte Gulliman is panting, his consciousness going in a blur as he devours datapad after datapad of information. At his right side, Cawl works integrating his new armor to his body in order to keep it alive. Apparently despite being put into Stasis, the Chaos poison that Yvraine manages to freeze still remain and his immortal body continue to fail. The purpose of this armor of his is to give his body the needed strength and boost his immunity so that his body can operate as normally as possible (As normal as possible at least being stuck with it with the probability of forever). This is the only way for him to be awake and not being stuck on that stasis like a damn invalid.

Not that Gulliman is wondering if being stuck in that stasis field is any better.

Long story short, the Imperium is not the Imperium he fought for glowing with logic, reason and advancement. Instead it is a rotten carcass full of superstition, decadence and religious fervor, the exact opposite of everything that he, his brothers and his father have striven for during the Great Crusade. It is rare for Primarchs to have an emotional outburst, but right now, right now his heart is slowly being filled with hopelessness and despair and he's already debating fifty fifty whether he should go back to that stasis and pretend that all of this is just a horrible dream and not some twisted misconception of Chaos. Maybe when he wakes up, he would wake up to a reality where his sons are meeting him and a glorious Imperium achieving the fulfillment of his father's dream.

He has never felt so alone in his entire life.

"Do not despair my son for I am here, and you are never alone," a very familiar voice sounds and Gulliman lifts his head from its bowed position to see floating towards him a familiar face, a face that has always been present and the first one that smiles to him when the Emperor's Crusade reached Ultramar, a face that has always been there when he needed it, and a face that he has aspired to bring glory and pride to during the Days of the Great Crusade.

A pale hand touches the armor gently shooing Cawl away who is now face first at the ground in reverence.

"Be healed my son and I will not let this armor be your tomb," the black-haired woman says and Gulliman can feel the chaos taint in his body receding to nothing. He doesn't care about it though. He doesn't care that he would not be entombed on it, no. He raises a gauntleted hand to the hand touching his face gently gripping it to make sure that it is real and not some kind of hallucination in this nightmare he has been dropped in. He would never admit it but he is so scared, so scared of being alone and the last Primarch without his father or his brothers to lean on. Now he is not alone.

"Hi mom," he whispers in recognition to the greenest and gentlest emerald eyes he has ever seen in his entire life.

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Author's Note: Hope you like this chapter. Sorry if the battle scenes sucks. I do not exactly know how to write warhammer fighting scenes. Okay so next up is the journey to Terra and hell to Papa Emperor.

Please tell me possible ways to their reaction to the lady Helaena/ Morgana? I would need advise in your reviews before I jump to the next chapter.

Need advise on Reactions of :

Inquisition

High Lords of Terra

Custodes

Need advise also on the current mind state of the Emperor of Mankind so that I can write their interactions.

Also we will see Kitten next chapter. And probably a lot more Aeldari. By the way is Magnus just shards? So you cant capture him? What is his issue originally against the Imperium other than he was buttfucked by the Wolves of Fenris?