Chapter Seven
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"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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Outside she can see the mighty fleets of the newly dubbed Imperium slowly launch from the Luna base. The start of the Great Crusasde would be great with thousands of ships bearing the twenty legions of Astartes created by the Emperor. While Morgana herself is impatient with its start due to her desire that to reunite herself with her lost sons, the part of her that has argued with the Emperor about what they are going to start gives her pause.
It is a pause worthy of its moment after all. Even though they are immortal, she and the Emperor, they never had sat at the front where they were the ones to rule. Sure they may emerge as great generals, brilliant scientists or a man and woman of wisdom, but never one where they would be at the head of it all making the decisions.
This time it's different and this is one that cannot be simply put back to the lid once done. They would be exposing themselves not only to the greater Earth but to the entirety of the galaxy. She has always trusted John since he never led her astray but into this? This makes her really doubt.
He always says it is all for mankind after all. Yet Morgana partly disagree with that. Mankind rose and fell, yes. Yet mankind endured. She doesn't understand the reasoning as to why John has to grab the steering wheel himself. Mankind on its own will rise again. When Rome fell and the known world fell into the dark ages, mankind finds it on itself to light the fires of civilization on their own. They would do so again, so why?
As a golden rule, John has always been tight lipped about his powers of prophecy and visions. He of course knows how much Morgana loaths it and by unspoken agreement, the two of them do not talk about anything related to it. Yet Morgana isn't blind. She knows that the Emperor always makes time to see through the weaves of Fate and see the future of humanity. For him to personally decide that enough is enough and it is time that he personally takes the reins, something in the future must have him spooked enough.
Either way as usual Morgana will follow him and support him as best as she can and at the same time makes sure that he maintains his humanity and give him the kick in the arse when he starts acting like some damned uncaring robot again. The face of Malcador is priceless when he walks in an argument between Morgana and John when John advises that they "cull" off the Thunder Warriors. The entirety o the palace shakes under her wrath at that time.
John cowed efficiently, the Thunder Warriors are now serving as private guards to her self cured of their insanity with a little research on her part. For someone so wise, she can't help but wonder why John is so dumb sometimes.
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The Imperial Palace
John has never invested into a memorial ground for the Imperial Palace. He has always believed that it would be a place of life, luxury and grandeur. Death has no place on it. It would serve as a beacon, a model of prosperity to the budding Imperium of Man. What better way to serve than its capital as the very thing that can be found faultless? She has agreed then in her vanity with what John spouts. Thus the Imperial Palace comes into being, a golden caricature of humanity's triumph, an enduring symbol to the ages that the Imperium is both proud, rich and strong, full of life and purpose.
"Oh how the Irony," Helaena thinks to herself as she stares at the white obelisk that reaches to the heavens. It is plain white in color almost twenty feet high and commissioned to be built for her here at her orders and behest.
The gardens are the private area for her and John before. It is their place of recollection and where they can be themselves away from the prying eyes of the masses. Now it is just her here, and those that she allows to enter it. Of course in the past ten thousand years, the caretakers and the Custodes sanctifies the area making sure that it remains in pristine condition in honor of their fallen Master and their lost Mistress. Now it is In use again with the addition of the Obelisk that their Empress orders built.
The Obelisk is simple in design all white, but the names written on it are in gold
"Horus Lupercarl, Konrad Curze, Sanguinis, Ferrus Manus, Mortarion and now Magnus. I've lost six sons in this depraved and evil galaxy, four even before I awakened and two by my very own hands," Helaena thinks to herself looking at the carved names. There are twenty slots for the Obelisk, twenty names to be carved on. Death after all would always take its due no matter how long. The question simply is if they would be carved after the Fall of the Imperium or before it.
"No matter how much we try to escape it, Death comes to all," she humms mentally to herself as she touches the names of Magnus and Mortarion.
Even now her heart feels as if it is being stabbed as she takes in the names of her sons that passed away by her own hand. Deep inside her heart she knows that it is necessary for the sake of billions more. Chaos tears out everything that makes a person who they are and replaces it with a hollow shadow full of hate, greed, twisting everything that makes a being into a parody of a monstrosity of what they are. Sure they may still be retain a bit of their original personality only more twisted and vile that those who know them would barely recognize the true person they are before.
"I'm sorry my sons that I failed you. I'm sorry that I am not there when I needed you all the most. I am also sorry for the names that I will add in a few more years," she mentally whispers touching the smooth stone where the names are carved. Killing the sons that she lost would be a mercy for them. Deep inside when she finished off Mortarion and Magnus, she can see their souls being freed thanking her for finally letting them rest and awakening them from the nightmare that they have been cast into. For those that have fallen to chaos, it would be her last and final gift.
"Just as death intended it to be," she thinks to herself remembering her duties as the Mistress of Death. She's not a perpetual like the Emperor or other immortals, no. Her immortality comes with her contract with Death. She would not be bound by the curse of time but she would be destined to hunt down those that try and escape the hands of death. Even if she tries to ignore her mission, by nook or by crook, they would intersect with her path one way or another with the intent to kill her or the ones she care about.
A cold wind blows and Helaena shivers pulling the shawl at her bare shoulders closer. Immediately a warm body presses to her keeping her warm. She does not need to feel the magnificent mounds pressing at her back to know who it is.
"Are you cold my Empress, maybe we should get inside?" the alto voice of Inquisitor Lilith Abfequarn of the Order Hereticus.
It has been five weeks, five weeks since her little duel with the two of her sons that damaged her a lot which is saying something. Like all during the Golden Age of Technology, Helaena has self-repair nanites flowing all over her blood and body. She also has her bones changed to be strong as steel and her organs having extra therapy that would make them durable and not squishy. Everything about her has been upgraded from her nerves, sensory outputs, reaction time and brain chemistry. The Golden Age of Humanity is one of wonders and Helaena has not been idle in taking part of it. She is a superhuman in Aphrodite looks in today's standard and add her powers to the mix and you get an extremely lethal superhuman. Only the Emperor trumps her in well, everything power wise. Only in control does she beat John, he never has been the most patient of sorts unlike her,
Unfortunately even her upgraded state has been forced to the limit fighting off two Primarchs. It is not surprising that she takes such damage to herself. Even Helaena has expected that the fight won't be easy with Magnus. She doesn't expect Mortarion to be there also and it takes all her concentration to keep herself together as they tagged her back then with curses, messing her insides a lot. When she is brought back here at the Imperial Palace it takes the medicae a few hours to realize that her body heals itself. Of course they boost it as best as they can as they cleaned her. That honor fells to the newly arrived Sororitas Group that has been formed in her name, The Order of the Ardent Light. There are many more formed for her honor but is the Ardent Light that arrives first here at Terra to join the Indomitus Crusade. Suffice it to say a very panicked and confused Helaena awakes to an entire chapter of young women praying to her even as she lie naked in bed covered by white sheets. She also smells like a rose after being scrubbed in perfume and bathed in milk and petals. If not for the fact that she's making herself aware about this new galaxy and its customs, she might have freaked out. Instead she lets it be and allowing herself to be clothed and dressed while acting in an official and magnanimous manner that would have made Gulliman proud.
She hightails it back to her room though the moment she is free before letting the AI's check her. Everything is alright with her body, the broken bones slowly repairing and the damaged or torn off organs slowly regrowing again. Being hit many times by curses however messes up her nerves and skin a lot causing her to have issues in feeling warm. Of course it would repair itself but a lot of the nerves are gone and the nanites are prioritizing more important work, thus she has to find an alternative for her heating problem.
She makes the mistake on voicing her issue out loud to one of the medicae when she responds to his question during a check-up "How are you my Empress?" and she answers "cold". Long story short they bugged her so much about her coldness that she is forced to tell them that her powers are healing her but she her body is not producing enough heat. A longer story cut shorter and the medicae panics so much about her state of health that the High Lords of Terra got involved and her sons also.
Nobody bothered to consult the Techpriests since their answer would be to "change it to the machine". The Administratum might have offered to summon the best and the brightest of medicae all over the Imperium if not for the Empress voting them down. The last thing she wants are doctors and druids poking and prodding her while getting an eyeful (not that she minded). Her sons are also running around like headless chickens in worry. Gulliman snaps more times than she can remember than his entire life combined these past five weeks.
In the end it is one of the Astra Militarum generals who gives an acceptable answer. Find another person to lie with her always to keep her warm until the Empress gets better. Imperial Guard cuddles with one another all the time during cold sieges at the trenches, they would also do the same.
That simply opens another can of worms. While the idea is indeed sound, the big fat question of who it will be remains. There is after all the risk that the one chosen might try to kill her or assassinate her. the argument is so hectic and annoying that Gulliman puts his foot down and practically flat out have the Inqusitor Lilith Abfequarn, the same one that tested their mother for corruption before at Ultramar to be the one that will serve as her companion and warmer. The way he points it out, the Inquisitor is already proven an ally of the Empress and free of taint. She also knows how to fight and an Inquisitor of Ordo Hereticus thus silencing the protests and worries from the Inquisition. She is also very beautiful in human standards and thus acceptable for the Primarchs. The idea that another man except their father touches their mother is an anathema of an idea to them. Suffice it to say if looks can burn then Gulliman would be a pile of ash now thanks to how much the members of the Ardent Light Convent are throwing murderous looks at him. They wanted one of them to be chosen after all.
Now here Helaena is, almost a month past since the death of her two children. The monument is constructed per her request and the names etched and she mourns them as a mother should. Now it seems that her time of mourning is coming to an end. She can feel it deep inside her bones. Her wounds are healing and other than the chill, she is almost fully optimal. She must return to her duties and return to it soon. The Imperium is still divided in two and every day she tarries means the fates of millions are not being looked up to.
"Come, Lilith, attend me," she gently commands the Inquisitor who bows throwing the shawl over their bare bodies to cover them before walking beside her still glued with her arms around the Empress' neck. Her bare bod is still pressed to her giving the Empress of Light the necessary warmth. The Custodes stationed around the garden immediately went into action to fall in behind her.
To say the least, the personal guards of the Emperor are both furious at her and themselves. Furious at her for running off to fight alone preventing them to fulfill their duty; and they are furious at themselves for letting her fall under their watch. Suffice it to say that her retinue guard IN Imperial Territory are now fifty Custodes instead of ten and a hundred OUTside the Imperial Territory. Constantin Valdor has put his foot down and would not accept any compromise about that.
The are halfway through the gardens however when they are met by a very harried looking servant looking ornate in his uniform of gold and silver. Bowing quickly to the Empress despite his disheveled looks, he gulps, either for awe or nervousness Helaena can't identify.
"E-E-E-Emp-p-ress, you-your, sons a-are f-fighting i-in the C-ommand Center," he reports.
Helaena resists the urge to sigh. Gulliman and Dorne has never been the closest but Dorne respects Gulliman's position as elder and Lord Commander. Now what has the two gotten up to that they are trading blows?
"To the throne room we go Lilith. Please do make sure that the shawl covers us both. I don't want to give anyone a free show.
Apparently it is not needed for them to hide themselves so much. The fighting of both Primarchs have scared the mortals away and the wise commanders of the Imperium found it that discretion is the better part of valor as they obviously retreated leaving the two, one in blue and one in yellow to their own devices in punching one another to their leisure. That is how Helaena finds them, Gulliman trying to pull Rogal's mustache off while supporting two black-eyes and Rogal has his robotic fingers inside two of Gulliman's nostril supporting a swelling nose which is starting to go big. Everywhere are fallen papers and stacks of data slates and broken servo skulls.
"ENOUGH OF THIS!" the sudden snapping tone is enough to freeze the two Primarchs who looks guiltily like a kid who has been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
"There I was remembering and honoring your brothers as they were while thinking about the rest. Then I come back and find you here FIGHTING about whatever it is that you are fighting. Now Roubutte get your hands off your brother's mustache and pull that fingers off his nose Rogal. Both of you act like your age for once,"
When ansine grumbling meets her words, she sighs before raising a hand ignoring the panicked movement of Lilith to grab the shawl to cover her right breast before it gets exposed. As it is, everyone stares as a weird looking giant slipper appears floating in the air. For the Inquisitor it is just a weird slipper. For the Primarchs and the Custodes, they flinch hard and in a nano second both Primarchs are on their knees in front of her hugging each other quite enthusiastically and saying sorry to one another.
"Good, now that's done with. What are you two fighting about?" demands Helaena letting Lilith guide her to a comfortable looking sofa strategically placed to where the Empress' Throne would be usually. The rest of the generals hiding outside seeing that the danger has passed are finally starting to trickle in one by one. She notices that some are Sororitas Cannoness while others are Space Marine Chapter Masters.
"Are you fighting about the Indomitus Crusade plans you two?" she asks again making the two nod. A slap can be heard at the side to see a Sororitas glaring daggers at a general who has attempted to peek at the Empress a little too much in her near undressed state. Helaena ignores it.
"Yes, mother, sorry about that," mumbles Rogal timidly. Suffice it to say that the Chapter Master of the Imperial Fist hasn't yet fully got away from her shit list. She has been too weak to give him the verbal smackdown that he deserves but she does listen to his reasons as to why he's been hiding in that Imperial Centurion for so long. To say that the whacking he got with the slippers is undeserved would be lying. Dorn's howls of mercy can be heard all over the Imperial palace as the flying sleepers turns his behind red raw even as he ran around trying to escape. Helaena doesn't accept his decision to go AWOL to everyone since he's feeling sorry for himself.
"Dorn doesn't agree that the Five Hundred Worlds should be brought together back to the fold of Ultramar mother," points out Gulliman immediately earning him a pissed off look from Rogal.
"Father has been very precise that we would not be rulers in any way. You bringing your Empire back brother is like you building what you are before you joined the Great Crusade,"
"Everyone leave," the command of the Empress is simple but it is not in any way less firm. At a look from her, Lilith also nods in acquiesce wrapping her personal shawl around her bare body before making sure that of Helaena's is firm before she left last.
"I will be waiting outside," she simply says making the Empress nod as she closes the door behind her.
Now sure that they have the room for themselves, Helaena pulls the shawl closer around her shivering a bit. The sudden loss of Lilith's body warmth is promptly felt by her own.
"Mother-" Gulliman begins obviously seeing her distress but he shuts up as she raises a hand.
"You two are brothers," she begins shivering a bit. "You are supposed to SUPPORT one another not argue one another. Worse, you two have a fistfight in front of EVERYONE. Do you know how bad it is to both your images,"
"Mother-," Dorn tries to cut but Helaena drones on ignoring him.
"You are both sons of the Emperor, last inheritors of a great dynasty that your father built and you are also the last hope of mankind. Yet you two for the past ten thousand years seems to have failed to grow up, yes!" she cuts both protesting mouths ready to interject. "Like children! Rogal I know you and Gulliman have your differences but in this dark and damp galaxy full of horrors, you have to trust each other at all times. We are all that remains of our family and we cannot afford to be divided in any way, am I understood?"
"Yes mother," both Primarchs mumble shuffling their feet. It would have looked funny watching the two giants being chatted out by a woman smaller than them but with everyone gone, no one can see.
"Now Rogal, I know that you are a stickler for details and I admire that you still remember your father's edicts and rules that he set upon you and your brothers," she rolls her eyes at the puffed out chest that the walking banana is doing. "Yet rules are meant to be bent when needed so. This is not the Imperium that both of you left. It is not sustainable in any ways. This Indomitus Crusade to be launched would be akin to the Great Crusade that your father launched before. It would eat a ton of supplies and the Five Hundred Worlds can provide if it is united,"
"But-," Rogal begins only to be silenced by a raised hand.
"Your brother is already regarded in Messianic awe there and I would that his image not be tarnished. The more people believe in you, the more they are willing to part with their posessions and service for the greater good. In fact I advise you that above all else, make sure your reputations remain squeaky clean as you embark on this Indomitus Crusade. You are sons of the Emperor and many would consider you deities already. Make sure that your weaknesses do not appear in any shape or form. Publish your victories for it would bring hope and would bring many more to your cause, your failures you cannot hide, call it as teaching moments while appearing wise. Many will doubt you for failing but with your statuses, if you call it a learning session, they would take it as law in their hearts. When you have doubts or troubles, turn to your brother or to me. Never break confidence with even those you call your sons. The last thing that you need in the current state of our galaxy is for the people you lead to see you as fallible. Am I understood?"
"Yes mother," both Primarchs nod.
"Good," she sighs as another bout of coldness rips through her body. "For what it's worth, I am glad to see something familiar from a time I thought lost. Rogal, I am happy that you are here. Your brother might have been mighty comforted that I am also present and well but it is better that he has someone he can call a brother especially in this trying times,"
"I am glad to be back also mother. I would not have it any other way and Roubutte needs someone to talk about his good old touchy feelings eh?" he chuckles, his deep voice almost grating though one can see a pink tinge at the Ultramarines' Primarch's face.
"How are you mother?" asks Gulliman, his face turning to one of worry. "I hate seeing you sick,"
"It is one of passing Roubutte and one that will be gone in a few weeks with some rest," she waves off. "I am sorry however that I would not be able to come with you during your first steps during the Crusade. Whatever you two do, make sure that you always keep each other's backs alright?"
"Yes mother,"
"Good, then tell me more about your plans before you discuss it with everyone else and maybe I can help,"
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Region Unknown, Segmentum Solar
The sound of space breaking a desert planet can be heard as a hyperdrive exit appears dropping the Daedalus Class Cruiser, the Eternal into the atmosphere.
"Commander, ready your troops for planetfall on the coordinates given to us by the Empress. Your mission is to find the cryo chamber mentioned in your mission parameters and extract it without it being damaged. Please be advised that Feral Orks are present all over and you might encounter some company,"
"I understand Captain Stevens," down at the hangar, Clone Commandos in dirty white plastoid armor are preparing , checking and rechecking their bolters and spare hotshot lasguns before boarding their drop pods at the aircraft bay. With a final thumbs up to the engineering guys, they made themselves comfortable as the tone beeps.
"Commencing Drop Sequence in Five….Four….Three….Two…..One, Commencing PlanetFall," With powered hisses, the drop pods slide through their routes dropping at least twenty of them in the area around their target. This world is a scrap world full of broken ships since time immemorial and the orks that live here are feral and wild, not seeing truly anyone to fight other than themselves.
With powerful crashes, the adamantium pods pierce through the hulls of forgotten ships, their doors kicking in shoving the Clone Commandos out. Feral Orks in the area congregate towards them with screams of challenge and the desire of a good fight. Bolters exploded in action ripping through unarmored bodies like piñatas exploding them. Clone Commandos are efficient compared to their regular counterparts. Modded to be bigger and stronger with faster reaction times, they are courageous and intelligent. Every shot is measured and every attack accounted for as they cover one another. Orks explode in a variety of ways until none is left.
"Shadow Company move out, estimated time to target five minutes, we search for the cryo pod, we pull it out then we call for evac! Move! Move!" the entire twenty man team moves in unison cutting down any overenthusiastic orc who gleefully joins the fight. It is not long for them to reach a dust looking cryo pod barely seen through the rictus of debris of fallen ships.
"Sensing power and life signs inside Commander, Cryo Pod secure," the medic on their team reports after fiddling with a bit of wires at the back.
Shadow Company we hold here and wait for evac. No orc will get past us and deny the Empress her prize. We protect the Primarch and make sure that the cryo pod be brought in the evacuation gunship at all costs. Do you read me?"
"We read you sir! For the Imperium! For the Empress!" the entire squad choruses out as they get into defensive positions. It does not take long for the rest of the Orcs to arrive through every nook and cranny, drawn in with the promise of a fight.
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Imperial Palace Terra
Evenings are usually the times when Helaena can well and truly be alone. Putting the arms of her bed warmer to the side, the poor Inquisitor does not make it during the love making. Lilith Abfequarn has been unable to help herself but be a little touchy during their first night together. Helaena is only too happy to reciprocate if only to feel alive. The Inquisitor is beautiful and perfect just in the right edges. She never mentions her trysts to her sons and more than once she can feel the questioning looks of the Custodes.
Seriously? Did they really think she would keep herself celibate for John only? She and John loves to sleep around during the golden days when they are still incognito.
Still tonight is something that she needs to update herself with the going ons of the Imperium. With her current state, she can't go and search for her sons either to help them, hamstrung them in the right way (like she did with Rogal Dorn, seriously where did she go wrong with that child? Magic Pain glove? What the hell?), or kill them like Mortarion and Magnus. Either way she knows already that with the death of two Chaos primarchs, chaos must be in disarray. A lot of their plans just went down the drain and already she can feel the weaves of fate moving. She can also feel the rather annoyed and disapproving presence of John through the Astronomican. Apparently he is VERY NOT pleased with her stunt on taking on Mortarion and Magnus at the same time all alone. Well, screw him, he's stuck in that golden chair of doom by his own hands.
Until her body finishes repairing itself, she is stuck here at the Imperial Palace. But that doesn't mean that she can be without help. Going to her study and shivering a bit, she wraps herself in blankets before sitting down to see if her orders are carried out. Already she can see that her orders regarding tractors, seed drills and other mechanized machines that have been used since the golden age of technology be sent to the Forge Worlds at Imperium Sanctus to be built and distributed to Agri-Worlds. She is still unable to wrap her head that majority of the Agri-Worlds farm by hand and not by machine. They don't even have farming techniques other than the basic idea how to place a crop correctly. So much potential wasted ever since the Horus Heresy. Now she has to make sure those machines and new fertilziers including tech priests actually get to where they need to go without the mumbo jumo that is politics coming into play. The AI's would take care of that and alert the nearest Inquisitor about greedy planetary governors hampering the survival effort.
Agriculture is the backbone of every house, of every city, of every country, of every world, of every galaxy. Keep a man fed all year round and he would happily be loyal to you forevermore. Part of Helaena wonders if the reason why the Imperium has so much rebellion is because too engrossed they are on the war effort that they forgot about feeding the little man. Ground up Sawdust Ration Bars, what the actual F-!She really wants to know how they all come down from daily food supplies to this Ration Bars from the Great Crusade.
Either way this new wave of agriculture would be the first of her gifts to the Imperium of Man, the Empress' Blessing, she will call it. To invoke the faith once more of those who live below the radiant parapets of the steeps of hives and the downtrodden. It would be a reminder to them that the Empress also cares for them and remembers them. With this she can aid in the stabilization of Imperial Sanctus. The less rebellions the Indomitus Crusade will have to stamp out, the more time they will have to focus on more important matters like kicking out aliens and dealing with Chaos warbands who feel as if the galaxy's theirs.
A small beep at the side of her personal data slate makes Helaena smile this time for real as she reads the message. The Second Legions Primarch will walk with the rest soon enough. She wonders how will Rogal and Roubutte will react to a new family member especially one that is so different?
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Great Crusade Memory: Mother's Day
Mother's Day is probably one of the most hectic days of the Imperial palace just because the Primarchs try to outdo each other with the gifts every year. While it is indeed touching for Morgana, it creates a mountain of work for the Administratum (who has to triple check everything) and Custodes who has to manage everything for the presentation. After all it is a pomp and loud ceremony that requires the rather personal touch of the Emperor's Bodyguards, each of the Primarchs specified it on their letters very well.
Today's Mother's Day however seems extra extravagant since the Primarchs try as usual to outdo each other and someone got it into their heads to make a bet whose gift would their mother like the most.
Leman Russ has sent an entire litter of direwolf puppies (which got out) causing the Custodes to hunt down the rather aggressive pups all around the Imperial Palace. A screaming Malcador has to be pried off from five of them after they try to gnaw his beard off.
The Khan has sent a beautiful motorbike made from ancient technology found in one of his campaigns, something that the Tech Priests has to check first since it apparently has sentience of its own. It happily drives off into a cliff when one of the Priests attempt to ride it to check.
Ferrus Manus and Vulkan has sent a replica of a volcano hand crafted by their own hands obviously. The damned model still has bits of their skin on it.
Roubutte of course ever the caring sun, and quite used to having a mother have sent crystal flowers that capture the light of the rising sun giving it an ethereal auroric thing is he sends a truckload of them giving extra work to the servants on where to place them all over the Imperial Palace much to the consternation of their father having his golden wonder have another color.
Lion sent a beautifully crafted gun alongside poetry that he wrote himself. It is actually quite nice and rather normal, though it is obvious their mother detests the gun gift.
Konrad Curze and Corax sends a "list" or rather a naughty list containing all the sneaking secrets of their other brothers. The legions almost go to war after the rest hears what the two has done.
Alpharius and Omegon sends food, apparently the two forgot that the long trek from wherever they are back to Terra will spoil it. Flamers have to be ordered to the Imperial Kitchen to set fire to the rotting feast.
Mortarion and Perturarbo as usual forgot about Mother's Day and their gifts, a beautiful dress wardrobe which looks like it has been liberated from the nearest wife of a Planetary Governor and sent in haste.
Fulgrim sends a beautiful picture of himself as the model smiling like a saint which is as usual creepy.
Horus ever the dense and the worst at sending gifts sends rocks, beautifully polished from wherever he is.
Long story short, Gulliman won the gift giving and his brothers would watch jealously as he is pinned a star for being a good boy.
Sanguinis would be scolded for forgetting about Mother's Day. Everyone shakes their head at him though. He is daddy's boy through and through. Everyone knows that .
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Omake the Horus Heresy Lasting for a Minute
"You stole power from the gods and lied to your sons! I will save this galaxy from you father or else, watch the galaxy BUUUUURRRRNN MUWAHAHA!"
A small ring makes Horus blink as he pauses his evil speech before taking off a data slate from his slate. It is a reminder: "Dinner at Mother's tomorrow" Meatballs with Roast Duck from the Planet Ferman, he almost salivates from the idea. He has been waiting for this for the entire year. If he goes on becoming all evil and stuff then he would miss this.
Chaos or Food? Hard choice. The answer is obvious.
"Ahhh! Forget conquering the galaxy, I'm going to mother's and get some of that nice cooking of hers. Horus mutters loudly before turning to his legion and shouting that they are with the Imperium again and that they are all invited.
NO more Horus Heresy! And thus comes the Second Golden Age of Mankind.
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Author's Note: Hi guys so another chapter is done. I've got some free time so I have been able to write. Plus this is 6k Words only. Hope you like it. I've added some family time and rest from all the battles and stuff. Hope you like this pause from our usual explosions and boom.
Please review for I enjoyed reading reviews and its my inspiration to write more. I bought the entire Dark Imperium Series books just to be able to be updated about the Dark Imperium and its current state. I think I've just saved Macragge by having Helaena punt Mortarion to nothingness early.
Yes, the Primarch of the Second Legion has been found, or rather been refound and it is someone whom or rather what you guys would never expect.