The Imperium's resurrection

The year is 285M43.

Magnus stirred within his silver palace, the Tower of the Cyclops on the Planet of the Sorcerers within the Eye of Terror. For many millennia now Magnus stayed still and vigilant within his tower, scouring the warp for information and lost knowledge. Rare for him to leave or commit any deeds aside from the ancient piece of knowledge for him to learn when he learned of their supposed location. Magnus unconsciously did so perhaps as a self means of torture or punishment to himself for his past actions. He knew he never meant to commit such atrocities, he never did such out of sheer willpower or anger against his father or the Imperium. But what was he to do? His sons were barely distant echoes of the soldiers they used to be, cursed by the dreaded flesh change Magnus later discovered was created by tzeentch. Magnus struggled to come to reality about the past and obsessively wandered the immaterium for something, he never really knew what or when to stop. But Magnus tried to save his father, his empire. Why did that mean so little? Even his brother Russ waged a crusade against him and his sons. He never got along with Russ with how rude and reckless he could be, but did that mean he hated him or wished him to die? Absolutely not! He still loved Russ and would help him in any way if he ever asked. Russ certainly made fun of Magnus while teasing and bullying him when they were younger for being red and a psyker. No, even his other brothers took part in such revolting things. Why? Their father was a psyker, not just a simple psyker. The most powerful in all recorded history. Lorgar even worshipped their father as a god, which Magnus could understand the reasonings, but such an act was revolting. Why did their father allow Magnus to be bullied simply for being something he was born as, something out of his control? For being the same as their father? He learned that each primarch had degrees of psychic abilities but almost all of them never understood what their abilities were. No thanks to their father refusing to even teach such things to anyone of them. Of all things, he never understood why he was so heavy against psychic abilities. Ironically, he soon learned the reason why, after being tricked by such a thing. No, Magnus was not only tricked by a Daemon, but he was also tricked by a chaos god, by his now unwanted master tzeentch.

He didn't even know at that point that such a horrific being existed, let alone four of them. Why did their father leave them so ignorant of such monstrosities. If we were supposed to lead humanity and protect them, HOW IN THE WARP ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO THAT? WHEN DON'T WE EVEN KNOW WHAT TO WATCH OUT FOR? LET ALONE HOW TO KEEP THEM AT BAY?! Even Magnus felt heavily betrayed by his father, as he was sure his other brothers, dead or alive, felt the same. HE CREATED US! FORCED US INTO HIS DESIGNS! FORCED NIGH IMPOSSIBLE JOBS UPON US AND GEARED US FOR ENDLESS WAR! JUST TO LEAVE US IN THE DARKNESS WITH THE MOST IMPORTANT KNOWLEDGE WE COULD POSSIBILY KNOW?

He was barely a father, even Malcador who Magnus had great respect for was a better father figure for the primarchs. Despite his ancient age and rusty skills of caring for others, he knew at least what to do for most situations. Magnus could always tell when Malcador was angry at the Emperor for his uncaring or simply non-existent emotions. Was the emperor unwilling to care for his so-called sons? Or were the Primarchs simply just tools for him? Nothing more, nothing less? Did he believe such a thing was below him or was he incapable of such a deed from the very start? No, nothing about it made sense. Even his brothers knew just how special and favored Horus was to the Emperor. But why did he pretend like the 19 others didn't exist? Or weren't important enough? Russ was the Emperor's right hand, his so-called Executioner. But that did little to change how Russ was treated or talked to. Horus was picked as war master, almost purely because the Emperor favored him. Horus might not have known that, but every other brother did. Many hated Horus more now, especially their father for such a choice. Sanguineous was the most social primarch but his skills for such intense strategy and crusading were not his forte. No, brother Lion El' Johnson or Roboute were the two best primarchs to pick as the Imperium's war master. Even his fellow brothers knew such truth, but his father simply ignored or cared not. Was it ironic that who would betray the Emperor so greatly was his most favored son, Horus? The one to kill him? In all the furious planning, strategy, and paranoia, why did the Emperor never imagine such a thing to occur? Did he imagine Chaos would never attempt to do such a thing? Magnus could tell not if his father was blinded with ignorance or uncaring for such things. Did his own sons having fallen for Chaos mean so little to him? Or their basic survival?

Magnus knew he was lucky that he was raised with actual parents, despite their oddities, they at the very least cared deeply for their adopted son. Not many of Magnus's brothers could say the same. When all his brothers were found and brought back into the Imperium's fold, the emperor simply ignored their state of being. WHY?! It should have been so obvious how messed up many of his brothers were with how dramatically their personality and attitude changed. Even Magnus, who spent his life with his nose in a book, could notice such details. Did the Emperor just not care, if his splintered tools worked then that was enough? Many of his brothers who were ruined, scarred, tortured, and raped soon lost their minds, unable to cope with such things and obsessed in devious things to fill that black hole of a void in their heart, as if that would right such wrongs. Fuck, they barely even knew that much about their father in the end. He was as emotional as a robot and a literal tyrant with do or die demands everything be done his way. Did he ever take the time to think about the consequences of his actions? No, Magnus doubted such a thing he might do. But now their father was dead in every term expect his bound soul. Magnus nearly puked at the thought of the imperium the way that is now, how his father is worshipped so furiously. He never hated his father; he absolutely hated the many ways his father handled things and his general distrust and extreme paranoia even in his own sons. But Magnus never would want to kill his old man, let alone his other brothers. But his father's actions certainly misfired back. At such a point, Magnus wanted very little, let alone anything to do with this universe anymore. It was too much for him, so he wasted his time wandering the warp, keeping his mind off such emotional topics. If anything, his regret was slowly killing him. He had thought of just vanishing within the deep warp, not even the chaos gods dared to venture in there far. He might just be lucky to find something to end his pitiful existence. Who knows, the warp is mysterious that way. Magnus pulled his existence back to his body and left the warp. He was exhausted and walked back into his private bedrooms in the hopes of taking a nap.

After getting comfortable in his own bed and resting for some amount of time, his warp senses were getting hit by something massive! Usually, his dreams consisted of watching the ever-flowing waves of the warp, sometimes perspectives of ongoing scenes on planets he knew not the name. But apparently not this time, no. He found his astral avatar to be inside some incredibly dense forest. Yet no sounds were made or could be heard. Looking around and finally down, Magnus saw something that irked his response. A young human boy with clothes to match a homeless beggar. The boy seemed to be mutilated, covered in countless deep bleeding scars. Despite the appearance, something was certainly off with this boy. Was it a chaos entity fucking around with Magnus? One of his sons perhaps? But Magnus knew not, the young boy remained a mystery. Until the boy's eyes were blindingly gold, Magnus had a bone deep feeling of who but wouldn't imagine such a thing to be true. The boy pointed at Magnus as he floated up to match Magnus's height as Magnus kept his eyes glued to this boy. The boy spoke," Lost son, Magnus the Red of the Thousand Sons. I came here to deliver a message." Magus frowned and said," Who in the blazes are you? A Messager of tzeentch? Or one of my vile brothers? Regardless, I do not care for your words. Leave now before I expel you out and tear your soul apart!"

The boy shook his head and firmly said with a louder yet stern voice," I am your father, at the very least a shard of his original psyche. The original shard has many words it wishes to impart upon you. I was informed to tell you that it would speak to you in person, within the palace you called home. It explained that this is a favor to it, that the choice is optional. But if you decide to ignore such an offer, regrets on the sides of the coin will be left unsolved. Forever.

Magus yelled out,' Prospero was MY HOME! MY FAMILY! You have no right to make such a claim! YOU SENT MY BROTHER TO KILL ME! YOU KILLED MY REAL PARENTS! FOR ALL OF THE WRONGS YOU HAVE ACHIEVED, YOU DO NOT DESERVE TO HAVE YOUR REGRETS LIFTED! DIE IN ANGUISH FOR ALL I CARE!" The boy lowered back down to the floor and promptly ripped his left arm off. Magnus was startled and was taken aback. The boy dropped the arm, blood gushing down the boy's body. The boy sighed and said, "Yes, I imagined that this would occur. It has informed me that it desperately wishes to speak to you. It is pleading for such a chance…Is it crying? Magnus, It begs for your presence and has offered that if you dislike anything it wishes to say, you may kill him. Please."

Magnus was speechless, utterly. He had no idea what to even say, that his father would promise such a thing or begging to speak to me? WHY? WHY IN TZEENTCH'S BLUE BALLS WOULD HE WANT SUCH A THING? NOW OF ALL TIMES? WHY DIDN'T HE WHEN I TRIED TO WARN HIM ABOUT HORUS? OR WHEN ILEFT FOR PROSPERO? Could he dare to hope for something better to change? Or would he just go there to rub it in his father's face? Taunt his eternal tomb? No, Magnus knew not. For all his knowledge and millennia of experience, he did not know what to do or expect. After some internal speculation, self-dialogue and thinking, He looked back at the boy. Magnus firmly said," Fine, but I do this not because he's asking me to nor you. I'm doing this for me to see the decrepit state my *father* is in. Boy chuckled and said, it matters not why. Only for what you do. I'll open a portal to the palace for you. Before you continue, I know you can teleport. But blindly jumping to the palace would kill you due the countless wards set up. My portal is a backdoor." Magnus scoffed and said," Fine, I'll go along with your little charade. The boy began chanting in a surprisingly unknown language to Magnus and soon enough a massive dark blue portal appeared. You could fit a castle through it if you wanted to! Magnus stepped into the portal but felt nothing. Numb to any kind of feeling for a split second before reappearing in real space. He immediately fell as the teleport warped him into the air. Whatever the hell that was, he did not enjoy it. He braced himself for the fall and landed on a massive table. He groaned in pain as he hit his head hard against such material. He immediately heard gasping and screaming but was confused. He began to look around after assuring himself his body was whole. All Magnus could utter was,' Fuck. Magnus was regretting his choice already as he landed on a table. Not just a basic table, no of course not. Why wouldn't he just land on the ground or a regular table? Or a damned couch. Of course he had to fall on a table, surrounded by fucking Custodians! Every single custodian already had their halberd guns trained on him ready to fire. He had landed on a strategy hologram table within a large meeting. Of course, things could never be so simple. Could they? Magnus sighed once more and just slammed his head back down against the table in sheer disbelief, and perhaps a little bit of anger. Magnus just grunted and said,' Just shoot me already custodians, I'm already regretting just coming here." But the custodians did no such thing, they kept their weapons trained but did nothing else. Were they expecting him to be lying? Or waiting for him to move?

Quick and yet quiet armored footsteps could be heard coming closer, and he heard the meeting room door quickly open with a deep stern voice saying loudly," Damn it guys, DON'T FIRE! Our emperor invited him to be here! Did you guys not get the blasted memo?! Some other custodian chuckled and said,' We were in a meeting brother, not at our terminals." The First voice then said,' Fine, guess we'll need to get some terminals in here then. You guys need to ALWAYS have access to them! Apologies Magnus for the warm welcome, thank you for restraining your power against my comrades. Please come with me then." Another unfamiliar voice spoke up and said," Brother, he didn't even threaten to kill us. He had asked us to kill him instead!" Magnus sighed, still staring at the ceiling, and said," Can I just say I didn't even want to be here? This is honestly embarrassing for me.' Laughs erupted from countless custodians before Magnus just said," You know I could kill all of you effortlessly, dare I remind you custodians are powerless to psychic abilities? I honestly found that it was always odd why Father made his elite bodyguards susceptible to the warp. Did he just not care about you as well? Just obedient tools for him to use?" The first voice spoke up and said," I'd take that as a threat Magnus but thankfully I was told to expect such a reaction. That may be true we may be just tools, but we have loyally served our lord since our creation! That's more than I can for the failed primarch batch. As a retort, I could always just call in some sisters of silence to dampen your psychic powers. I'm sure that would be fun for you.' Magnus laughed deeply and said,' I like you, very few would say such things and I honestly can't disagree with you. For earning my respect, I'll follow you and leave your brothers alone. I won't even give them bad nightmares." Magnus chuckled after saying that, stood up and jumped off the table while following the larger Custodian standing by the door. If his memory was correct, that unique armor set. This must be the Captain General of the Custodians Valdor if he still lived. The two quickly left and Magnus followed the Captain General through many nigh infinite hallways, just as frustratingly long as he remembered. He even had made it a game with Corvus every so often of hide and seek within the palace. Dorn would always be the first one found and to lose, why did he think a tall barricade would be the answer? Sanguineness couldn't hide if his life depended on it with his massive wings, always giving himself away so easily. We'd often see his wings and pretend we didn't see him to give him a chance. Vulkan was too damn tall and couldn't hide anywhere. He'd always just stand out in the open encouraging the seeker. Jaghatai cared not for the game, he'd just sprint around like crazy, and no one could catch him. Hilariously he almost always won. Come to think about it, where the hell was Dorn anyway? I've never heard any news of his death and Roboute was the only loyalist primarch alive trying to keep the dying imperium alive. If his brother was still the same before that damn war, he'd give him major respect for doing such an insurmountable task.

Magnus continued following him for hours until they reached the dreaded massive golden gates, his father's tomb. The captain general stopped and said,' This is as far as I go Magnus. As much as it pains me, I've been told to stand by here and only allow you inside. Please do not make me regret this decision. Magnus shrugged his shoulders and said,' I'll try not to I guess.' Magnus opened the monstrous sized gates and walked in after closing the gates behind him. He walked further in and saw what had become of his father after all. A literal rotting corpse hooked up to an unimaginable amount of ancient technology on that damn golden throne. Memories of what his father looked like and now, this was just a god's damn nightmare to look at. Magnus did a double take when a large chair appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the room, close to his father. Magnus softly whispered,' No, no…. no no no, this can't be real.' Magnus walked towards the chair and sat down, surprised how comfortable it was despite his wings and armor, while admiring the chair's architecture.

He waited a while after sitting down, for what? No idea, but something was going to happen. Almost on cue, Magnus's senses were being shocked, all he could was a loud banshee like wail increasing in volume per second. Magnus's eyes widened when he realized what was happening, how in the warp was he accomplishing this? Father's corpse began to move slowly, one limb at a time as the body bulked up in size with the sounds of ancient bones creaking and cracking with every move. The large red eye lens on his father's skull lit up an ominous bright color, like father like son huh? The body began to stir more and move around on the throne as if he had just woken up from a long nap. Magnus was being assaulted with just how immense his presence was, it felt like Magnus was standing next to a sun! Fuck, was he always like this? The skull operated on its own without muscles yet did so anyway as it opened and spoke with the same strong voice of his father when he still lived,'' Magnus, I'm thankful you decided to come here." A small portal with a myriad of swirling countless colors appeared close to the throne and what popped out, almost send Magnus mad. All he could hear before he nearly blew a gasket.

" Alritey then, WHERE IN THE HOWLIN FUCK AM I?!"

Okay, before we get into Chapter 2, I wanted to get some info out.

I'm not an experienced writer nor have I read every 40K book. I have read some and other sources, but I am learning more of the lore to use.

This story isn't strictly cannon, there will be some slight differences, so I warn you now, so people won't have a heart attack.

This story will be a long one and my material has it looking to be 100+ chapters long. The story is expanded from several perspectives that soon crosses each other with major multiple plots throughout the story. So, if you like long stories, this one is for you. I am working on keeping a balance of wholesomeness and grimdark for the story.

Okay, that should be it for now, back to the story.

Magnus jumped out of his chair in rage, Russ? Leman fucking Russ? How in the warp are you even here?!" Magnus flew into his battle stance immediately knocking the chair over with his hands out, coiled lighting swirling in one hand and a bright mini sun in his other hand. Magnus roared as he charged his spells to attack Russ. Leman Russ had sat up from the floor absolutely bewildered at what was going on. Russ quickly stands up as he laughs and howled as he pulled out his Frost blade Mjalnar from its sheath. He taunted Magnus as he said," Back for more Cyclops? I'll break your spine again!" Magnus fell for his taunt and the two lunged at each other. Russ dodged Magnus's lighting storm spell breaking apart the floor, but Magnus hit Russ dead on with his fire ball. Russ roared in pain as his already ruined and scratched armor quickly melted against his skin and onto the floor. Russ fought through his pain with sheer willpower and slammed his blade deep with Magnus's thigh, bypassing his armor. Magnus cursed Russ and began charging a massive fire storm spell that could obliterate Russ to ashes from his short distance. Magnus immediately felt wet, and his spell charge failed. Why was he wet? He wasn't bleeding that badly already, was he? Russ with some unknown force, was pushed with unimaginable force away and across the room and hit the wall, hard enough to leave a sizable dent. Magnus was confused and looked around, the ground was destroyed certainly with blood, scorch marks and lava quickly cooling. He placed his hand down and realized he was in water? Magnus stood up with difficulty as his leg bled more heavily as he moved. Only a small scratch and he's had worse but would impact his walking. Magnus stood still, stunned as Father ROARED out,' STOP!" Magnus did not understand why, but his instincts screamed at him to obey. Magnus chose to follow his own instincts and stood still as he held one of his hands on his thigh, slowly repairing the damage with a dark blue mist emitting from his hand. Russ seemed to have hit that wall harder than I thought as he could barely stand. A glowing bright light congealed around Russ for a few seconds, was that Fathers? Apparently so as Russ shook himself awake and stood up, resting on his blade. Magnus heard a deep chuckle and looked back at the throne as father said," Magnus, did I not make a rule of no fire spells within the palace? I swear I taught you that millennia ago!" Magnus lowered his head, seemingly embarrassed. Yes, he knew that rule back when they were found. But why did he act like that was still an established rule?

Russ groaned as he examined the room he was thrust into more closely. Russ simply cried out,' F…Father?" Russ couldn't believe what he was seeing. It HAD to be a trick. He's been in that accursed warp for so long! Chaos gods were trying to break him even further. It had to be, no! None of this could be real! This was almost too good to be true. But Magnus was here, why in the all-father's sword was he here? Was he on this deception too? Or the cause of it? He felt like he was truly back in real space, his exhaustion and hunger had hit him like an Imperial Knight's stomp. But that voice, that glowing warmth! None of this made any sense!

Father sighed and said," Enough of my sons are dead, please do not try to kill each other anymore. It breaks my psychic heart to such things. Please Leman Russ, Magnus the Red. Do not attack one other!" Magnus's eyes widened as he realized what Father just said and Russ nearly fell from his words. Magnus used his psychic powers to alters the floor's time back to before it was destroyed, removing the many blood stains and scorch marks. After doing so, Magnus warmed himself, drying off the water from his body and hair.

Russ yelled out,' What is this? A trick!? I will not be deceived by a daemon, NOT AGAIN!" Two large wooden chairs materialized in the middle of the room. One was the same chair Magnus accidentally destroyed and the other was covered in iron sword decorations with a large pelt hanging off it. Magnus laughed and said," No daemons here brother, just me. Father invited me here and you as well. It's best we sit down yeah?" Russ scoffed and both primarchs sat in the two chairs. Father smiled, well as best as a skeleton could and said," Good, We've got two more guests on their way." Russ looked at magnus, hoping he might know. Magnus just looked at him just as confused and shrugged his shoulders in response. The giant gates began to open from the loud sounds they both could hear.

Magnus looked back and was surprised to see such. Magnus may be a warp entity now, but his heart could only take so many surprises. Magnus chuckled as he realized who had just entered the room, none other than Roboute Guilleman. Funny enough Magnus loved to tease him by calling him blueberry considering the basic color scheme he chose for his chapter. Roboute was still in his full body armor and cried out," Good, I finally made it here!" Russ had looked back as well and looked closer to see that Roboute was alive! How in the warp did he survive his fight with Mortarion? Wasn't he put on life support? Such thought didn't mean he wasn't ecstatic that he was alive, Russ was just overwhelmed with seemingly impossible things occurring.

Roboute moved towards the chairs, and he saw who was before him. Magnus the Red, and Russ? He had no idea what was going on, but they weren't fighting so he should stay collected then. Roboute walked closer to Magnus and said,' So two of my long-lost brothers are here? What in the world is going on? I received an emergency Memo from the Captain General stating that I NEEDED to go to the golden throne." Roboute examined his brothers, who certainly looked to be in bad shape, especially Russ with his all but destroyed armor but they seemed to be just as confused as Roboute felt. Roboute looked up and simply just stared at what he saw. It was a like dream, an illusion of the highest caliber. He saw his father's corpse, no longer so decrepit and still as he always was. The corpse seemed bigger, with the arms moving and the skull slowing moving and that glowing red lens staring at them. Father laughed as best as he could and said," Worry not Roboute, I know your meetings are of the highest importance. I would not take you away for something trivial. This meeting has been required for the longest time and I'm just glad to have you three here. Please, have a seat." A thick ebony wooden chair appeared between Russ and Magnus and Roboute moved to quickly sit down.

Father held his arm out and pointed a bony finger down to the ground and said," And our last guest to join us." None knew what to expect when a large glowing mist began to take shape and swirl around from where the emperor pointed. The mist soon dissipated, and an almost transparent ghost grew into a form. Russ, Magnus and Roboute completed each other sentence as they cried out,' What the fuck!?" Standing, or perhaps floating in front of them was none other than Sanguinius. Sanguinius smiled, flexed his wings outwards and softly said," My dearest brothers. It is so very good to see you." Magnus's mind raced, trying to understand how this was possible. Even Magnus felt it to be a dream.

Father smiled and said," To answer your perplex questions my sons. It pains me to say such things again, but Sanguinius is dead. But his soul thankfully survived. Horus failed to do that in the end." Sanguinius chuckled and said," Indeed father, when Horus killed me, I thought that would be the end of existence. But apparently with how the primarchs's souls are created, our souls upon death are pulled back to our creator. Such a reality does not apply to fallen primarchs as well. I've been with our father since then and unfortunately forced to watch our Imperium, our goals rot and decay. I'm pretty sure I've been the one thing keeping father sane all this time. Did you know we could play Regicide psychically? Because apparently that's a thing and I'm, what? 857 billion wins to your 52 trillion wins father?"

Father bellowed a laugh and said,' Ah, more like your 1.3 trillion wins to my 6.2 trillion wins. And yes, you've certainly helped me keep sane with such infinite madness our galaxy seems to thrive on." Magnus had to ask and said,' I don't understand this whatsoever. How is our father displaying such emotions? He was more akin to damn robot back then?! What is this? As glad as I am to see such things and to see Sanguinius, I am at a loss.' Sanguinius smiled and said," Yes, you are correct Magnus. I learned this only a few millennia ago but father apparently broke his soul with 20 splintered shards. One shard for each one of our Primarch brothers. Each shard held a certain personality and special talent that was given to each of us back when we were in our incubation pods. We were quite literally designed to be what father had set as his goal. For your questions about his emotions. Father deemed his emotions to be a burden only to hold him back and broke it off as a shard and planted that as mine to be my soul. I'm quite literally father's emotions and charismatic side if you want to be blunt. When I died and my soul came back to our father, he regained his emotions after some time. Splintered shards heal slowly when they're introduced back to the original."

Father smiled and pointed directly at Magnus and said," Magnus, Excuse me while I go grab a gift for you." The three brothers looked at each other in confusion and Sanguinius simply smiled, as if he knew and father's corpse simply rested back to how it's been for millennia. Some small talk is said to pass the time, but they simply uncomfortably waited. Perhaps a few hours later, Magnus began to glow brightly. Russ barked," Damn it Magnus, can you wait to do magic till later?" Magnus frantically looked around and said," The fuck? I'm not doing anything! I don't even know what's happening?!" The glowing mist around Magnus grew in size and thickened until neither of the brothers could stand looking at such sheer brightness. Nearly a minute later, the mist violently explodes and shakes the entire palace while the sound reverberates around them. Just as violent as the mist exploded, it immediately vanished from the room with no trace of what had just happened. Magnus checked himself for any problems and anomalies. Nothing felt out of place, but his stomach seemed to be roaring at him.

Magnus grunted and said, "What, Why am I hungry? I haven't required food since I became a Chaos prince." Sanguinius laughed and said," Brother, that should be obvious." Father's corpse stirred once more and chuckled as he said," Yes Magnus, Sanguinius is correct. Your soul, the shard I made for you so long ago is rightfully back inside your body!" Magnus yelled out," My soul? My soul that tzeentch stole? How did you even do that?" Father laughed and said," Oh, so no thank you? It wasn't easy you know. I had to fight that tentacle monster tzeentch for the soul. Honestly, he has too many eyeballs for my taste." Magnus felt like someone just swung a Taurox at his face with such realization. He yelled out," YOU DID WHAT?! YOU FOUGHT TZEENTCH?" Father only smiled and said," Sure did sonny boy. Though, we did fight in a game of chess. Apparently, we both find the game pointless as it's barely realistic with so many hard coded rules. He finds such things hilarious, so I beat him badly, we ended with 384,916 wins me and 216,375 wins him. And yes Magnus, you're not a daemon anymore. You're a human again, or as much as a primarch can be."

Father spoke up and said," Yes and that brings many things to say and questions to answer. The very least my sons deserve to know. At the time, I did feel my own emotions to be a burden. I was overwhelmed with love for my sons, I cared and loved you all, all 20 of you deeply. But sending you out to be leaders of humanity, each an aspect of me was too much for me to handle. I thought it would be the best for me, for all of us. I had created this imperium from scratch committing many atrocities, all in the hopes of leading humanity properly. I was supposed to be invincible, infallible, and confident to the farthest regions and against the worst monstrosities possible. Humanity is a weak and susceptible race I must admit, but I failed to uplift them or control them so they would thrive. I've made many, many mistakes over my past lives. I've personally killed many of my own sons in the past. My own emotions, I could not deal with anymore and cast them out to Sanguineous. When he died by Horus, his soul cam back to me and my emotional state hit me hard. I couldn't kill Horus in such a state and had to cast my emotions away again. Horus died by my hands, another son slain, and I was too slow to save myself. That is the logic that I lived with but it's no excuse. I was not a good father; I've honestly never been for so long. I believe that was due to be trying to remain distant so as not to be too attached. I wish my other sons were here to hear my words, but I truly am filled with sorrow with how I treated all of you. None of what I did was okay, and it hurt my sons, it broke them and led to some dark paths."

Father sighed and said," Sons, I've been alive for a very long time. Almost too long it feels like, but I've apparently learned little in the ways of being a father or a good leader. In all the sheer stress and paranoia, I dealt with thanks to Chaos, I became even more blinded. I did not see reality as it was and that was something I did not know how to process. Malcador the Hero, my oldest friend picked a great deal of the slack I was unable to handle. But none of this justifies what I've done and for that I truly am sorry for what I've done and forced upon you all. You've all suffered greatly thanks to me, more than I can realize. To further my point, I've been alive since the 8th millennia. I've lived countless lives until I realized and accepted my true purpose. That I am a chaos god, the human god of death and order. I was born or really created by the Old Ones as an anti-measure to shepherd Humanity and destroy Chaos. By the time I realized my own self, I had arrogantly failed to truly save Humanity. I never created my own realm within the Empyrean, where human souls would be collected and saved. I had refused to be a god, as my own beliefs would be saying that I am the same as the chaos gods or the Elder Pantheon. Such things were truly repulsive to me, and humanity suffered and are punished for my mistakes. I've failed to do what I was tasked to perform but I won't let my sons fail any further. I cannot let anything worsen at this point, it's why I want you all to work together and save not just the human race, but the other struggling Xeno races too."

Russ almost choked on his tongue and said,' What? You'd want use to save those puny xenos?!" Father nodded and said," Yes, my son, I do. The Eldar are a proud and arrogant race, but they're far less stubborn since their fall. When I was alive, I was friends with most of the Eldar. They're surprisingly a lot like us even if they love to appear wise and mystical just to mess with us. They value honor far more than most people realize. You may like them Roboute, of that I'm sure of." Russ looked to his right only to see Roboute blushing, almost like he was embarrassed? The frak was Father on about?

Father chuckled and said," You guys can talk about that juicy subject later. Back to the point, Eldar are not our real enemies. The Dark Eldar sure, with their lust for mayhem and torture because it gets them hard. The Necrons are pompous assholes but the vast amount of them are mostly all bark and no bite. They're not in any real state to conquer the galaxy as I've watched them repeat endlessly. The T'au are adorable but extremely naïve. Their exiled empire, the Farsight Enclave has a good leader and you'd most likely be able to work with them as an alliance. They're not the worst xenos alive and certainly not the best, but they all have a common enemy with us, the Orks, Tyrranids and Chaos. Remember my sons, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. We can't fight on all fronts with every faction and expect to win. Other than that, I have some important tasks I must impart. There are more of my sons, more primarchs to find. Dorn, I know not where he is, but he is alive. I last felt his psychic echo somewhere in the galactic core, but that was many millennia ago. Jagatia Khan should still be alive, if I remember correctly, he left in a hurry into the Web way to find the Drukari. As it was a shock to me, but Fulgrim is alive." Magnus frowned and said," Yeah, he's a Daemon prince these days."

Father sighed at Magnus's basic response and said," I am aware of such but no, that's not what I mean. There is another Fulgrim, one who hasn't fallen to Chaos." The three sons cried out,' WHAT?!" Sanguinius coughed to grab their attention and said,' Yes but uh, father forgot to mention that this is a clone, a near perfect one at that. That one Necron, whose habit is stealing historical objects and whose name eludes me is rumored to be in his collection. Oh, and please find Vulkan, his horrible habit of just vanishing for god knows how long is terrible." Russ chuckled and said," Well, looks like we got our hands full then. But I'm not even sure how we would do that? Not even the Elder have the common knowledge of using warp gates anymore, right?" Father continued," Yes, it will be challenging, I do not doubt. Roboute, I'm aware of your ties with the Eldar and I have a task specifically for you. The Eldar for some times now, have been struggling to summon their god of the dead, partially no thanks to the Imperium. Seek the Ynnari Faction, look for Farseer Eldrad Ulthran, tell him I sent you. He was a good friend before my death. Help him rescue Isha and birth Ynnead fully. If you succeed, everything will change for the better."

Their father groaned in pain as he softly said,' Seems like this is the extent of what I can do for now." Sanguinius's form began to flicker numerous times as father's words began to grow more sluggish and less stern as he said," Hmmph, my connection is waning here, Sons, I will not last long on this golden throne for much longer, the sheer strain is shattering my soul. The throne must be FIXED for my revival. I've… used too much of my strength to appear and talk to you, my sons. Sanquinious and I will…watch over you, my sons. He began to rapidly deflate and regress in size. He cried out loudly as his voice began dissolving into silence," I LOVE YOU…...MY SONS!" Russ shook himself awake as he felt his father's immense inferno like presence vanish from the room. For once in his life, he felt the gnawing cold take over his body.