//------------------------------// // And Sigmar sayeth // Story: I am the hammer. The edge of his sword... and unfortunatly, the partner of a purple unicorn with wings. // by ThatRarityIsaSpy //------------------------------// Calling the palace a place of untold splendor, grandeur and perfection would be the understatement of the eon. The impossibly beautifully polished marble floors, the solid gold statues of Slannesh and other mortals, the flawless mosaics of.... stuff. While Twilight allowed herself to be filled with awe, Draigo only looked ahead into the long hallway that would lead up to Slannesh’s throneroom. This is all fake. Every bit of it. There is no beauty in the finest creation, if it causes any form of unhappiness. This.... this place should be burned.....not awed at..... Would Rarity be impressed or what... Twilight thought as she looked at the decor... and the.... workers? Most of the daemons here were dressed not to unsimilar to a housemaid or a butler... many of them were even mortal... those who had lost their souls to Slannesh. Another fate worse than death that lurked in this hell..... hidden as a beautiful place of everlasting joy. “Stand aside.” Draigo said emotionlessly at the two daemons guarding the throneroom. “Foolish mortal.... you do not give us orders!” The Grey Knight made a slight hand motion, and slammed the two daemons into each other, before tossing them onto a heap at the foot of a pillar made of silver. “And you do not stop me from my quest.” Draigo replied as he grabbed Titansword, ready to smite the doors open. “You sure you want to do this?” Twilight asked. “You know... I heard it’s really dangerous in there.... The Emperor said he wouldn’t be disappointed if we returned emp....” “Be quiet. I will return to him with what we know, even if I am not in one piece... and we will lock chaos out of the universe forever, even if I don’t get to see it happen.” “But he said if anything threatened our liv....” “You were willing to go this far too. No point in turning back. If you feel like it, go home. I don’t see how you can be of use anyways.” “Well, I’ve never!” Twilight pouted indignantly. “I am staying!” Damn it. “Then... here we come.” The doors were struck open. “Welcome....” ______________________________________________________________________________ “I see you have another task for me.” Rogal Dorn said entering the throne room of Terra. “What shall it be?” “It’s going to be a difficult one nevertheless.” The Emperor said, dressed in his artificer armor, ready to kill. “You are aware that I’ve sent Draigo and Twilight to give me information regarding what Khorne is planning?” “Aye. I’ve heard the two are going to go storm Tzeentch’s fortress, and then somehow get him to let those two speak to Fateweaver...... like he’s going to tell the truth.” “A believable lie, and what will happen.” The Emperor said. “Fateweaver isn’t the only one who can gaze into the flow of time.... unfortunatly.... he’s the only one who can get the most accurate image.” “But accuracy or not, sometimes things never turn out as they should.....right?” “Yes and no. Fate has it’s machinations.... but fate... good, we will leave it be. Lest it spell misfortune, we must do all we can to beat fate.... or better yet, to cheat it.” “I see...... I suppose this will be regarding Sanguinius and Ferrus Manus?” “No. Not at all. Many millennia ago, before you and your brothers were born, fate took away a being with power that easily rivaled my own, and worse yet, was on our side of this conflict. She was also the one who gave me the basics on how to create life. Her knowledge taught me how to create the geneseed for the astartes legions, and the genetic template for you and your brothers.” The Emperor stopped for a moment to order the custodes out of the room. They didn’t need to hear this. “Her name is... Galaxia. By all rights, she is a C’tan. Yet she was born much later, and had no interest in destroying life, rather.... creating it. We both had an agenda, good thing both of ours matched up correctly...” “So what are you saying?” “You know, my original plan was to invade the warp, and destroy the dark gods one by one using my power and the power of all our pyskers.” “With all due respect, that is a bad idea if I ever heard one.” “I know it is. But how were we going to destroy our sworn enemies? The dark gods? What was the only way to ensure they’d never return to blight the universe again? We already have way too much problems. Orks, Dark Eldar, Tyranids, Hrud.... etc.” “Galaxia taught me how to truly a life. A death that could have been avoided was always a death in vain.” The Emperor said contemplating at the past. “I have no intentions to leave billions dead on a death or glory crusade. No.... I have an idea. We’ll lock the chaos gods out of our galaxy... but to do this... I’ll need to bring Galaxia back.” “So.. you want to revive a god?” “Yes... but Dorn, I need you to perform a very difficult task, one that will test your very humanity. There are many planets that deserve punishment.... many governors who are corrupt and lived on the suffering of others, many evil men who kill for pleasure, many who have sold their souls for power, at the expense of others... round up as many as these men as possible.... if possible, there are even entire planets containing such vile beings....” “What is your plan. Just tell me.” The primarch said rather annoyed at this point. “Galaxia will need to feed off of souls to properly return. Find me the unrighteous... their places of dwelling... and their souls. But whatever planet, whatever hive city you may come across.... if there are 50 righteous.... I will spare that place.” “What if there are 40?” “Then I will do it for the sake of 40.” “But what if there are 30 righteous?” “Then I will do if for the sake of 30.” “What if 20?” “Then I will do it for the sake of 20...” “What if there are ten beings.... still noble and pure?” “Then let it be done, that I will spare billions of devils for the sake of ten righteous individuals. You are wondering why we don’t move them? This plan must be kept a secret. No one must learn of it. Only you, me, and your brothers.” “What of Celestia and Luna?” “They already know. Now get to your task Dorn. I would like to tell you, it’s not easy to decide who lives and who dies when their your own people.”