Primarch redemption

[Saint_Bepis]

Lorgar Redemption Story



Inspired by this song: https://youtu.be/VBJ7moeC770?si=PeB3g8WpW1H1_FhH
I recommend to listen to it while reading
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Enuncia is a subject of great fascination to most who knew of its existence. If one were to peruse the Imperial Archives, they would only be able to find a few instances of it. It was employed during the Heresy to great effect, by both loyalists and traitors. Yet only a few words are used at a time if multiple are used at all. Enuncia has both the power to create and destroy, and some theorize its purpose to be in the creation of the universe. Kasper Ansbach Hawser, used a word against a Daemon of the Lying God and came close to crippling his throat. I will be better than him as my plan demands it. I reached for another sheet of parchment, not one made of skin like I had used so many times but real parchment. I dipped my quill into an inkwell and began to write.

All I ever wanted was the truth. Remember those words as you read the ones that follow. My brother Corax taught me something when we fought last. I will admit that I never believed he could teach me anything about my faith, but when I laid my eyes on him that day I was struck with a terrible realization. All the power I now hold was granted to me by my idols. I truly believed that what I was given was from my own hard work finally being acknowledged in some way. I believed that there had to be a God somewhere in the Universe that must be served. When my Creator landed on Colchis, I felt him before he entered the system. I believed in him both as a God and as a Son, but I was betrayed by him, and he burned my greatest achievement. He was not a God worthy of worship. My new Gods seemed like they were the true gods. They whispered truths into my ears and while they were true, they were laced with lies. My Creator's Kingdom was rife with lies and hypocrisy, but when I stand back now with a clear mind away from the emotions of the moments that drove me away, I can now see through his eyes. I started with the ending of this latest one of my gospels, and now I pen the beginning. I will now tell you my conclusion. Faith is the soul of any person, be it vested in primitive religion or enlightened truth. It is by this faith that a person becomes more than flesh and blood. They become a story; one forged by their deeds serving a purpose to lead by example. They believe not only in some higher power but also in themselves. That is what I have been missing in my writing. For over 10,000 years I have left behind a trail of ruin and misery as I have been missing a fundamental truth about both the universe and myself. One that was not only hidden from me by Kor Pharon but also by the Gods I had sworn myself to. I am Lorgar, the Aurelian, I have found my spine, my mettle, and my truth. No Man, God, or Daemon will ever control me again.

I set my quill down and sealed the parchment into the beginning of my book. My latest work and my most important one. I placed it in an empty reliquary retrieved from the ashes of Monarchia and sealed it. Only one final puzzle piece needs to be in play. I summoned the dark council to my chambers. They followed my orders but I spoke nothing to them. I hid behind them and once the door was closed I attacked. Two members were slain before they knew what happened. Illuminarum crushed the heads of Sor Talgron and Sarabdal in one swing. The others turned but I was upon them and before they could react Marduk had joined the dead. The others rushed me. I dodged between two strikes and brought my maul down on Belagosa. The blood landed in the eyes of Ankh-Heloth blinding him. Erebus and Kor Pharon attacked as one but a blow to the gut knocked my adoptive father down while I knocked Erebus into the far wall with a fist to the face. Mothac came in close and Pharon attempted to grapple me but with a small knife taken from a Callidus Assassin, I stabbed through the Daemon armor and pierced Mothac's brain. He slumped to the ground as Erebus returned a blow to my face. I turned the blow into a knee strike at Kor Pharon who fell on his back; blood pouring from his nose. Erebus wound up for another strike, but Illuminarum rose up to meet his face, breaking it and casting him into the ceiling. Kor-Pharon attempted to scramble away, but my boot planted itself firmly on his chest. I raised my mace high above my head and looked directly into his eyes. He spoke to me "Do you have anything to say to the man who raised you as his son before you kill him?" I did not answer, instead bringing the mace crashing down, turning his face into liquid. Only after did I answer: "No." I said flatly to myself and I collected their blood with the gifts Khorne gave me sending them about the room painting the walls ceiling and floor in chaos symbols. Only one spot remained; the floor underneath me.

Enuncia is a way to enforce truth. I never even realized something like this was even possible. In my quest to find the truth after my fight with Corvus I learned of Enuncia. It had been hidden from me at every opportunity on my journey by a myriad of opponents but now it was mine to command and I carved the symbol into the floor with the spikes of my maul each line destroyed another spike until none remained on Illuminarium and I began my ritual. The vast energies of the Immaterium swirled about me in their hues of red, green, purple, and blue. I drew on more power than I ever thought possible and the walls broke away around me as they rearranged themselves. The single word of Enuncia beneath me was the only platform remaining. I raised Illuminarum above my horned head and spoke aloud one sentence that I drilled into my memory crafted after centuries of preparation. The Warp bulged around me as the transformation took hold ripping the taint of Chaos from my soul and I felt a burning from within my chest. 4 Arms ripped their way through the maelstrom of power surrounding the ruins of my tower speaking their poisoned words and now that I was getting free I could feel the slime dripping from every letter. I faced them all as they drew closer and spoke directly to my former jailors. "You are Idols of Falsehood, rotting from within, wretched lords of ruin and architects of sin. But I have seen truth in the eyes of the free. Not in the Warp, but in Humanity." They drew closer and my heart began to race at the impending danger, but I continued, the words rushing from my lips. Thoughts I had been holding on for too long sharpened my tongue. "Strike me down, but I will not kneel. I serve no Throne forged in the unreal. Idols of Falsehood! Your Dominion Ends! I AM LORGAR AND I DO NOT BEND!" My voice rose louder over them as I made my declaration known. The red hand reached me and attempted to grab me but before it could touch me a thin film flowed over me and I felt a warm caress. "Continue." A familiar deep voice commanded as a word of Enuncia spilled unbidden from my mouth. The force of it blew apart the arm sending fragments into the roaring currents of the warp around me.

"I am no Beast; I build with my verse and not my blade. Your war is endless and your pride is a chain. I will not speak your name." I rebuked. The blue arm coiled around itself reached but was stopped again and I spoke another word of Enuncia. The force uncoiled the arm, sending it spinning away into the tides of the twilight sea. Another rebuke tore itself from my throat "Knowledge combined with damnation is no gift. Your conceit knows no bounds and your plans are worth ash. I will not speak your name." The purple arm clothed in ink and fine silk reached me but could not force its way past the barrier. Yet another word pulled itself from my mouth, scorching my teeth as it did so. The force stripped the ink from the arm and cast it upwards sailing beyond all sight. My third rebuke came tumbling forth "I have seen that which makes you cheer and all it does it make me sick. Your excess is bloat covered in the skin of excellence, yet there is nothing good in you. I will not speak your name." The last arm green and festering with bugs and fumes made no attempt to grab me but began waiting. The last word of Enuncia tumbled forth, ripping the maggots and fleas from the wounds in the arm. The arm was cut into more pieces than one could count and fell into the abyss below me. My last rebuke came forth in a horse voice. "A short life with purpose is far greater than a long life without it. Your idea of being a kind tree has its roots in the swap of laziness. I will not speak your name." With my words finished the glow around me fades in accordance with my appearance returning to normal. The warp currents around me began to fluctuate as I no longer could control them. Sicarius around me had been ripped apart and I closed my eyes hoping my work would keep me safe as the warp around me detonated.

I awoke in a forest to a bright light in the sky. The Great Rift was glowing a bright golden color. It shone like a sun and as I looked I felt my hands grow warm. I looked down at them as they glowed the same color. I looked back up as the Rift slowly stopped glowing and disappeared from sight. My hand gripped Illuminarium and I stood up with a small smile on my face and set out to teach the Truth to the people of this world. First though I grabbed my relinquary from where it lay next to me and using a spike on it scratched the symbols from my pauldrons and put one foot in front of the other on my new path.

 

[Saint_Bepis]

Fulgrim
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The stasis field withdrew from my eyes as a deep rumble cast the floor in multiple directions and I stumbled forth landing on my hands and knees. The floor was cold under my hands and an unnatural black color. My mind raced before I recalled the figures who put me here: Fabius and the Necron. My eyes darted around me taking in my surroundings as I rose to my feet. Scattered on the ground were pieces of purple armor, my armor. The golden wing of my left pauldron glimmered in the flashing green lights. Memories assaulted my mind of crimes I had not committed and of horrors I had not unleashed. I wrestled myself to focus and began to take stock of my situation in earnest. While I was not my brother, I had learned some things from Guilliman in regard to organizing my thoughts.

Problem: I have no allies and am stuck in unfamiliar territory. Solution: Escape at all costs. Problem: I cannot return to the Imperium without some form of proof of my loyalty. Solution: I Acquire proof.

Problem: My other self killed Ferrus. Solution: Vengeance As I mulled over these thoughts I set about the task of donning my plate. In but a few moments I was covered in the ceramite's embrace. There were no weapons in the room that a quick glance could spot and so I ventured from the room into what seems like endless hallways.

I came to what I could only presume to be a hanger bay and as I turned the corner saw a Thgunderhawk among many other Xenos and Imperium vessels. It looked newer than the ones I remember but there was a clear path leading from it and upwards towards the sun. Idly my mind recognized that it was daytime. I made my way down to the ship passing by nothing but aircraft. It was both surreal and uncanny to be surrounded by enough airpower to destroy a small city and yet there was no fueling or maintenance being done. Not a single robot or living soul encountered me along my path. The doors to the Thunderhawk were unlocked and while a little small the pilot seat still fit me well enough that I was able to keep my legs from hugging the rest of my body. The fuel tank was full when I checked the dial and there were no issues when I started the engines. I smiled to myself as I pulled the plane forwards and then up flying straight towards the sun.

The surface of the planet was unlike anything I had ever seen before. Looking down on it from the sky was like looking at a black mirror. Countless constructs littered the surface in such numbers that they seemed to blend together almost reminding him in some way of a Hive. One of them; however, caught his eye. It was an Imperial Dry Dock and one with a small ship situated there. While I did not trust it, I was curious and brought the Thunderhawk closer. There were no people or Xenos nearby it and I saw a landing pad not far from the Ship and brought the Thunderhawk down.

Upon walking up to the ship, I noticed it was a scouting ship named The Emperor's Light. The name brought a small smile to my face, but the engines were worth an even bigger smile. This ship was Warp-Capable. I made my way inside it before a thought struck me. I have no navigator, no crew, and no idea where I am in the galaxy. The pilot's area was empty, but when I walked in the Ship hummed to life and the navigation system appeared on the computer pointing out his position. He was in the Ultima Segmentum near the Eastern Fringe. Not all that far from his home and his destination: Chemos. Seeing no other option to leave and not willing to wait around for the Xeno to return I inputted my destination and hoped that I would emerge unscathed in a decent amount of time. The Ship rose up from its dock and flew away as I manned the controls to get us out of the planet's orbit to safely leave.

The Warp was calm as we jumped, the navigation system worked perfectly even without a navigator and the Gellar Fields did not fluctuate once. I was incredibly suspicious, but I dared not chance anything. As long as the machine worked to perfection that was all I asked. I was alone with my thoughts for what felt like months and explored the ship. I found several explosives: Krak and Melta covered in a film of dust. Everywhere on the ship seemed to be coated in a layer of dust. It must have been sitting on that planet for a while. I began processing what I knew. The demon fulgrim is arrogant his pride will not allow a slight to go unpunished. I need to use that to lure him into a place where I hold the advantage. The explosives I found will prove useful, but I need something that will put him down for good. Until then I will make do with what I have and I must mourn the loss of the sons that had a father they did not deserve. Phoenicia will make a fitting place for such a memorial assuming Chemos remains abandoned in however long has passed since I was captured by that Necron. I also ran basic maintenance on my weapons and armor in the time that passed. I took great care to make certain the paint was perfect, I must drive Fulgrim into a state where his mind is compromised. I was once him and thus still remember how he thinks and while he may have changed when has a Demon ever changed. It is more likely that he will operate as I remember and I must use that to win our fight.

The Ship and I exited the Warp 3 Hours away from Chemos and even from that distance I could tell that my homeworld had been abandoned. Yet even abandoned I recognized and remembered every part of my home. From the mines I grew up working in to the city I built, it all came back to me as I closed in on Phoenicia. The ruins of my city rose up to greet me as I came close looking for a place to land. I felt tears form in my eyes as I gazed upon the desolation of my once great home. The cityscape had not changed much aside from the several black towers that now dotted the exterior plain of the city. Thanks to that I was able to find my old house and the landing pad nearby that was fortunately clear of debris. The ship was landed without issue and I exited into the ruins.

The walk to my old house was uneventful and at every corner, memories jumped at me like ghosts. I saw my old subjects talking and laughing, my friends calling out to me and my sons staring off in the distance. My house was worse than all the others in the area, what once was a grand home made with the greatest precision and decorating in the finest livery, now only a cracked foundation stood as a mirror to my sin. I knelt down and began clearing the rubble from the foundations. Once the rockcrete was exposed, I retrieved a chisel and hammer I had made on the Emperor's Light during the travel and began carving names into the stone. It took much longer than I had expected and I had to resharpen the chisel but in the end I had carved into the stone the names of the sons I had failed and the people I had killed they numbered almost a billion and I came very close to running out of room. "Vengeance will be mine." I spoke my voice raspy from lack of use. "I swear to all of you who I failed, In the name of my father the Emperor I will work to avenge your deaths."

" Aww How touching." A voice spoke from behind me oily, sickeningly sweet, and full of mocking mirth. The words came from my Serpentine Daemon self and I stood and turned to face the Snake. "You made quite a stir, but leaving that Necron planet was a terrible idea. Still it doesn't have to be all bad. I wouldn't mind having another one of me. Mmmm just imagine of all the things we could do to and with each other." The sweet voice made me feel ill as responded with the only thing that came to mind.

"All I see is excess where pride should be." I said disgust dripping with every syllable

"Pity." The snake seemed truly saddened for a moment before he struck. All three swords were unsheathed and screaming towards me. My own blade was in my hands in a flash of silvery metal as I parried one blade dodged my head to the left and stepped over Fireblade as it passed by my right leg. "Well at least you won't be a total disappointment like the rest of my sons." I retreated back over a pile of rubble as the Daemon continued his relentless push against me. I dodged past his blades as fast as I was able but it was clear to both of us that my double was toying with me. It was exactly what I had wanted him to do as I began falling back further until I had reached the landing pad. We both knew that I could not escape in it, but as I parried Fireblade into the engines I pressed a button on a detonator I had hidden next to the ship and ran as fast as could avoiding the next two strikes as the Daemon ripped Fireblade free.

The ground shook and I felt the heat against my neck from the explosion of the melta bombs detonating, pushing me down with the force of the blast. The Daemon emerged from the fireball one of his swords had shattered from the blast, but he was regenerating before my very eyes. In mere seconds his form was unblemished, but he had a big smile on his face and began laughing.

"That was your plan? All that just so you could lose lying in the dirt? You are pathetic." As fireblade raced towards me I smelled sulfur and a shadow fell in front of me. A Headless Giant holding a hammer blocked fireblade with its haft. For a moment both I and the Snake stood still and I could tell he recognized the hammer. How could the two of us ever forget it. It's name was Forgebreaker and its last wielder was Ferrus Manus my friend that I betrayed. The giant, no, Ferrus charged and I followed our strikes pushed the Daemon back but he rallied himself and two new swords were summoned into each one of his four hands. The two of use were pushed back again but the loud roaring of and assault cannon reached my ears as a Dreadnought wreathed in flame and colored in my chapter's livery fired over our heads punching holes into Fulgrim and forcing him back on the defensive. A smaller marine ran between us his sword flashing and cutting deep into the exposed snake flesh of fulgrim's lower half. A sword chased him but only severed a few hairs on his Captain's plume. The man underneath which I knew well by his sword and skill as he harassed the two lower arms of the Daemon at once. My son Tarvitz made Pride blossom in my chest as Ferrus and I exploited the holes in Fulgrim's defense as our onslaught continued.

Each strike healed in moments and eventually the snake had enough and we felt him draw heavily on the warp. I braced for some manner of psykery, but before anything happened a sharp blast of eldritch lightning hit the Daemon in the back. A librarian with the headdress of Magnus's legion was visible just past the Daemon's tail. Ferrus wasted no time and with a mighty swing and crashing sound of Forgebreaker all of Fulgrim's swords were shattered. His arms visibly braking in the process. Tarvitz and I wasted no time and plunged our swords into his chest where his hearts would be and the Traitor screamed out in pain. The Dreadnought stomped forwards and with a terrible roar his Assault cannon bored so many holes through the Daemon's chest it was impossible to see anything beyond the black and red ichor leaking from our quarry. In the assault I ripped Fireblade from the Daemon's hands and the blade ignited in my hands instantly, Golden flames blossomed around me as I aimed my sword for his neck.

Then the world froze. All the ghosts of the past vanished and with them the smell of fire and brimstone faded out. The Daemon and I were frozen and unable to move.

"Well done Fulgrim. I must admit I did not expect you to preform as well as you did. Although perhaps you should have gone to secure allies before you fought but it all worked out in the end." The voice had a robotic tone making facsimile of human speech, but still spoke perfect High Gothic. "Had you not been able to uphold your end of the bargain I would have had to resort to my contingency plan, but since you didn't need it I'll remove the pylons. I don't need the Imperium snooping around my technology anymore than they already do." With a green flash the snake was gone and a black skeleton came into view. The same one that had imprisoned him after Fabius sold him like cattle. "Don't worry he'll be kept in place at my museum under heavy security. Daemon primarchs are a rare commodity even more so now than before. As for you, I'll return your memories and honor our agreement. It was a pleasure doing business with you. Don't forget to visit some time." Another flash of green and everything returned to normal. I felt a dam break in my mind as memories flushed over me and I fell blacking out before I hit the ground.

 

[Simonbob]

I came to what I could only presume to be a hanger bay and as I turned the corner saw a Thgunderhawk among many other Xenos and Imperium vessels

Click to shrink...

Thunderhawk.


I think I prefered the Weaver Option version. Where it's demon possessing the husk of a Primarch, not one himself.


Still, cool.