148 Side chapter: What happens to the traitors, Horus....
In the future of 40k in the warp.
In the Ship of Fabius Bile who is Deranged of creating the New men, after creating the perfect copy of Fulgrim in exchange for Trazyn stash of Geneseeds he stole during the Horus heresy and Fulgrim unreasonable demands of him making clones of Ferrus Manus to force even one of them to agreed to join him that always ended in blood shed when the said clone defy him like the original...
Fabius Bile decided to create a new project...
The resurrection of Horus Luprecal, using the corpse that remain in the vengeful spirit, he have the solid foundation of creating a Primarch, such a feat is recognize by all the traitor legions that still remains in the warp...
Out of the legions that started with Horus...
Alpha legion remains a enigma, playing on both sides...they never entered the warp so they are technically the oldest traitors recorded in the Imperium but the more fractured as Alpharius and Omegon left their organization to handle such matters... One side lead by a radical that held Alpharius Pale spear... And the loyalist that dwells in the stasis pods below the imperial palace.
The Night lords were just a Fragment of itself as they were majority loyalist and they ended up in League territory that is led by Sevartar when the scouring happened.
Those that remains with the traitors was the most dangerous to approach...
Death Guard embraced their cursed gifts slowly forgetting the sacrifice of Mortarion... As they formed a demon world that is similar to the Homeworld of Mortarion, Typhon now cursed into a Plague lord is cursed to wander the wastelands.
Thousand sons, they remained neutral throughout the traitor civil wars, they didn't take any sides as they still follow their Primarch Magnus, he led them in the path he believes he is right, Ahriman is under orders to head to the black library that the rumors of the cure of the rubric is located and he was left with blessing of the Primarch... While Magnus order most of them to simply obey him he was still give them free will to join any chaos warbands if they wanted... Though rumors persisted in the Traitors legions is that the Thousand sons took custodian defending the borders of the League.. banishing any demons that come through the warp and they traded supplies with the encased league.
Iron Warriors is the second largest of the traitors next to Abaddon Black Legions...
Perturabo kept his thought to himself since the debacle with Fulgrim in the Angel Exterminatus... He remained neutral but he allowed his sons to work with traitor warbands... And they are the most least influence by the warp as he rejected the dark god gifts... And Perturabo still hasn't fully ascended into daemonhood.
Emperor children... The tragic ones, ever since they were mostly killed in the siege of terra, their souls were reborn in the warp their forms more twisted into abominations and their delusions of grandeur and Insanity is now prevalent in their legion always seeking more high and pleasure... Fulgrim in his insanity is heard in his Palace of pleasure as his brother Ferrus rejected him and Rylanor his own son rejected him, many mirrors was continuously smashed every day as his mind is shattered and he seeks recognition...
World Eaters, while most of them are bezerkers some are still have a moment of sanity... Kharn is lead by two personality disorders as the one that killed Magos have infected him causing him into outburst of rage time to time... But their deed in the warp is known as they kill more demons than the Imperium... That they are a strained allies for chaos at best and a loose Cannon on another...
Sons of Horus... They are the largest that remains after Abaddon united them in the civil wars that they made in the warp on who's the better Warmaster... He took the relics of Horus and proclaimed that he is now the defacto ruler of the Luna Wolves... But he had one last task needed to accomplish to fully cement his rule...
"Wake up..." A voice heard in a figure mind a familiar voice... As the figure slowly opened his eyes... he found himself in a vat of nutrient liquid...
The control panels nearby come to life and the vat suddenly begin to drain... And the figure stumbled out of the vat..
'where am I?' he looked around and found a robe that was fit for his sized...
He heard rumbling in the corridors outside...
"Hide, or you will be killed..." He took no chances and somehow trusted that familiar voice and managed to hide himself in the vats that seemed like himself...
As the doors opened he found a group Astartes and recognize the legion signature printed on their pauldrons as emperor children... But their faces are beyond recognition... Their faces was disfigured and they were beyond recognition...
"Where is the clone" one hissed through their inbuilt vox.
"The Warmaster demanded the clone to be sacrificed! Fabius would tear us a new hole if we don't find it!" Said another...
'Warmaster? Why do that word sounds so familiar? Argh...' the figure mind was in pain as he caught glimpses of what he was... Emperor...father...his death...
'I am Horus?' his memories come flooding back...
As the group of the chaos Marines left the premises they left one behind... A clone that has no power is just a sacrificial lamb...
"Father give me strength..." He sneaked behind the chaos Marine and killed the Astarte with his bare hands and grabbed the bolter... The bolter is slowly cleansed from its corruption...
He performed some checks...
"Fully loaded and more than enough..." Now Horus have a new mission... To get out from this place...
"Follow my lead..." That familiar voice was heard in his mind... And he listen... Every step of the way he avoided the patrols that were hellbent of capturing him... And soon he reached a Armoury...
"Get the Jump pack and head to the nearest airlock.." Horus wanted to voice out but now the traces he left behind is being chased by the voidsmen...
As soon as he reached the airlock... He found himself staring at the warp in all its madness...
"On my mark jump..." He wanted to defy but now he found the emperor children found him and now firing back... Behind a pillar he managed to kill some of them but there are more entering the location he was in...
Suddenly a Space hulk appeared next to the ship...
"Now!" Horus took the leap of faith... Hoping that it would carried him to safety... And his timing managed to enter a derelict airlock and now the space hulk managed to teleported away from the Emperor children ship..
Fabius Bile was amused of this interaction but he already created a backup copy for the sacrifice for the Black legion... One such fake might make a difference.
Horus found himself standing in the derelict airlock of a Venator, and the ship deck diagram was clearly shown nearby... A memory flashed Infront of him...
"Brother, look a Ship to aid the Imperium, a carrier based fleet that defends the bigger ships, and they could land in the atmosphere in any planets.." A figure whose face is under a mosiac like face...
"Brother..." Horus touched the design panel...
"Brother, Why did you betrayed us?" Horus turned and found himself standing on his Flagship the Vengeance spirit, he was overlooking a planet burning below...
And he met his sons walking towards him...
"What are your orders father?" The Astarte was cold through his vox as if he demanded orders...
Horus could sense the screams below the planet and the Explosion erupted on it...
"No!" Horus awaken from his trance and found himself standing in a dusty planet... In the Middle of both sides were the Astartes he knew... Brothers he met.. titans roared and Baneblades strode as their cannons fired upon each other...
He found himself staring at the stars...
"If I can't save the Galaxy from you father..." Horus raised his sword in the air... His voice now terrified him.
"Let the Galaxy Burn!" He swung down and from orbital Laser was seen and obliterated a Titan...
Everytime Horus was dragged into every part of the choices he made, every battle he participated... The brothers he pushed away...he met with the cries of hatred of the people he and his brother swore to defend, He found himself standing on top of the golden palace hearing the cries of litanies and prayers of the God Emperor being spoken in his name...he was dragged and now meeting the remains of the emperor...His father...
"No,no,no,no this can't be happening..." The more he tried to denied it... But he knew somewhere in his heart that he was the cause of it...
"It's already been done son..." The corpse emperor shone a bright light and he found himself sitting with a hooded stranger and a Giant pot of soup boiling on a fire... A campsite in this space hulk?
He looked around and found himself holding a pot of soup...
"Did you see it son?" The stranger spoke weary was his words as well as his bones permitted...
"I...did...all...that?"
"Certainly...you played a part of my entombment..."
"I truly wanted.."
"To free humanity from me huh? That future that the dark gods that shown you... They were the future that you willingly choose. You chose that future that I never wanted to happen..."
"I never wanted this to happened father I-"
"Horus, I been trapped in that golden throne for ten thousand years...for ten thousand years I saw my Imperium that I envisioned turned to rot, my hope for the future of humanity is rotten! Son... How many times have I seen people called out my name in hope and prayers, in both sincerity and vanity... Hoping to live another day, another tomorrow, and I am unable to help them!"
Horus sat in silence as he heard his father complaints...
"I tried...I tried to help them whatever needed for humanity to survive...I never wanted to become a god, Horus...I never wanted to be this..." They both found themselves in the golden throne... Watching a corpse as thousands of Psykers is being fed that machine...
"I wanted to let humanity ruled in my absence as as a galactic republic as we disappear in the shadows... With you as my spokesperson in that government..."
"In my absence as I handed you the Warmaster title it was because I believed in you... That you are capable to lead, I didn't mind the failure of you unable to peacefully compliant planets. As I sought to free humanity from the warp... I created the Webway project..."
They found the ruins of the illustrious hope from the past now destroyed... And demons still banging the door still wanting to flood Terra with it's abominations of the Warp...
"Father...I am...sorry."
"Sorry? Sorry!? It's been ten thousand years for that apologies!" A force generated from the figure now pushed Horus into a wall...
"You are not my son! You are just a copy of the real thing! What can you offer!" The stranger bellowed.
"A..Chance...of...redemption." Horus Gasp as he tried to balance himself...
"Then prove it...Horus..." The Emperor touched his mind... And shown him in the depth of the space hulk was a item needed for him...
"This will be a trial for you...Son... don't fail me again..." The stranger disappear leaving the former Warmaster alone in the dark...
After a silent meal he slept in the cold not the warmth of his Flagship or the rooms that the Emperor made for them... He felt a blanket covered him, he woke and looked around... But he could not see anyone except the fires still blazing providing a sole source of light and warm in the space hulk... He turned to his sleep a endless darkness that engulfed him...
He woke up... The fire never set out... But the pot of soup still remained full...
He took a bowl and ate in silence...
After his meal he met the hooded figure waiting for him...
"It is time for the first trials...get ready..." The emperor order him...
As he get ready... He found the sword his father gifted him long ago was neatly placed on a leather of armor next to him...
"World breaker..." He touched the familiar sword...
He almost forgotten about it... Ever since he was on constant disagreement with his brothers, he seemed to forget that gift the emperor sent him.
As he touched it memories of his brothers flooded into his mind... All of them looked up to him...
"Father..." His eyes was closed..
As he headed into the depth of the space hulk he met many enemies that the Imperium encounter over the millennia, from Chaos Cultist to Tyrannid Hivelord all attack him, many times he almost died...
But each defeat he could sense that he somehow absorb the strength of the defeated...
He witness many battles and he took command, what could he done to make it better for his men...
What other choice he could have made...
He almost defeated them all until he met in the end is a Fragment of Horus that fallen... There the fragment is guarding a gate for who knows how long....
"So you come...fake." the chaos Horus spoke...
"I seen what you done...what we have done..."
"Do you? Or is it the lie that corpse god have infected you with?"
"I seen the truth of what we wrought..."
"In here only truth is strength... If you fail I get your body and free myself from this prison and lead the Legion deserves and I will kill that Corpse Emperor..."
"If you fail?"
"Well that is the answer that never comes to pass ain't it!" The fallen Horus charged towards his clone...
They clashed one that is nought but a mere man who is helpless and another is a shard of himself that been blessed by the dark gods...
Both of them claimed the identify of Horus but both are not the same... They were on Par with each other, one that relied on brute strength and the dark god blessing , while other relied on his battle experience of all the current enemies of Man and beyond, taking every advantage he got available...
The clone was injured as his arm was wounded by the Warmaster.
Flinging his blood to blind the possessed and proceeded to kill him... Every tactics and skill he faced against the Warmaster... He could see the flaws the weaknesses from the outside perspective... And he exploited them...
He managed to get a wound into the Warmaster Skull... Severely weakened him... He fell back and struggled to propped himself up on wall...
"Even if you defeated me, even if you absorbed me... You have no one, the Imperium hates you, father hates you, many called our name with disgust and distain... You will never be accepted!"
"I know... I will make amends with father in due time. And I still believed I could be forgiven..." The clone whose eyes was bleeding from the injuries he sustained...
"Forgiveness is a sin, in this far future there is only war..."
"Then I will face my own decisions and mend my own mistakes..." Horus raised his world breaker and swung down the blade...
"So be it fool..."
As the Warmaster corpse slain for the last time... His power swelled into him... Purified power now coursing through his veins... He was not fully a Primarch but not wholy Horus...
He is wounded from the fight of himself...
But the prize was beyond the gate, as he pushed it... It was a functional room that held one of the League Medpods that remained operational... And beside it was a Suit of Armor that didn't age... Nor rusted through the passage of time and a teleporter still operational leading to a destination unknown... A message played out...
"Horus... If you hear this message... That means you are no longer there but a copy... But till now I still believed in you...as of now you may not able to be my brother, but in time you would be... But I know someday you will get here... You will wear that suit of armor until the Imperium would slowly forgets of the things you have done... The teleportation will direct you to the League... May you find some peace in a place you still recognized...until I find you... Please help defend my people before I arrived there... Could you do it as a favor? Heal yourself before you enter the teleporter. Teleporting in the warp is tantamount to insanity and at this time we are still working out the kinks. Sincerely: Alexander Hyde
Ps: we never did finish our conversation did we?"
"Thank you... Brother..." As he lay on the machine, its aging mechanism activated and his body is slowly healed by the glowing lights... As if the struggles he faced was just a nightmare...
As he opened the casing a soothing glow envelope Horus as he dorn the armor...
He took one final look at the place he suffered and a place of his change... He saw a faint glimpse of the emperor at the door...
"Thank you for everything..." Horus said as he walked into the light...
Horus found himself on a grassy plains on a Planet unknown... He was sure that brother of his didn't lie... But in a distance he found a figure of his stature just waiting for him...
"Did I pass?" He asked.
The figure tilted his head and observed him...
"Yes... And no... You have no taint but yet you embraced that dark part of you?"
"That part of me is what I have to lived with...for the good and bad of what I done... I will accept my flaws..."
"Then you passed, You are await in your quarters until further orders..."
"Are you one of my brothers that was lost?" Horus asked as he did recalled two of them died before they met...
"Yes and no... I am your brother but I am not...I am reborn...but for your query yes... I am your brother."
"Why didn't Alexander informed us?"
"You were not ready... I am just a husk that lost something that is part of me..."
"Tell me about it...I do find that words have semblance of what I gone through...could you tell me what have the Imperium had gone through?"
"As you wished... Here is what we know about the current state of affairs.." the person handed a dataslate.
While they are hidden behind the Warpstorm the hidden empires and Alexander agents that remained over the years have provided what information they could obtained using the Necron intercommunication arrays that is under Trazyn authority... And it allows the population aware of what is happening in the Galaxy at large and their Allies beyond the veil.
Horus peruse most of the information what happening in the Imperium... And by the looks of it it was bleak if one was to ignore the corruption that is now prevalent in the bloated bureaucracy of the Imperium...
"We have a long work ahead of us..." Horus sighed.
"Yes indeed...brother"
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A/n: would be funny that the GW mentioned the clone of Horus... But all he ended up is a sacrificial lamb to Abaddon for his ascension to the leader of the black legion... Why not give him a chance like what is the clone of Fulgrim?
The trials is like Lion trials... But instead of Forestwalk in Caliban it is taking a trial in a Space hulk in the frakking warp where he was trained to defend himself against most of the current enemies of Man and his own darkness, including the Necrons which he died alot against the Necron Destroyer... I asked which one of my Warhammer group to use a Horus Figure from 30k vs the modern enemies of the Imperium... removing the titans, Necron Destroyer and Tyrannid hive lord gave pre-heresy Horus trouble. On One on one when he is weakened.
Horus met the revived Primarch II?
