Chapter 4: ~Fall of the Primarchs
Notes:
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The fall of the Primarchs was almost chaotic as the Chaos gods themselves… As during the scattering of the Primarchs, each of the Chaos Gods laid claim to a Primarch to begin to slowly corrupt, whispering in their minds and twisting their souls. Some decided to mess with them once they were found by the God Emperor, while others whispered in their minds as early as they could.
Roboute Guilliman landed on the planet Macragge, and was found by a treacherous warlord. Under his eyes, Guilliman slowly became more devious and tricky, learning how to use lies and deceit to get his way. But Guilliman was still one of loyalty and unity, thus when his foster father tried to kill the high warlord of his home, Guilliman striked down his foster father. Despite showing his loyalty though, Tzeentch had selected the tactical primarch as his future puppet. As Guilliman served under the true warlord, Tzeentch slowly and secretly began planting plans and plots into his mind, slowly fueling the lies and trickery he had been taught in childhood.
Horus had remained loyal to the Imperium and served as Warmaster well, bringing hundreds if not thousands of planets into the Imperium's fold. But during a battle on a cultist-infested world, Horus was injured by a daemon blade of Khorne. He was rushed back to his flagship and was put under treatment, but nothing worked. So when Erebus and Fabius Bile came to them with a way to heal their primarch, the Luna Wolves accepted, desperate for someone to help Horus. But while the two Marines did indeed help Horus, Erebus had helped the Khornite venom flow through Horus's body. Once Horus awoke, the Luna Wolves would forever be changed into the Sons of Horus.
Rogal Dorn had built a great empire before and during the Great Crusade. Its fortresses were the greatest ever seen in the Imperium's history. The Phalanx was Rogal's main base of operations, and Rogal had even found the SICs for the grand vessel, and made three more. But during the height of the Imperial Fists' power in this mini empire, came a WAAAGH of Orks like never before. One by one the worlds in the empire fell, and Rogal Dorn was powerless to stop it. No matter how many Fists were sent, how many Guardsmen were deployed, planets fell. Eventually, the Iron Warriors arrived, being able to assist in defending the rest of Rogal's empire. But the damage had been done, with even Rogal's favored son being interred into a dreadnought.
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Sigismund ran through the ruins of the fortress that he had once claimed as his, slashing down Orks left and right as he did so. He had to warn Rogal Dorn. The Orks had gained a titan. If he couldn't warn his Primarch, he wouldn't get any reinforcements necessary in order to bring it down.
He ran and ran but soon faced a more skilled opponent. An Ork Weird Boy. The Weird Boy grunted and lifted their makeshift staff, causing a great surge of energy to blast forth, knocking Sigismund back. Sigismund hurried back to his feet and rushed his enemy. The Weird Boy grinned and grabbed Sigismund's chainblade and ripped it out of his hand. Sigismund roared and threw a punch at the Weird Boy. Suddenly a larger, greener fist grabbed him, pulling him up to the air. A bigger Ork had grabbed him and didn't hesitate to stab the great Astartes. Sigismund howled but kicked the Ork back, being dropped to the ground. Sigismund grabbed a bolter and chainblade discarded on the ground, grunting from the pain.
"I WILL SLAY YOU ALL, YOU FOUL BEASTS!!! FOR THE EMPEROR, FOR THE IMPERIAL FISTS, FOR MANKIND!!! NOW COME ON FUCKERS!!!"
The next thing Sigismund clearly remembers is an Iron Warrior techmarine finding him, rushing forward to see if Sigismund still lived.
"By the Emperor, he still lives! Someone, I need an apothecary! He needs instant medical treatment!"
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Despite the Iron Warrior's assistance, and Perturabo arriving in person to deal with the more potent Ork attacks utilizing stolen Titans, Rogal Dorn blamed them for the fall of his Empire, and proceeded to blame many of his brothers. His bitterness soon forced him to leave Terra in the hands of the Iron Hands and Iron Warriors. Soon he began to utilize the Pain Glove to the extreme, slowly shattering his mentality and thus allowing Chaos in the form of Nurgle to drip and fester inside his mind.
Corvus Corax's upbringing allowed the forces of Chaos to seed emotions of doubt, hatred, and a strive for a perfect unity with the shadows he had been forced to endure for every waking moment of his early life. As he would be captured by foul scientists and psychers that heavily desired powers beyond their control, sensing his unique aura and soul. With many experiments and cruel torture performed upon, each seemingly affecting Corvus's mentality and very essence of his soul. When the Emperor located Corax, he found the Primarch had escaped but mentally damaged and deranged, obsessed with being one with the shadows that once he had his legion under his command, he began to preach the perfection of shadows, forever damning his legion to the whispers of Slaanesh.
Lion El Johnson had been sent to deal with an xeno incursion on a distant planet. Arriving with his Dark Angels, the Lion began to cut through the massive waves of xenos, not even noticing the odd changes that the now unrecognizable xenos had gone under. They were filled with hate and lies, spewing random gibberish, and vomiting psychic liquid. The Dark Angels felt their very beings being warped by the enemies' vile magic. Despite this the Dark Angels pushed on, intent on destroying the xenos and liberating the planet. But it was all a ploy planned by Erebus and Logar, who had summoned a wave of Tzeentch daemons across the planet, corrupting it into a living daemon world. And the Dark Angels were falling to the whispers of Chaos. Lion El Johnson had it worse. Upon clashing with the leader of the twisted xenos, his very essence was warped, poisoned with the Changer of Ways's mighty venom. His physical form aged faster than before, and his mind was clouded with whispers. Only he knew what those whispers were.
Jegahtai Khan had conquered his homeworld as a tyrant, forcing every tribe and kingdom to swear loyalty to him. He had been raised by a militaristic father and had been raised to praise war and military might over all else. He eventually grew to become the leader of his tribe and took them on a great war against everyone that was not them. By the time the Emperor had found him, the Khan had turned his homeworld into a wasteland of a paradise. He saw the Emperor as a fool and one that should be overthrown like everyone he had faced back home. His feelings towards the Emperor only drew him closer to Chaos.
Logar had become a priest quite early on in his life, and had learned of the early chaos worship, which immediately intrigued him. He studied it to understand the teachings they taught. But these teachings were cast aside when the Emperor found him. Logar immediately saw the Emperor as a living god, and began to preach his divinity to the people of the Imperium. So when his temple on Monarchia was destroyed by the Ultramarines, Logar was distraught. But he then remembered the old teachings and traveled back to his homeworld to retrieve his private texts. Thus Chaos gained its first true prophet of Chaos.
Alpharius and Omegon used to be the secretive and most odd of the Primarchs, many not even knowing of Omegon. But the twin primarchs damned themselves when they began to converse with Logar, who manipulated them into believing that they needed to do more to prove themselves. With the friendship the primarchs made, the Alpha Legion's Primarchs became more focused on full frontal assaults, not caring for the losses. These ambitions were only stoked by Chaos.
And then there was Leman Russ. His mission to exterminate the Lost Primarchs, his constant hatred for Psychers and those who thought that they were capable of being used within the Imperium, and his great humiliation and scorn he had received from his brothers on Nikea had caused his bitter and twisted feelings to boil over. Despite everything he did for the Imperium, his father had refused to listen to his logic. So he returned to Fenris to decide on his next move, on what path he should follow. That was when he had a visit from Logar…
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Logar walked through the private corridors of his brother's sanctuary on Fenris. While he was a more modest man, he did relish in seeing the glory Leman had displayed. Statues of his greatest victories and banners displaying speeches he had made during the Great Crusade. Of course, he hadn't come here to revel in his brother's sanctuary. He had come with glorious purpose.
He approached the great hall where the Space Wolves' Primarch sat. He pushed open the doors to reveal tables overturned, chairs shattered, paintings ripped, and statues maimed. And in the center of it all was an outraged and furious Leman Russ, his battle armor gleaming bright in the fire light room.
"What do you want, brother…? I am not in the mood for your boot licking words about our fool of a father…" Leman said, not even turning around to face Logar. Logar cruelly smiled.
"Oh dear brother. I haven't come here to talk about that… I am actually here to discuss our father. Because I agree, he is being a fool. And he's always been a fool." Leman Russ turned to face his brother, a glint of interest shining in his dark and glistening eyes.
"I am listening… Brother."
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Logar would use words of Chaos and his own twisted charm to reveal the forces of Chaos to Leman and show what Leman Russ could accomplish, stating their father was keeping great power and dire secrets from his sons, and that humanity must have a change in power to prosper. If Leman had been in steady mind and surrounded by his most trusted Wolves, he may have killed Logar there and then, but no, his shattered mind had listened and agreed with Logar. Thus the story of the Arch Traitor began…
Notes:
Well I hope you guys like this chapter! It is a bit more of an overview of the Traitors, but I think it does the job well! If you guys have any questions, feel free to ask though! I'd love to hear them! ^^