No one expected that the person coming to Terra this time would be Regent Malcador.
Oftentimes, conflicts between Primarchs would indeed attract the attention of the highest in the Empire, but generally the envoys who came would be the Imperial Guards—Regent Malcador himself, which was indeed beyond the expectations of those who knew the truth.
In fact, Malcador the Sceptre did not have a harmonious relationship with some of the Primarchs, especially Horus.
Perhaps because the Emperor has given too much power and trust to this gloomy-looking Eternal, and because Regent Malcador has been managing the Empire's huge and complicated bureaucracy, the Wolf God does not think that Malcador is "worthy of respect".
Perhaps Horus's distrust was also related to his missing brother.
Malcador was aware of the Primarchs' private opinions of him, especially Horus, but for political reasons, and the wishes of the Lord of Mankind, as the ships from Terra slowly sailed out of Mandeville Point, they first went to the territory of the Luna Wolves.
No one knew what they talked about, but when the other two parties arrived, Horus still maintained a polite and political tolerance, while Regent Malcador maintained a humble and majestic smile on his slender face.
Hades did not think it was a good idea to bring the two Primarchs together after Mortarion's fight with Konrad Curze.
But it seemed that Malcador did not care about this, perhaps because this powerful psyker could suppress all the Primarchs present.
They invited the Night Lords and the Death Guard to a secret meeting room on the Vengeful Spirit, which annoyed Mortarion. He did not want Konrad Curze to be within a thousand meters of Hades, but Malcador named Hades.
Damn psykers.
This is Mortarion's assessment of Malcador.
So they were all here together, rushing to the meeting room of the Spirit of Vengeance together. Malcador's personal arrival made the three legions fall into a subtle depression. The atmosphere was very subtle, very subtle.
Hades was like a tourist visiting the Spirit of Vengeance for the first time, curiously looking at the corridors they passed through. Others might not be able to see it, but Hades found that all the routes they passed through had been deployed with a large number of weapons -
There were very few mortal servants, and most of the soul fires detected in the Black Realm were bright and tenacious, and they all looked like legion warriors.
It seems that the chaos left a deep impression on the Wolf God... not only on his two crazy brothers, but also on Hades's black domain.
Hades thought silently.
And in the perception of the Black Domain, he could "see" that Mortarion was quite nervous, and his soul fire was dancing like a flaming flame; on the other end, far enough away, Konrad Curze's soul fire was a little barren and chaotic, and he was trying to leave the range of the Black Domain.
Hades did not let him succeed. Even if the black domain was diluted again and again, he would not let Conrad Curze out of his sight. He needed to be alert at all times.
Although Mortarion beside him was like an overly nervous big bodyguard, he looked like he would swing his scythe or throw the grenade on his waist at any time.
Hades thought that Mortarion must be cursing Malcador's arrangement in his heart.
Finally they arrived, and Malcador sat there, his thoughtful eyes scanning the crowd from under his hood. He looked at Hades meaningfully, then quickly passed Mortarion (this was a mutual forgiveness for both of them), he glanced at Curze, the hunched giant seemed to be stabbed by his eyes, then looked at Sevatar, and finally Malcador closed his eyes.
Horus stood up and welcomed his brother. Horus gave Mortarion a slightly tired and warm smile, and then smiled apologetically at Hades, but at Curze and Sevatar, the wolf god's smile quickly faded.
Curze and Sevatar were apparently oblivious to the changes in the Wolf God.
In fact, everyone present ignored the aura emanating from Konrad Curze—the Lord of the Night had changed. He became... more depressed and melancholy, showing a kind of silence after madness.
Sevatar wanted to block those inquiring eyes and malicious considerations for his father, but he was only a Space Marine, so he could only stand up straight in silence, without showing any timidity or fear.
After Horus's welcome faded, Malcador's voice rang out,
[There is no way I'm going to let him be in the same room with my commander again without me.]
Mortarion's voice sounded calmly, and Konrad Curze, who was named, did not move.
"Then let's talk about it together."
Without hesitation, Malcador stood up, holding the scepter and looking towards the interior of the conference room.
Mortarion did not move, and the Lord of Death regarded Konrad Curze at the far end of the hall with undisguised disdain and hostility.
Konrad Curze's black hair covered most of his face, making him look like a skinny and hunched monster. Facing Mortarion's hostility, Konrad Curze acted as if the Death Guard did not exist. He raised his legs and followed Malcador into the inner room.
When Konrad Curze's figure completely disappeared, the Lord of Death first looked at Sevatar fiercely, and then began to move his steps slowly and reluctantly.
Sevatar felt a dull pain in his chest.
Horus nodded to the other two warriors waiting in the hall, then entered the inner room.
Hades picked a seat at random and sat down. In the dim corner of the hall, there were Seganus and Abaddon wearing heavy armor, and they were leading dozens of Luna Wolves.
But this time, Horus would not allow his Moon Wolves to practice diplomacy.
Hades chose to believe Malcador and shrink his black domain at the same time, because Malcador's psychic power was also terrifyingly strong. Within the detection range of the black domain, Hades felt like he was looking directly at a small sun.
Sevatar surveyed the hall in silence.
The atmosphere was heavy from beginning to end, and the commander of the Death Guard sat in his chair quite casually, as if he was not the center of this giant vortex.
Even the most violent storm has a calm eye at the very center.
Sevatar walked over cautiously, he was gambling and hoping to try to do something for the Eighth Legion, so he sat opposite Hades.
Hades, who seemed to be still in a daze, moved his gaze and looked at Sevatar. This Death Guard, who was obviously larger than a regular Space Marine, gave Sevatar a sense of oppression.
Sevatar pursed his dry lips.
"Perhaps we could talk."
Hades laughed.
"sure."
He said, while the red light of his left eye was staring directly at Sevatar.
Sevatar felt the wound on his chest begin to hurt again.
Also, I’m mainly thinking about how to write the interaction next.
(End of this chapter)