Nightfall
A rustling sound came from the cold darkness, and frost climbed up the metal walls.
Sevatar stood calmly at the side of the hatch, breathing calmly and listening to the slight hissing of his power armor's circulatory system.
There were low, rapid chants in the night of the room, along with the sound of quills scratching across parchment, dripping water, the clanging of metal, labored breathing—and then everything was suddenly quiet again.
Sevatar closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
When he opened his eyes again, the huge and hunched Primarch appeared before him.
"Good day, Lord of the Night."
Sevatar saluted calmly. Konrad Curze's pale face was covered by messy hair, with only his dark pupils visible between the tangled black hair.
[Sai, are you okay? ]
Curze made a hissing sound. Due to the injury from Mortarion's poison gas, Sevatar's respiratory system had some problems, and breathing became more difficult for him.
Sevatar paused.
"I'm fine, my Lord, thank you for your concern. We will arrive at Nostramo soon, please be prepared."
Conrad was silent. The huge monster bent down and placed his two claws on Sevatar's shoulder armor. He looked at Sevatar.
[I... saw the corruption above, and this place will eventually become corrupted—not only here, but all, everything, they are angry, extremely angry.]
Sevatar maintained his breathing rate, imagining himself as a machine standing quietly.
"My Lord, I personally think that we need to consider current affairs. This is the last time the Legion is allowed to obtain supplies; at the same time, we need to meet the orders of... the Death Guard, otherwise we will have no future."
Sevatar finally finished his words, and he waited, waiting for punishment, or something else, for him to be knocked away, or worse, for him to be given red gloves.
But in a corner of his mind, he actually hoped that the Primarch would not do so.
To his surprise, Konrad Curze did not punish him. He just looked at Sevatar quietly and melancholy, as if asking a question or crying.
Then Conrad Coates shook his head, then nodded.
[Sai, do you want to know how you died? ]
Sevatar felt his mouth dry.
"My Lord, we agreed not to discuss this topic any more. I never wish to know when I will die."
"and,"
Sevatar stared at Konrad Curze;
"My Lord, the Legion needs you now."
Conrad made a gesture to keep quiet, and to Sevatar's surprise, a strange, mischievous smile appeared at the corner of the Lord of the Night's mouth.
[Sai, I actually don’t know where you ended up. ]
A low chuckle sounded from deep in the Primarch's throat. It was like the howl of a strange bird in the middle of the night, empty, and then quickly melted into the night, making it difficult to distinguish.
Sevatar was sure that he saw Konrad Curz's pupils twitching violently and abnormally for a moment, but the next moment Konrad Curz looked at him calmly again.
There was a gleam of melancholy in his eyes, like the ever-changing polar night.
[In the end, everything is doomed to fail and slide into tragedy. This is just a dream of the arrogant. We are all abandoned pawns...]
[But I don’t care anymore.]
[I don’t care anymore.]
Sevatar tensed his muscles and watched in silence as Konrad Curze muttered to himself, as if two souls were trapped in one body, tearing at each other, one loudly speaking of sorrow and darkness, the other whimpering and biting bitterly.
Finally, Konrad Curze looked at Sevatar.
[The future has no meaning.]
[They...are always changing, but they will always be the same. There is no place for us in the future.]
Sevasta softened his breathing.
"What do you want us to do, my Lord?"
Sevatar's words made Konrad Koz pause for a moment, but the Lord of Night continued.
[Do what you want, Sai.]
Curze's hand on Sevatar's shoulder armor twitched, and the Primarch fell into painful memories.
[I... don't care anymore. That day I saw too many possibilities, all leading to destruction, those tragedies, those loud laughters...]
[But in the end you are still alive, Sai, you have billions of futures, but you only have one present. ]
Sevatar pursed his lips, trying to put on a stupid smile, but he failed.
"Yes, my Lord, I am here."
[Do what you want, Sai.]
Conrad Coates said this with an eerie softness.
[You are a noble sinner, Sai. If there is still light among the fallen Night Lords, it can only be you, and it must be you. Only you can maintain your final self in hell. ]
Conrad stared at Sevatar.
[If anyone on the Legion or Nostramo opposes you, tell me.]
After the last word fell, they fell silent.
silence.
Sevatar felt his throat tighten as the Lord of Night spoke easily... unimaginable words.
Sevatar remembered the suggestive glance Hades had given him, and he remembered the hesitation in his heart... This couldn't be... The Primarch couldn't do this, and neither could he...
"My Lord, the Legion needs you."
Sevatar spoke dryly, but Konrad Curze tilted his head and looked at him sadly.
[I am being watched, and it can't be me.]
"My Lord, I do not understand you."
Konrad Curze shook his head again, which was more like shaking his head, and his eyeballs began to twitch unsteadily again, but he still explained to Sevatar,
[A fish cannot realize that it has been living in water until it is cruelly fished out and struggles in the dry air—]
[They have been watching me since before I became conscious, before I was born, before all the tragedies happened.]
Conrad Curze's mental state began to become unstable again. Sevatar could smell the psychic energy. Conrad quickly retracted his hand and fled back into the darkness of the night.
[Sai, do what you want, don't let the last light of the legion go out.]
Curze's whisper came from the darkness, and he sounded like he was roaring.
Sevatar swallowed his saliva. Although he still couldn't understand Conrad's words, he still tried. He asked loudly,
"Father, how can I keep you from being watched?"
In the darkness, Konrad Curze let out a wail of agony and despair, and Sevatar imagined Curze scratching his own flesh.
[It’s too late! It’s too late! We saw it clearly too late! And how could that madman help us? ! ]
Yes, code.
I'll put up two interludes today, otherwise I'll forget the main plot while I'm writing.
It also involves the main line.
(End of this chapter)