What did you see
You saw the hero die, and in his dying struggle he still failed to protect the galaxy he loved.
You see the stubborn trapped in a trap, time spinning in vain, leaving nothing but decay.
You see the pitiful one falling into the flames, the flames are blazing, but the empty shell remains.
You saw those who were mocked by everyone trying hard to prove themselves, but ultimately destroyed themselves amid applause.
You see... you see... you see yourself.
You stand there, with the lion beside you, Lion's Jonson, your [Knight Commander], your [Warmaster] - you understand but cannot agree with Lion's inexplicable obsession with the title of [Warmaster], but you still give him this title.
The lion stands at your right hand, his black helmet shining brightly under the morning sun of Baal, which gives you some confidence and hope. You comfort yourself that the lion who has been awarded the title of "Warmaster" will do his job well.
Lionel Johnson's willingness to take on the title of Knight Commander and Warmaster already means his submission to you. Your former brother now submits to you.
You feel a little absurd and uneasy about this fact, but this is the best option at the moment, and you comfort yourself.
The dark side of the empire must have a center, a place for people to spread their faith and a place to preserve the fire.
On your left, Curze, with one hand broken off, hides himself under a dark hood. He is your [Judge], the sinner who is responsible for judging his crimes.
Conrad Curze will atone for his sins at your hands, for ten thousand years after ten thousand.
In front of you who shine with pure golden light, he feels ashamed of himself and realizes his own ugliness and insignificance. He begins to atone for his sins - or for Conrad Coates, putting himself in a more painful situation can make his conscience, which he does not have, feel better.
You stared at Koz for a while. He was afraid of your gaze and hid himself in the shadows.
You sighed softly.
In hell, only harsh punishments that are crueler than hell can shock people. You know that you need to deal with dirty hands, and Conrad, who is already dirty, is your best choice.
You looked away from Konrad Curze. He would do his job, at least... his legion commander Sevatar could share some of your pressure.
And you, you.
You are the Pope or Archangel of the First Kingdom of God or the Second Empire. You are a symbol, a focus that attracts people's attention.
You witnessed the entire dispute between Mortarion and Lorgar at the celebration in Ullanor, and you questioned Angron at the Council of Nikea, and you know the truth of all this.
You are the chosen one.
You are the one who is destined to save people.
The biggest proof is that you have a pair of wings that you don't want, and these wings make people worship you as a god voluntarily.
You have an entire planet whose religion is yours, and devout, ignorant people firmly believe that you are a god.
You have been avoiding this question vaguely, you have been running away, you have hidden yourself in the legions of the Great Crusade, but now, you can't escape.
You need to acknowledge that you yourself are God.
There are gods in this world, and they respond to the calls of believers and give them power.
You see, the Emperor is a God.
Lorka is right.
They need gods to protect them, they need faith, otherwise they will be swallowed up by uncleanness. You need to give them hope and fire, this long night cannot be darker any longer.
You, born with wings, offspring of gods, you are their living hope.
You need to acknowledge all of this.
You don't know why the Emperor doesn't want to be called a god. He may have his reasons, but you know that you are not someone who wants to be sanctified. You look at your army and you will find that it is not perfect.
Blood thirst.
It suddenly occurs to you that they represent your impurity. You are imperfect, but you have hidden this imperfection.
You have felt the rage of the monster offspring throughout the long nights, their madness was terrifying, you have felt their thirst for flesh and blood, you have seen the monsters that the monster offspring have become - the monster offspring that gorged on flesh and blood on the battlefield, they looked up at you, you have seen the flaws in their souls - you cannot avoid this because you have also had a trace of saliva at the corners of your mouth in the dim light.
…
The bat at the head of your bed chuckled, as if waiting for your fall or maybe screaming, begging you not to fall so easily.
…
No, you think, this is no longer a big deal. In this hell, the brutality of the Blood Angels will only add to your glory.
You were worried about this incompleteness, but now, in this hell, a little incompleteness obviously doesn't matter.
You just have to control your desires.
Following your example, your descendants will control themselves.
A disdainful smile appeared on the corner of your mouth. You thought, "That's all there is to it." [The prophecy is just that.]
Faith gives them strength, and it gives you strength.
Will you be twisted by their beliefs? You don't know, maybe you have grasped the key to what the Emperor fears, but at this moment, one person's distortion is obviously insignificant in the face of the pain of half the galaxy.
You do it willingly.
[First Kingdom of God], you, Warmaster, Inquisitor, you will struggle in hell and bring new light to people - even if this is a poison spurned by the old night, but now, it is the only medicine for you dying patients.
You have re-spread light across this map, bringing hope to those who have been forgotten...
The forgotten people...
Wait? What did you forget
Oh, yes, Horus Lupercal.
Horus, your best friend, your brother, the one with whom you have the best relationship among your dozen brothers, was the one who patiently led you back to the Empire and taught you the ability to lead the legion.
You miss the memories of studying on the Blade of Vengeance. Those memories are so beautiful that they are unreal, but they did appear in your current miserable life.
You watched Horus's little cubs making a fuss, and then they hoped that you would keep a secret for them. After being discovered by Horus, they begged you to plead with Horus.
A wonderful time, you think.
You thought about it and subconsciously looked at the Warmaster and Inquisitor beside you - it would be great if it was Horus, you sighed again.
You feel the weight of the laurel wreath on your head and look into the distance. The morning sun is a little dazzling and you miss Horus.
... Horus...
…?!
You suddenly realize a problem.
A terrible, ridiculous question that is enough to make you collapse on the spot -
That is, if you become emperor, what will Horus think now
He is the Warmaster of the Old Night.
And you proclaimed yourself emperor and personally overthrew the old night.
Your claim to be emperor, or even mockery and criticism of his poor governance that led to the destruction of the galaxy
The Emperor had just given Horus the title of Warmaster and ordered him to take over the Imperium, but under his watch, the Imperium was torn apart.
Even his best friend, you, abandoned him and established a new kingdom.
And now, beside you, there is even a warmaster whom you appointed and crowned.
—Horus—What would Horus think
You, who are familiar with Horus, suddenly realized this.
Your claiming of emperorship, your building of an empire, will lead to the downfall of Horus.
Horus, who is power-hungry and suspicious, will never accept your behavior.
And this will be the decisive factor in Horus's fall.
The sun of Baal shines upon the laurel wreath upon your head, and the people cheer you, but you feel dizzy.
You can't help but build an empire, the dark side of the galaxy requires faith.
But you realize that if you build the Empire, then... Horus, the ally you have been unable to contact... the ally you have been unable to obtain... the ally you have always hoped for, will be immediately released from the chaotic space of the Warp by those beings.
At that time, Horus, who is full of joy and thinks he has found a close friend and a helper, will face your betrayal.
He watched you claim the throne of the Empire, saying that the Imperial Truth he had upheld was a lie, casting the Empire aside, taking up the Word Bearers' words, appointing your minions, lions, and bats.
How could he possibly accept that
Yes, this time, you were the one who betrayed him first.
If you don't take action, you will slowly be worn out under the millstone of time. If you take action, you will push your best friends into the abyss yourself.
Sanguinius shuddered.
He shook his head in disbelief, incredulity.
The bat let out a sobbing cry.
This is the truth.
This is... the future you have to choose.
Ignorance is bliss,
But now, welcome to the future.
Yay!
(End of this chapter)