#the lord of drakes of nocturne || vulkan

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If you're still taking requests, I have one you might like. Primarchs admitting to their new wives that they've never had sex before. Let's see the boys and nervous virgins >:3c

Day four of Mating Press March

I'm picking Vulkan, Sanguinius, Magnus, and Ferrus for this. I hope that selection pleases.

Warnings for mentions of first times sex and blushy primarchs

Paring: primarchs x reader

"So, I'm all yours now. How would you like to have me?" You asked, smiling lovingly up at your towering husband.

Vulkan:

He swallowed hard as you crawled up his body to rest on his chest. He averted his firey red gaze, embarrassed by what he had to tell you.

"I..well I am unsure." He told you.

"Wait, have you never..?" You let the question hang in the air unfinished. Letting him decide if he wanted to finish it.

"I have not been with another, no. It was not for lack of interest, especially with you, my flame." He sighed. "But there was never a good time or opportunity. And as I grew and I became responsible for my sons." He voice trailed off and your hands cupped his cheeks. You were only a bit surprised by this. He was such a busy man.

"Well then, I would happily be your first." You kissed his nose and he wrapped his arms around you.

"Thank you. I would have you be my first and only one, though."

Your heart melted faster than a snowball on Nocturn. "Well, duh. I'm your wife now. I'd sure hope I'd be your only." His smile could have lit up half of Nostromos for how brilliant it was.

"How right you are, my flame. Please, will you guide me. I do not wish you hurt you, especially not on the night of our wedding." He appealed, and you were happy to oblige. How could you not for your beloved lord of drakes.

Sanguinius:

He turned away as you asked him. He was trying to figure out how to answer without leaving you hanging.

You hardly noticed as your angel looked so perfect as he shed his armor for you for the first time. He'd look nothing short of divine in his ceremonial armor. You could hardly pull your eyes away from him.

The celebration after had also been an absolute pleasure, and many of your new 'sons' had come to congratulate you and Sanguinius on your nuptials.

Your eyes trailed up his sculpted naked form. He was perfect. As much as any person could be, you thought. But your eyes stopped on his face. He looked distracted and even nervous.

Your hand reached for his taking it and holding it close to your chest. "What troubles you, my angel?"

He took a deep breath, his cheeks reddening as he searched for the words. "I am.." He took a moment before continuing. "I am well versed in many things. But this is not one of them, my dove."

He kneeled on the bed, still a good deal taller than you. "Well, I don't have much experience either. But between the two of us, I am sure we can combine what we know to figure it out." You offered sweetly.

Sanguinius swallowed down his nervousness. His eyes trailing over your form and the bridal lingerie you'd chosen for the evening 'conclusion'. And he felt excitement flowing through his veins. A hunger like he'd never had before.

He raised your hand to his lips, placing a kiss on them. "What I mean to say, my dove, is that I've never.. I've never been with anyone in this way."

The realization dawned on you and you felt a bit silly.

"Well, if you want, I take what little I know, and we can work it out as we go."

He nodded. "Yes, I would like that very much. Thank you." You opened your arms to him, and he hugged you close. Wrapping you up in his wings.

It didn't take you all night to figure it out. Sanguinius was a quick learner, and you were more than ready to take a trip to heaven with your angel.

Magnus:

You set your brush aside and ran your fingers through Magnus’s bountiful red locks. "There, all smooth and brushed."

A bath had been quite necessary after your wedding. After you and your newly we'd husband had been the target of piece of cake, courtesy of his brother Leman. But it'd all been in good fun and your dress wasn't ruined, which you were grateful for.

Magnus sighed and turned to face you. His single eye shone brighter as he saw you. "Thank you it is always better when you brush it."

"You cupped his cheeks as you slid into his lap. He was smaller than he'd been earlier, just a bit larger than the average human man. At least it would make things a bit easier. His lips met yours, pouring as much love as he could into the gesture. You melted against him. Delighting in your first proper kiss since the ceremony.

Several minutes passed in that sense of bliss until you had to pull away for a breath, your face flushed, and you bit your lip. Quietly, you asked him, excited to consummate your marriage. Magnus also flushed, but unlike you, his blush seemed to be one of embarrassment.

He rested his chin atop your head and hugged you. His twin hearts beating faster.

"I-I do not know." He stammered.

You pulled away quickly, looking up at his face, and saw a deep sense of uncertainty.

"I'm sorry, I mean, we don't have to if you're not interested. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

Magnus quickly took your face in his large hands and gasped out an urgent but sincere "No."

That gave you pause, and you felt confused. "No?"

"What I meant," Magnus quickly amended, "is I don't know what I would like."

Still you were partly confused as you tried to piece things together in your mind. "We've talked about some things in the past. Things involving bedroom activities."

You felt stumped as your large and immensely powerful husband fidgeted.

"Magnus, please just tell me what's up."

He looked down at you and felt as well as saw the shift in your aura from arousal and excitement to worry and fear. His hearts clenched, knowing he'd caused you those feelings, and he figured if he couldn't put his pride aside for you, then he wasn't worthy of calling himself your husband.

"I'm a virgin." He blurted out. You looked at him dumbfounded. "My knowledge of sex has been, up till now, purely academic. And I was worried to tell you because I did not want you to think lesser or incapable."

Your opinion of him really did matter yo Jim more than he cared to admit. He was startled when a light chuckle broke from your lips.

"Oh Maggy, no, why would I ever think less of you for that? I mean, I am a bit surprised, though." He wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed his cheek.

"Why would you be surprised? I'm not like most men after all."

You gave him a shrug. "Exactly. I mean, look at you. You're the most amazingly beautiful man I've ever seen, and you're smart on top of that. You're incredible. I'm shocked you haven't, up until now."

Magnus smiled and nuzzled his nose against yours. "Maybe I was just waiting for my perfect match."

You felt warmth surge in your chest and sighed. "Would you like to just start slow and see where that takes us?"

Magnus nodded, pulling the ties holding your robe in place until he could slip it off. "Yes, I would like that very much."

Ferrus:

The bathroom door creaked open softly as Ferrus stepped out, garbed in nothing but a towel. He'd insisted on rinsing away the sweat of the day so he could be fresh for you before you spent your first night together as husband and wife.

In truth, Ferrus was gathering himself. Collecting his thoughts and trying to calm his pounding hearts. He saw you laid out on the bed and was uncharacteristically uncertain. His gleaming metallic hands held the towel even more firmly. You were a vision, the women he loved and the one he wished to bear his blooded sons.

Stepping up to the bed, Ferrus watched you raise your hands to invite him to join you. Your voice carried up to him, saccharine and warm.

"There is something I must confess." He admitted m, not allowing himself to hide the truth any longer.

His normally pale cheeks colored ever so slightly.

"What is it?" You asked. Ferrus sat on the edge of the bed.

"I have never been intimate with anyone before. I have had opportunities in the past. But I did not."

You took his words in and nodded. Not so much surprised but curious you asked. "Why not?"

Ferrus met your eyes and lifted one hand to tilt your chin up, his fingers so big compared to yours, and you placed a hand on his wrist.

"I have never wanted to before. You are the only one I have ever found to make me feel otherwise."

Your lips curled up in a gentle smile. "You're the only one I want to be with as well."

Ferrus nodded, and a rare ghost of a smile graced his lips.

"I will do my best to be as gentle as I can."

"I know. I trust you, and we'll figure this out together." You freed your chin from his hand and crawled into his lap to kiss him.

His lips were bigger than yours, but you made it work. And you would always make it work. Because he was worth it.

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Stained Glass Primarchs: Vulkan

The Lord of Drakes may not possess the dazzling charisma of Fulgrim or Horus, nor the angelic presence of Sanguinius. But his pure soul and intense honesty is just as inspiring to his gene-sons than any of those other traits could be.

The first meeting of the terran Salamanders with their nocturnean brothers and Vulkan after they fought a giant Waaagh, is very telling:

When the last of the greenskins was a smouldering corpse, the warriors of Terra and Nocturne regarded each other, and Vulkan saw the alloy he needed had been forged on the fields of Antaeum. Brother had encountered brother and known that they were no longer lost to each other. Numeon and Orasus had kept to within a few metres of Vulkan during the entire rout. Now they dropped to their knees before him. The entirety of the Terran XVIII did the same.

‘No,’ Vulkan said. ‘Rise, my sons. I am your father, not your king. We do not kneel in fealty.’ They looked up at him and, after a hesitation, got to their feet again. Vulkan was not finished. ‘Kneeling is an act of respect. It is a tribute that must be earned. And you have earned it.’ He knelt, and the Legion in its entirety murmured in awe.

Annandale, David. Vulkan: Lord of Drakes (The Horus Heresy Primarchs Book 9) . Games Workshop. Kindle-Version.

Artellus' willingness to make every sacrifice to bring back his Primarch is truly understandable.

If I'll ever go legit, it will be Salamanders.

[grimdarktales]

He’s almost done!!! M’Keb, Hammerlord of the Reforged Sons of Vulkan When the Salamanders arrived at the Istvaan drop site, they were faced with ultimate betrayal, culminating in the unthinkable, the capture/possible death of their lord Vulkan at the hands of the Night Lords. Konrad Curze had utilized a torturous labyrinth designed by Perturabo to inter and antagonize the Lord of Drakes. After determining that Vulkan was quite possibly unkillable, Curze’s philosophy on the conflict shifted. He found the nihilistic violence to no longer fill him with righteous justification, the irony tasted far less sweet than it ever had. He jettisoned the perpetual corpse of the Lord of Drakes into the corrosive atmosphere of Nocturne and departed the system as a rogue to both sides of the conflict. Vulkan, however, was a changed man. How could a being of good, such as the Emperor was said to be, allow anything to exist through such torture? How could his own father abandon him to his psychopathic brother? A thousand times he wished he had died rather than continue the physical and emotional trauma, but he was never granted this. His curse of rebirth plummeted his mind into depths of unfathomable madness, and an utter lack of faith in any cause he had once found vital. Those surviving sons of his legion on Nocturne were conflicted as to the changes they saw in their father, but their unshakeable love for him and empathy for his tremendous grief and suffering resigned them to a path that followed his. Those Salamanders not on Nocturne, and some who originally hailed from Terra, resisted the new direction, until Vulkan conducted a legion-wide cull of those still loyal to the Emperor. M’Keb cried the first time he struck down a brother. He cried the tenth time. There came a point, however, where he no longer shed tears of any kind, for any reason. His heart was hardened to the choices of his lord, and he was now nothing more than a tool of destruction, a hulking Forgelord with a cruel and master-crafted arsenal. The Salamanders have always had a propensity for the use of fire in battle, but these new followers of the Lord of Drakes were utter pyromaniacs... (cont.) https://www.instagram.com/p/CH-jxLUHptS/?igshid=rbp5hs5pkwwp

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The Eldar Gods

*The Aeldari Pantheon is made up of around many deities, many of which are utterly incomprehensible to the average human mind. Each group of the Aeldari, from the noble Asuryani, the malicious Drukhari, the oppurtunistic Mathlanni, the secretive Ishari and the mysterious Harlequins all have their own interpretations of each of the Gods, so it would be impossible to get every single perspective on every single god. However, there are a few that are known to the tongues of Mon’Keigh. This entry will detail those that are the most understood (if one can call comprehending such ancient beings as “Understanding”) of these “Gods”:

-Asuryan, The Phoenix King: the King of the Eldar Pantheon, Asuryan was a fair and just ruler, and represents the innate leadership that all eldar are capable of. All Asuryani consult his teachings, which resulted in the Creation of the Aspect Temples and the Paths of the Craftworld. His Symbol is the Noble Phoenix, a creature that is assumed by many to be extinct, but which many Exodites have said exists upon Worlds of Burning Fire and Searing Heat (which many have automatically assumed means planets such as Nocturne, homeworld of the Primarch Vulkan).

-Khaine, the Bloody-Handed: the War God and often the God most seen by the other Races, he can imbue an Eldar Warrior with so much power that they become an Avatar, provided that they are willing to give up everything to do so. His blood is like burning magma, and the Sword of Khaine is like the Axe of Khorne which can sweep aside entire systems of planets.

-Kurnous, the Hunter: He is the Patriarch of the Exodites, and it was he who protected them from the Birth of She Who Thirsts. When they settled the Maiden Worlds, Kurnous taught them how to tame the Dragons and Drakes of the worlds they inhabited, and also how to hunt, how to build their cities amongst the trees, etc. Every century, Kurnous gives his power to a single King amongst the Ishari, transforming them into an Avatar of Kurnous, known as the Orion. The coming of this great warrior and hunter brings about the Wild Hunt, which is a great military campaign against those who would dare threaten the Ishari.

-Isha, the Mother: The Matriarch of the Eldar and the Mistress of Life itself, she is the mother of the Ishari, the Exodites. Despite the fact that she is currently imprisoned in the Garden of Nurgle, she is still able to channel her power into one of the Worldseers, transforming them into the Avatar of Isha, known as the Ariel.

-Vaul, the Maker: He is the Master of the Forge, who assists in the creation of the great engines of the Eldar Warhosts. He forged the 99 Blades of Khaine, and he also provided the knowledge through which all the Aeldari can create their weapons

-Lileath, the Maiden: She is the Goddess of Innocence, Dream and Fortune, and serves as a beacon and provider of hope to the Eldar people. It was from her that the Prophecy of Hidden Paths was found and it is she who provides the Seers with visions of a bright future, even if said future may never come to pass.

-Cegorach, the Laughing God: Lord and master of the Harlequins, and the god who turned the tide during the War in Heaven. His deceit and trickery knows no bounds, even extending to the other members of the Aeldari Pantheon. When Slaanesh came, he was the only God to escape relatively unscathed. Now he leads the Harlequins in the Dance that Does Not End, which will only be broken during the coming of the Rhana Dandra.

-Morai Heg, the Crone, Goddess of the Fate: It is she who gives the Aeldari the power of Prophecy; however, as with many bargains, it comes at a price. The prophecies are almost always difficult to understand, even for the highly advanced minds of the eldar. It was she who taught the eldar how to bind a soul to a Soul Stone.

-Loec, the Shadow Dancer: Asuryan’s spymaster, and Patron of the Eldar Rangers. God of Shadows and night, it was he who provided the Eldar with their Lithe and nimble musculature, which they use to maneuver across the battlefield like dancers across the stage. It has been theorized by certain inquisitors of the Ordo Xenos that Cegorach and Loec are in fact the same being; however, no one can agree who is the copy of the other, and the Eldar could never even consider that a possibility.

-Hoeth, Lord of Wisdom: the Vizier of Asuryan, and he who assists in those seeking knowledge. He is the giver of understanding, and the provider of factual, logical truth. His teachings provided the basis for all Aeldari knowledge, and it was he who gave the Eldar their immense intellect. He is the patron of scholars, teachers and philosophers.

-Mathlann, Lord of the Deeps: Mathlann is the Patron of the Mathlanni, or the Eldar Corsairs, for their allegiance and their place amongst the Aeldari ebbs and flows like the tides of the Waves. He guides them through the oceans of the Void, and protects them from warp storms and other cosmic disasters. However, while his disposition is normally like the calm of the ocean surface, his anger and wrath can be swift and vengeful, striking like a hurricane leaving just as quickly as it came. Mathnlann is also the patron of the Asuryani who follow the Path of the Mariner.

-Ereth Khial, The Pale Queen: She is the Goddess of the Underworld; it is she who guards the souls of the Eldar and who gives the Soul Stones their protective power. After the fall of the Eldar Empire, her power was severely weakened during the slaughter coming from the Birth of Slaanesh and like her sister Atharti, chose to repurpose herself: She now protects and guides the souls of the dead to the Infinity Circuits of the Asuryani, and protects the souls of those not in possession of Soul Stones as best she can.

-Ladrielle, Lady of Mists: She protects things which are hidden or lost, and the protectors of those who travel through the Webway. Not much else is known about Ladrielle, although some amongst the Ordo Xenos have noted a striking similarity in artwork depicting her and Lileath...

-Hekarti, Mistress of Magic: It was she who gave the Aeldari their natural talent with the warp and the ease with which they wield it. She taught the ancient Aeldari the art of shaping the Runes with which they channel their immense psychic power.

-Anath Raema, the Savage Huntress: One of the two patron gods of the Wych Cults, she instilled the hunter’s instinct into the Wyches, and thrives off the thrill of the hunt. The Drukhari who worship her bring her the heads of great beasts and warriors they have successfully hunted, as well as the heads of those who failed or were too cowardly to accomplish their kill.

-Eldrazor, Lord of Blades: The other Patron God of the Wych Cults, Eldrazor also serves as the Patron of the Incubi. Eldrazor revels in honorable combat, and as such, loaths underhanded or deceitful tactics... in a duel. In the Arenas of Commoragh, where there are often more than two combatants from a dozen different races at a time, there is little time from such things as honor. When a warrior from any race shows extreme prowess 

-Ellinill, Lord of Destruction: Ellinill is a god on par with Khaine in terms of raw power, if he hasn’t surpassed him already. It is good then that he is unable to channel this power directly, for it is said that if he were able to do so, the end of life as we know it would begin: the End Times would commence. How did he lose his power? He once had many hundreds of children, each embodying a facet of destrution... however, when their destructive power threatened his own, he set about consuming each and every one of them, failing to realize that this consumption was weakening him.

-Atharti, Lady of Desire: When the Eldar Empire was at the height of its decadence, Atharti was one of the most powerful Gods of the Aeldari Pantheon. When the fall came, she was severely weakened as Slaanesh gobbled up the souls of those who gave in to their desires and twisted them into the Crone Eldar. Now, Atharti serves another purpose: to assist in the courtship and mating rituals of the Eldar, becoming a Goddess of Fertility amongst the Asuryani of the Craftworlds and the Ishari of the Exodites.

-Nethu, Keeper of the Dead: He is Guardian of the Underworld, who guards the Entrance to the Underworld; never moving, never resting. He only opens the door when his mother, Ereth Khial, the Pale Queen, brings the souls trapped in the Soul Stones into the Underworld. Only when the prophesized God of the Dead, Ynnead, is born will Nethu move, allowing the newborn deity to gorge on the souls of the dead.

-Addaioth, Bringer of Wrath and Fire: one of the elder sons of Ellinill, he is a prideful and arrogant being. Rather than hide like his siblings did when their father was consumed by madness, Addaioth chose to face him head on, which was ultimately his doom. Now, he is an apprentice of Vaul, creating more and more destructive weaponry which will help him kill his father.

-Drakira, Queen of Vengeance: The youngest daughter of Ellinill, she damned her siblings to be consumed by their mad sire. Her realm of destruction is the subtle art of self-destruction; to be consumed by the hatred and anger one feels when retribution fills their every thought and action. She lends her power to those who deserve it most, but said power will cost the recipient a greater amount than they could ever hope to pay back.

-Hukon, the Sunderer: a son of Ellinill, it is said that he is the bringer of great calamities to the Aeldari, whether they be natural disasters or from outside forces. Not much else is known about Hukon.

-Estreuth, Lord of Hunger: while Estreuth is not as widely worshipped amongst the Asuryani, Drukhari or Mathlanni, his place amongst the Ishari cannot be understated. He is the provider of the harvest, who taught the Ishari how to grow crops and raise livestock, and how to live off the lands they now called home. To say that the teachings of Estreuth were integral to the survival of the Exodites would be a severe understatement; while the knowledge of the Hunt and the Forest has assisted the Ishari greatly, without the understanding of the Harvest... there would be no Ishari. If any Aeldari fails to give proper thanks to Estreuth during a bountiful harvest, then the Lord of Hunger will curse them with famine and drought.

-Ynnead, God of the Dead: It is prophesied that a new God will be born in the coming years... One who could challenge the power of She Who Thirsts and who will give the Aeldari a chance to be reborn; however, it is unknown whether Ynnead will be a benevolent protecter, or something far, far worse than even Slaanesh could ever hope to be. Only time will tell what sort of God Ynnead will become.

the Prophecy of Ynnead, also known as the Prophecy of the Hidden Paths, details the coming of the God of the Dead. It states thusly:

Like Ghouls in the Dark, the wicked ones gather, drawn to a Tragedy Unfolding.

Warning twice-given across the span of time, Stifled by pride and Hatred.

The strands of fate shall grow taut at the dawn of the Rhana Dandra.

The death of all Eldar looms large, but fate can be twisted, even broken.

One shall walk the forked path, a threefold truth to weave the skein:

Nemesis of She Who Thirsts, Opener of the Seventh Way.

Long Dead souls gather behind

The rebirth of Ancient Days, Drinking, but not consuming;

Taking in, but giving new life.

In the heat of Khaine’s Wrath, our sorrow will be reforged.

Our destiny becomes a weapon fit to slay a goddess.

The pallid moon of unremembered voices shall turn into a sun

Lit by the flames of unjust wars, a crucible of souls and dreams.

The Stolen Seers, Amassed, Gather unto them the Dead.

Legion, they drift within the sands, Their voices raised as one.

Lambent glow becomes shining beacon, Death knell rises to the herald’s cry.

The blackened shield becomes the sword, The yawning void becomes the path.

The God of the Dead Calls out.

A Whisper so fierce and strong it shall hush the stars forever.

Author’s note: well, this took longer than it conceivably should have.

I hope everyone likes the names i've given to the Exodites and the Corsairs; I think, all things considered, they're pretty good! let me know what you think about all of this!

[ask-artemis-prima]

Rank your brothers from Most Favorite to Least Favorite :-) No holds barred.

1) Kenshin Watanabe, the Dragon - He was the first to accept me into the Imperium after I left the Craftworld. By this time, most of the Galaxy had been conquered, all of my brothers had developed into their own individuals, I had a hard time adjusting to human culture and I was afraid that there would be no use for me outside of a pretty face. Kenshin had the same feelings as well - funny since he was the second - but assured me that, despite our differences, we would all risk our lives to protect one another…. A part of me is glad that he never saw the true horrors of the Heresy.

2) Sanguinius, the Angel - What can I possibly say that so many had not already? He is both graceful and deadly and charismatic to the point it should be a crime. He was the only one of us who truly understood our Father’s vision and plans due to his unique prescient mind that even Magnus did not completely understand. The doubts and… condition he had merely made him more favorable.

3) Vulkan, the Fire Drake - Vulkan was everything that a Primarch should be. Selfless, noble, and caring, and the only one of my brother who took the time to teach me to be human, and how to use a Nocturne forge. I sense a deep sorrow within him though, and my heritage might upset him a great deal. 

4) Jaghatai Khan, the Warhawk - Khan was the soul embodiment of freedom, a trait he taught to his Legion. A tactical genius, we were all meant to be, but rather impulsive in his action. Never the less he was an honorable, and surprisingly cultured man, who had a savage side, but he lived his life as a warrior. Now if he could just find his way out of the Webway!

5) Leman Russ, the Wolf -  Everything I said about Khan, just apply it to Russ. Honestly, it amazes me that these two aren’t the closest of brothers seeing how they are exactly the same. Russ is stubborn, has a savage side, which is most of his side, which makes him quick to anger and quick to mirth, Nevertheless, he is honorable, strong independent streak and loyal to a fault. I know people like to hold Prospero over his head, but Russ was merely the sword that fell the planet, but he merely performed the duty that he was given. To further blame him and his Legion would be redundant, and to show ire solely towards him would be to blind oneself to the true culprits. Then there are those victory parties! I swear if the Imperium ever runs out of promethium, then they can just use Fenrisian Mjord.

6) Magnus, the Red - He had so much potential! On top of being a kind and insightful soul, the boundless imagination made the Gift a mark of pride rather than fear. The contributions to the Imperium, hell the Galaxy at large, could have ended the workings of the Ruinous Powers. My Father might have been the greatest human, but I don’t think he even knew what Nakaea would bring.

7) Corvus Corax, the Ravenlord - One of the few humble ones of my brothers. Corax was always a breath of fresh air when compared to the grandeur haze that the others gave off. He had the same views of freedom and intellectual knowledge as Khan, but possessed the restraint of Vulkan. He always knew when and where the best places to attack and the restraint know when it was over. Plus he and Ephrenia are just adorable together.

8) Ferrus Manus, the Gorgon - If Vulkan is a finely crafted blade, Manus is the hammer that shaped it into perfection. A crude man who despised weakness, the man had an uncanny ability to motivate those around him into superhuman acts of courage. How he and Fulgrim ever became friends I’ll never understand.

9) Rogal Dorn, the Unyielding One - That is putting it lightly. I don’t know who raised him, but I’m guessing that it might have been a glacier. He was rather intelligent in the form of siegecraft, charismatic in his blunt way, but even-tempered, understanding and wise at times. I still don’t believe that a man as unyielding as he could have died in a simple ship explosion.

10) Perturabo, the Lord of Iron - A brother who possessed a cold, calculating logic that even deterred Dorn at times, Perturabo is on that needed to relax the most. Though he had a hard exterior of a gruff stoic demeanor, Perturabo truly cared for those under his charge and was willing to take the jobs that no other Legion wanted - even my own. 

11) Lion El’Jonson, the Lion - Jonson has trust issues. Though he as courageous and honorable as his name entails, the secrets he keeps and his lack of trust in others make me question his stance. That being said, he’s not the type to stab one in the back or deceive an ally in a fight. 

12) Alpharius and Omegreon, the Twins - Though they may look the same, sound the same, and act the same, these two knuckleheads are different from each other. All it takes is a keen eye to find those traits. That being said I have no idea what they are planning or why. All I can do know is bleed Omegron’s Legion until he shows himself.

13) Konrad Curze (does he really need his title?) - So much wasted potential. He could have been the greatest Judicator in the Imperium if the Ruinous Powers didn’t dispose him on the worst planet in the Galaxy with no one to raise him. I pity my brother, no matter how much he hates it.

14) Roboutte Guiliman, the Avenging Son - When I left my home, I found planets that were brought into the Imperium by the Ultramarines. All I heard, from planet to planet, from system to system, were stories and praise of the Primarch known as Guiliman. When I revealed myself to my Father, the only person who I wanted to meet was Guiliman to see if he was the God-like figure that people proclaimed him to be. When I saw him I was… disappointed. I thought to myself that he was not a God, he was merely a man who was grasping for power. It was not until the Heresy when Guiliman showed his true nature as an honorable and caring individual. However, with recent developments, I begin to question whether this is just another scheme. If so, he wears more faces than I do.

15) Mortarion, the Death Lord - Honestly, Mortarion is an absolute mystery to me. Hates war, but slaughters thousands. Despises Psykers, but has the Gift. Rebelled against his first father, then his second, and cannot tolerate his third. I do not understand his motives, only that he like clocks - and hugs.

16) Fulgrim, the Phoenician - Or I like to call the Fop, Fulgrim could have been the Imperium’s greatest artist if his strive of his version of perfection did not cloud his judgment. It does not shock me in the least that he fell to She-Who-Thirsts. That being said, he would host the nicest parties, but I think he only used those as an excuse to show me in a dress. The joke was on him though, because I owned those parties.

17) Angron, the Red Angel - Angron, simply put, was a living weapon. You pointed him at a target and then let him go wild. However, he was fun sparring against. Though I wonder how he would react to know how he was ranked lower than Fulgrim.

18) Horus Lupercal - Though many now curse his name, for making the Galaxy the way it is today, I, for a small amount of time, saw the man in his prime. He had such wisdom, valued all things both great and small, and his charisma was on par with Sanguinius. He was our Father in many ways, and he could have been his successor, but I felt the darkness that was festering inside of him, and in the end that is what caused his demise. And people wonder why I never bowed to him.

19) Lorgar Aurelian - Lorgar was a child playing with a flamer. In a way, he showed that people needed to believe in something greater than themselves, and could have been a great writer and philosopher when the war ended. Though all of that wasted away when he began to preach about beings that he could not comprehend. In his desire to prove that he could, he never once questioned if he should.

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Secrets of the Sun Serpents (part 1)

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The True Origins of the Sun Serpents

Primarch: Angron

Successors of: Renegade faction of loyalist World Eaters

Founding:6th

Founding of the Sun Serpents: Unknown to all but the chapter masters of the first founding chapters (and obviously the Sun Serpents themselves) the Sun Serpents are in fact descendants of the murderous butchers of the World Eaters, during the early days of the Great Crusade, when the World Eaters were known by a different name, more specifically the Sun Serpents are descended from the forces of a company-captain named Narvik.  A peerless veteran of thousands of battles, this leader of the War Hounds commanded the absolute loyalty of those under him, the infectious joy he displayed for battles filled with heroism and glorious tales of victory, as well as his desire to lead by example and know each and every one of his men personally inspired a camaraderie that would endure throughout the Great Crusade and into the tragic events of the Horus Heresy. Along with the rest of the War Hounds Narvik was at first ecstatic at the discovery of his gene-sire Angron. Although he and his men had regularly served under the command of Vulkan; Primarch of the Salamanders and had indeed gained a great and undying respect for the Lord of Drakes, when Angron was found he believed it would be a day of momentous rejoicing as their father returned to lead them. What he found was a broken and rage-filled man, bent on shattering the spirit of the legion Narvik loved.  In an attempt to bond with Angron, to bring him closer to the idealised father-figure that the other Primarchs were seen as, Narvik was one of the first members of the War Hounds to join the cadre of veterans that called themselves the Devourers, offering themselves as confidants and bodyguards to the Red Angel. But as shown by history, the Lord of the Red Sands spurned their attempts at brotherhood, too wrapped up in his spite and hatred. So, as time went on the bloody-handed touch of Angron began to infect and rot away the savage nobility that the War Hounds had once displayed and replace it with mindless slaughter, the breaking point for Narvik however was not the gladiatorial death-matches to settle disputes it was the mandatory implementation of the Butcher's Nails. This edict enraged the captain, he had seen the effects of the surgery on the minds of an astartes, it had made his Primarch into a hate-filled monster ruled by bloodlust, at first Narvik attempted to persuade his brothers to reject their liege-lord's command, to see the madness inherent in it. Tragically these pleas were ignored and the path to damnation for the World Eaters had begun. In response Narvik gathered the men under his command and retreated to his ship: Solar Wrath before sending this message to Angron and his equerry Khârn. "You may be my gene-sire Angron but you will never be my Primarch. A Primarch brings a sense of purpose and brotherhood to his legion. You turned the War Hounds into a pack of rabid animals, howling for blood and carnage. You shattered the bonds that tied us together with your accursed implants, you hammered these vile abominations into our heads and now you have the temerity to demand that I and the brothers I command submit to those technological parasites?! No. I will not. My brothers and I tried once to bond with you, to offer ourselves as your personal warriors, as your Devourers. You rejected us, as I now reject you. You did not command me during the battle of Eplis III, lord Vulkan did. You did not inspire me and my company to strike back at the Xenos that slaughtered them on Ce Acatl, lord Vulkan did. You are not my Primarch Angron. Vulkan is." Before Angron could react to what was essentially open mutiny, Narvik and his men fled into the depths of space becoming blackshields; astartes without masters wandering the void of space as they wished. From that point on no one heard from Narvik and his 'Nocturne Serpents' (as a furious Angron had called them, meaning to slight them for their betrayal of the 12th and their reverence for Vulkan) however that all changed after the slaughter on Istavaan III. When captain Nathaniel Garro brought news of Horus' betrayal to those loyal to the God-Emperor the galaxy exploded in turmoil, thus as the chaos of the Horus Heresy ravaged the galaxy the Nocturne Serpents returned to do their duty to their true lord and master: the God-Emperor of Mankind. Just after the Dropsite Massacre a company of World Eaters, battered and exhausted entered the Sol System. The response was overwhelming and immediate, Rogal Dorn and a contingent of his most elite Imperial Fists teleported onto the bridge of the ship, ready to annihilate the treasonous interlopers. Instead they found not the host of blood drunk World Eaters that they were expecting, they found War Hounds; each one brimming with unfathomable and righteous fury at the betrayal wrought by Angron. Striding forwards the ever forthright Rogal Dorn demanded answers, Narcik was only too happy to oblige. The exchange that took place has since been immortalised in the history of the Sun Serpents as their founder's greatest moment. "Why do you come before us World Eater? Are you and your men here to answer for your Primarch's appalling crimes?" "With respect lord Dorn, don't you ever dare call that, pathetic bastard my Primarch. I come here to offer myself and my men up to a someone who truly deserves our loyalty. I have come here for lord Vulkan." And so the Nocturne Serpents rejoined the Imperium, flinging themselves into heaviest fighting, harrying the traitors with savage and surgical strikes using a long forgotten muster world known as Ce Acatl as their base.  Though their attacks were devastating, the cost of them was high and by the end of the heresy the Nocturne Serpents had been reduced to a mere fifty astartes and, perhaps most tragically of all, Narvik had fallen in battle against Angron, in perhaps their most daring attack, the Serpents attempted to board and sabotage the World Eater's flagship: The Conquerer. Much to their horror however, they discovered the end result of the Shadow Crusade; the newly daemonic Angron rampaged through the boarding astartes ripping them apart with unholy fury, in an attempt to save his brethren Narvik sacrificed himself, detonating a hole into the Conquerer and spacing the daemon primarch (his progenoids removed and his weapon; a guardian Spear commonly wielded by the adeptus custodes that had been crafted for him by Rogal Dorn to honour his loyalty as taken by those few survivors) saving his battle-brothers temporarily stalling the World Eaters. In the wake of the heresy the fifty surviving Serpents were placed in stasis vaults by Roboute Guilliman, to be awakened and released into the Imperium at a later date and so the Nocturne Serpents slept, waiting for the day they would awaken to serve their Emperor again...