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The Emperor of Mankind

Loyalist Primarchs

Lion El'Jonson, The Lion, Primarch of the Dark Angels

Jaghatai Khan, The Warhawk, Primarch of the White Scars

Leman Russ, The Wolf King, Primarch of the Space Wolves

Rogal Dorn, The Praetorian of Terra, Primarch of the Imperial Fists

Sanguinius, The Great Angel, Primarch of the Blood Angels

Ferrus Manus, The Gorgon, Primarch of the Iron Hands

Roboute Guilliman, The Avenging Son, Primarch of the Ultramarines

Vulkan, Lord of Drakes, Primarch of the Salamanders

Corvus Corax, The Raven Lord, Primarch of the Raven Guard

Chaos Primarchs

Horus Lupercal, The Warmaster, Primarch of the Sons of Horus

Fulgrim, The Phonecian, Primarch of the Emperor's Children

Perturabo, The Hammer of Olympia, Primarch of the Iron Warriors

Konrad Curze, The Night Haunter, Primarch of the Night Lords

Angron, The Red Angel, Primarch of the World Eaters

Mortarion, The Death Lord, Primarch of the Death Guard

Magnus the Red, The Red Cyclops, Primarch of the Thousand Sons

Lorgar Aurelian, The Urizen, Primarch of the Word Bearers

Alpharius / Omegon, The Lord of Serpents, Primarch(s) of the Alpha Legion

Will you stand with me?

We will murder Murder together, Horus replied.

It's about a imagine scene on the Murder.

His Brother, His Bird

Horus was not, at first, skilled in—or rather, he had no idea how—to braid another's hair. But when his angelic brother, Sanguinius, came aboard the Vengeful Spirit to learn from him by the Emperor's command, Horus gradually mastered this craft. In the beginning, Sanguinius would often let out soft hisses at Horus's unskilled techniques, and strands of that molten-gold hair would remain caught in his palm, each one stirring a deep sense of guilt within Horus.

But as time passed, he perfected the art. The golden river flowed under his hands as he wove it into styles both practical and resplendent.

In certain moments, Horus would think to himself: This is too much like keeping a pet. You provide them with food, shelter, and trust, and in the end, you must also tend to their wings. And they, in turn, would place their complete faith in you, even drifting off into a daze in your arms.

Just Horus Eating

Despite Sanguinius' foresight, his visions weren't specific on which Horus he would be meeting. The borrowed cloak and pelt masked the scent, too.

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