#gilderblade

The Morning was quiet, and I was alone in the kitchen, the sound of my bacon, and eggs sizzling on the griddle as I contemplated from last night. No one was coming into the kitchen, so I opted to be alone while cooking, which was for the better. I had a better time thinking and relaxing when making breakfast. I heard footsteps only to see Malcador walk in, clad in a robe and some slippers.

"Good morning, Faline" He greeted and I nodded looking at him, plating my eggs

"Morning. I have Coffee brewing in the pot and it is fresh. and That Tea brewer, I am in love with, I made some tea in there. I want this so bad." I said, slightly a little too excited as Malcador removed a mug from the hook.

"You can have it after." He said and I dropped my jaw and grinned excitedly. He poured himself a cup of the Dark roast coffee and then took a nice sip. I continued my cooking, the bacon almost to my liking, so I went to the avocado on the cutting board to cut it. There was silence now, and my mind drifted back to Lorgar last night. How he declared me as the Primarch's torturer, but I was now doubting. Malcador cleared his throat and I turned to him, and he was looking at me. I took it he was hearing my thoughts, like any of the psykers here. and I huffed.

"It still bothers me. He came up here, with his whole chest and told me I am making them relive their traumatic moments, and making them feel bad emotionally and that I should feel bad. I am not a torturer."

"It is because Lorgar never learned accountability. He was raised in a Theocratic planet that graced the very sand he walked on and his word held the heaviest weight out of everyone that led upon it." Malcador said to me. "He is reminded of the consequences of his first act as the first Heretic and he can not handle the fact it has caused a domino effect that ruined all that was worked on. His best defense is to place it on the very person who is teaching him and calling him out on what he done." He finished his coffee and then sighed, and continued. "You are a human, so He thinks you will be easier to break down just so he can avoid that accountability. The Emperor told you to read Lorgar's book before Sanguinius, because of this."

I listened, silently, walking to the island with my plate of bacon, Eggs, toast and Avocado. Malcador waved a hand and any cooking mess that was there was now gone, and I looked back at him.

"You know I could have done all that." I said to him and He got up, nodding.

"I know, but this is my house. What kind of host would I be if I let my guest do the cleaning?" He stated before he walked away, and he disappeared out of the Kitchen. I smiled, but as soon as he disappeared, I wiped the frown from my face and ate alone for a bit, going to pick up the book when Magnus appeared from nowhere, the slight change in atmosphere when he materialized in front of the island. He looked at my plate, and he materialized one of his own a copy of my breakfast, then sat down across from me, and materialized a fork.

"How much of that did you hear, Magnus?" I said, taking a bite of my toast. He just smiled, his own fork swirling the egg yolk.

"I have heard it all. and For what it is worth, as much as Lorgar and I get along, he is not correct on a few things." He said. I sighed, listening to Magnus as I took a bite of my avocado.

"It is obvious of course, I mean, I did not do this to torment you all, its just a place to give you space to find peace, and happiness. Lorgar, being the Wordsmith he is, is twisting it. and I think Malcador is right. This is a tantrum right?" I asked him and Magnus nodded, but he did not answer as he was eating his own avocado. There was silence at first as I finished my avocado then Magnus finally spoke up again.

"If this helps you, Faline," Magnus said softly, his eye looking at me, and I gazed at it back. "This form of Magnus, the one you brought to Selleton, is grateful you did. If you did not, I would be reliving every memory still. And that is a torture as well."

"Your daemon form, however" I asked curiously. "Does he know of your form being here, wouldn't he come and like, hunt you down if he wishes to reform." I saw Magnus look away slightly, then he shook his head.

"No, The form of the Daemon Prince seems to want this form left alone. I guess my entirety knows this is what was needed." I was quite satisfied with that answer. the last thing I need is a Tzeentch riddled Magnus crushing me like an ant and destroying everything here. I shuddered at the thought and Magnus seemed to know what I was thinking and chuckled. I looked slightly Aplologetic and took bite of my egg, but then Magnus spoke up.

"You have one more question for me?" I looked up again, then sighed, slighly embarrassed. I nodded.

"yes, but I just, it had to do with our little spat before we ended up here. I am sorry for saying that." I told him and he responded with a small wave of his hand.

"You are not the first to call out my insecurities and flaws, Faline." He said pointing his fork at me. "You will Not be the last."

"Okay, here is my question. you directly asked me to come here, you begged to be brought here, How come you accepted this, instead of any redemption from the Emperor?" Magnus slowed his eating, and then took the final bite of his breakfast, his plate moving from the island to the sink, and he took my own empty plate and did the same.

"Well, aside from the threat assessment he knew came from my own power, he did not want to lose me as an asset to the Imperium. I did not want his apology, because of how he handled it. He sicced the Space wolf on me, so I took that personally. You, however. You gave me something that made me decide to give you a chance. you offered solace seeing the pain."

"One more, then I will leave you alone." I said, and he nodded, before getting up from his seat. "Is my purpose to teach you all humanity? For 18 Primarchs?"

"Some need it more than others. But that is a good start." With that, he did finally leave and I looked away looking down at the book of Guilliman and I took it, walking out of the kitchen, and into the large Living room. Mounted on the large wall was a luxurious TV and under it all was crystal balls, geodes and small trinkets on the shelf below it. I managed to sit down upon the Arm chairs and sighed at the comfort of it. Malcador knows how to think of a wonderful house. I leaned back and then put my phone down upon the table, and then opened Guilliman's book. Before I began Oliver passed by and he waved.

"By the way, sis, I have Mortarion's book. So You do not have to worry about him. I got you." I gave him a thumbs up and he continued to the large bathroom down the hall, his toiletries, towel, robe and clothes in his arms. I relaxed, hearing the sound of the door closing, then the sound of the Primarchs all starting to move around. I was in a state, though. As soon as I opened the book, There has been 4 of them looking in the living room, seeing me read, and then leaving me be. Sanguinius, Dorn, Perturabo, and Lion, to be specific. I was quite shocked none of them bothered me while I was reading, they made sure I was comfortable and reading quietly. Half way into Guilliman's book, I heard Oliver and he tapped my shoulder.

"Hey, sis. I finished Mortarion's book, how are you doing?" He said, and I looked at the book, put my deer Bookmark in it and then put it down upon the table and stretched.

"I am half way done, but I was sitting down too long. How is the snow out there?" I said and Oliver shrugged.

"Seems like it is falling a good bit, but that is not stopping Rogal Dorn, and Leman being out there. Last time I saw the others, they were out there, doing some sort of training." Oliver had a devilish look about him. I knew he was going to go out there to watch Primarchs train and fight, I think he was waiting for me.

"I might join them. I need to stretch my legs anyway." Oliver looked giddy as he walked with me, and sure enough, when we walked out the Front door, we saw Lion leaning forward upon the deck railing, looking out at the front, seeing Leman and Angron circling each other in a makeshift snow arena, some snow shoveled up in piles around them. Leman was growling, baring his teeth, and Angron was in a guarded stance, but his fists up. Leman charged and Angron went to land a right hook, but Leman seamlessly dodged, and landed an uppercut, sounding out with a snarl as Angron took the hit. Angron grinned, blocking his chain of attacks, and then used his body as a spear to knock him in the snow, the snow kicking up. Oliver was beaming with excitement watching them duel and I leaned on the deck with Lion. Lion just nodded his head, watching the two Primarchs continue their battle, and then spoke up.

"Angron seems to be in more control of his fighting style, due to the ease of control of the leftover nails." Lion observed. "Leman Russ is at an advantage, however. because he trained in weather conditions like this."

"You don't say." Oliver said appreciating the view of course and I shook my head. Leman was tossed off of Angron's back, and Angron roared, the nails starting to dig a little deeper due to his fighting, and Leman skidded across the snow and he took advantage of Angron's rising fury.

"You got this Bestie!" Oliver cheered, and Angron planted himself upon the snow, and Grabbed Leman's body, holding him down from attacking, both of them snarling as they were locked in a battle of strength.

"Faline" Lion called out to me, and I looked at him. "you seem less stressed watching us fight and spar." I nodded my head, slightly and sighed.

"I was anxious due to your power levels. I mean do you blame me?" I answered. "I was nervous about the destruction that can come up. But I came to realize, that you are big boys who can control yourselves in fights and are smart enough to find places to keep the destruction to a minimum."

"I am flattered." Lion said blankly, but his tone showed he had gratitude. We continued to watch the fight, seeing Angron lifting Leman in the air and slamming him in the snow, and Leman swiped away and cut at his neck, getting up and Angron slid back.

"With Angron able to think more strategically, I see that he could have been more formidable without the nails, but with minimal bite of them, I say even with his anger rising, he can still manage against a Pack fighter like Leman Russ.." Lion spoke up again. Oliver nodded as Leman and Angron just bumped fists for a good fight well done, and Angron dropped himself in the snow, seeming he was cooling off from the fight.

"I found out cold water or anything cold helps ease the pain of the Nails too, so he is using the snow as a way to cool off." Oliver said.

"I mean that makes sense," I said, as Sanguinius came out, his wings behind him fluttering at the cold. and Oliver smiled.

"Hi there." Oliver said in a sweet voice. Sanguinius smiled and then looked out seeing Angron in the snow breathing heavily.

"Is Angron okay?" He asked, and I waved.

"He was fighting Leman and now he's using the snow to ease his nails." I said. "I decided to take a break from reading and watch you guys destroy the snow here!" I said with a bit of humor. Sanguinius grinned.

"I can make an Accurate Snow angel if you want." He quipped and Oliver and I laughed, as Angron finally got up and shook the snow off himself. I then gasped then I rifled through my pockets, then pulled out my keychain.

"You Primarchs wanna play a game?" I said, pulling out my Bambi keychain, removing it from my keys and then holding it up. Lion rose an Eyebrow, Sanguinius was observing it and Angron crossed his arms.

"A Game? will it include everyone here?" Lion asked.

"It will include every Primarch who wishes to participate." I said dangling it. "And me and Oliver. So the game is Keep away. One Primarch starts with this Keychain and the others have to try any means to possess it and the cycle continues.

"So whoever has the keychain the others have to take it from them and then they will have to keep the others from taking it." Sanguinius asked and I nodded. "I like it. who will be the first."

"Wait, there are rules." I said, holding the keychain back. "You HAVE to have the Keychain on you at all times, no storing it in any safe or box or anything. It HAS to be visible for others to see it, and easy to swipe. For Psykers, no storing it in another dimension, and Bedtimes and Mealtimes are considered blackout times. so no trying to take it during those times. No Killing or serious injury. Whoever swipes it gets a point, and whoever has the most points during our time staying in this manor, wins."

Each of them were listening and Oliver rose a hand and I pointed. "Oliver?"

"Can I blackmail to get the keychain?" Oliver asked and Lion stared at Oliver.

"That is dastardly."

"Better hand me that keychain or else people will know your skin care routine." Oliver playfully teased and Sanguinius chuckled at that and Lion crossed his arms.

"I do accept these terms and I am unable to be blackmailed, Oliver, so you can forget about it." Oliver chuckled and I looked over trying to find out who will be first. I looked at Lion and I handed the Keychain to him. He took it, then Fastened it upon his necklace.

"What better than the start of this game than to let the First be the first to have the Keychain." Sanguinius said slightly excited for this little game. I nodded in Agreement. and Lion adjusted the chain, so it was not too loose on his neck.

"And I take it you and Oliver will be joining in on this?" he asked and I nodded.

"Of course. That is my Keychain, I want it back." I said, and Lion turned to see Leman grinning. He already seemed ready to go, ready to take the keychain from Lion.

"It seems we will be beginning." Lion said, and then Without Warning, Leman swiped, and Lion dodged effortlessly and the game has begun. With Lion vaulting over the rail, Sanguinius, Leman, Oliver, Angron ran down the steps, and Lion sprinted to the outer field. I Laughed, and ran down ready to join as well, going to the outer field to chase after Lion. It seemed the first few Primarchs were quite elated at this game. Leman signaled me to get to the right, and Angron to the left, Lion and Sanguinius were locked in blocks and punches. Sanguinius fast with his jabs, and Lion even faster with his blocks. Leman tackled at him, but Lion stepped back, Causing Sanguinius to Fly up in the sky and I decided to take the chance. I ran up reaching for the keychain, but Lion swiftly, grabbed my arm, making me gasp, twirling me and then dropping me in the snow, making me laugh. Lion finally got a chance to run and Angron was hot on his heels, Charging until He finally tackled and Got Lion, ripping the Necklace from his neck, and it flew high above the sky.

"GET THE KEYCHAIN!!" I yelled in delight and Sanguinius went to dive, when it landed on the ground, in the snow. I tried to outrun the Angel, laughing as he went to grab the keychain. He landed only to see the Keychain was in front of Konrad Curze, who was looking down at it in curiosity. He picked it up and examined the Keychain, weaving it around his fingers and grinning slightly. Sanguinius floated down and the Konrad looked at Sanguinius, holding the prize, the Keychain safe around the Night Haunter's fingers

"That is Faline's, Curze." Sanguinius said, holding out his hand as a good gesture to return the keychain. Konrad looked at his brother's outstretched hand and then shielded the keychain, holding it against his chest then squinted his eyes.

"I listened to the conversation you all had outside. Said that this is a game. To keep this Keychain and defend it from the others. Is that true?" Konrad glanced at me, then I looked away, pursing my lips, trying to act innocent.

"I mean. Technically.. yes." I said, and Konrad took the Keychain and then he fastened it as a necklace around his neck and smiled. I knew Konrad had a right to play, but damn this was rough. To any Primarch who wishes to Participate.

"Damnit. you let Konrad Curze have the Keychain he will fight to keep it." Leman yelled out.

"I mean, that IS the game right?" Oliver yelled out, and Konrad grinned his usual toothy grin and sprinted away. Sanguinius bolted after his brother yelling out that he was going to get him and I slumped my shoulders.

"In Curze's defense, This game can include him as well." I said, as Lion pinched the bridge of his nose.

"That is true. But that means we all have to strategize. Konrad will expect and Foresee everything." He said and he looked out.

"Russ, Angron, Lets go. Before Sanguinius gets it."

I watched the three about to head out to get the keychain. I wondered what have I done, seeing them take a game so seriously. Angron just grumbled as he was staring down at his fingers, as if he was a little disappointed he doesn't have the Keychain.

"I almost had it, but it slipped in my fingers." He growled and Oliver sighed and patted his arm.

"Ah, Dont worry bestie. We have the Entire time we stay in this Manor, you have a chance to get it!" Angron just grunted as we all walked back to the front area of the Field,

"That was a close call, but that means we have to search for the Night Haunter to get the Keychain back. Leman?" Lion looked straight at Leman and Leman nodded leading the way to search for Konrad, when I stopped, hearing the sound of snow crunching under heavy boots. and I turned to see someone, in some beige outrider outfit, a hood over his head, and keeping his face hidden as he walked up the house. Lion stopped, and moved to the stranger, placing Oliver and me behind him, and crossing his arms, ready to fight if needed.

"State your business, this is Private Property." Lion stated loudly, and the hooded figure looked up slightly, and Lion and I saw the scarred lips, gaunt and pale tone on his face and a strand of black hair in his face, as he looked up at the First. Oliver gasped audibly and then he gently tapped me.

"Mortarion is here?!." He whispered. "I did not expect him to come so soon. Geez he is roughed up!"

Mortarion looked at Lion at first then he shifted it on over to me and Oliver, Just behind Lion and he spoke softly

"I am looking for someone named Faline Cross." His voice was deep, but there was a slight rasp of it, like a scratchy sore throat. It sounded like it hurt. I moved between Leman and Lion and I rose my hand. The Figure, who is now confirmed to be Mortarion, lowered his head to look right at me, and his lip curled.

"You must be Mortarion, Primarch of the Death Guard. I am Faline." I was slightly nervous, but then held out my hand wondering if he will take it as a greeting. I kept myself calm despite the nerves rising in meeting a new Primarch. Lion glanced at Mortarion as I kept my hand out, and watched his move. Mortarion looked at my hand as if it was oozing poison and he grimaced then looked up at my face. I got a good look at his scarred face, pale and skinny, like he has not had a good meal in ages. When his amber orange eyes met mine, I saw in them, hatred, annoyance. I had a chill up my spine, and it was not from the winter air. My hand slowly lowered.

"Good, to put the face in name of the person I will kill.." Mortarion said, and I stepped back, and Leman, Angron and Lion Shielded me from him, a shield made of superhuman beings, as Mortarion went to advance, but stopped short at the movement of his brothers. His expression showed fury now, blocked from his mission to end me then and There. I jumped back and slightly screeched, Oliver holding his chest, like he was clutching some pearls.

"You can try, Mortarion, and you will lose." Leman growled, and I stepped back a bit more, trying to move away from the entire situation. Oliver was slack jawed, wide mouth, seeing how fast everything escalated.

"Wait, wait, Why do you want to kill me? I did not do anything." I said out loud and Mortarion shot a glare at me. It was a type of glare that looked like he was going to melt me with his sight. I hated it.

"My Legion was in danger, Rotting from the inside out, suffering from the plagues that I could have saved them from. Only for me to be plucked away from them, to a new place, a new world. and was told that the Reason of this was someone named FALINE CROSS!! You took me from my legion. They could be DEAD because of you!"

"Wait, wait. you were.. with your Legion?! I dont understand, I—" I tried to get more from his rant but he Pushed further on Leman, Leman growling outwardly, trying to keep Mortarion away from me.

"I do not have to explain myself to you, Psyker. You took me away from them and you will pay with your life!" he growled, but Leman pushed him back. Mortarion snarled at Leman and shouted at the top of his lungs. "MOVE NOW!"

"You are not going through and touching Faline, Mortarion, Back off now!" Leman yelled. Mortarion knew going to me and Oliver was going through Angron, Lion and Leman Russ, and He paced like an Agitated tiger in a cage, then he finally pointed at me, his tone turning accusatory.

"What Kind of witch are you to be able to use my brothers as barricades, and influence them to defend you."

"Mortarion, she is no Psyker." Lion declared. "she has no power, or abilities. We already checked."

"Liar." Mortarion accused. "If she was no Psyker, why would you be shielding her from me. She is the very key to get back to my legion." Oliver was now frowning at all of this and he was sighing, which I know is his sign he is annoyed.

"Oh my goodness, can you stop whining at least? I was the one who read your book, not my sister. Where is the same energy for me, Mortarion." Oliver called out and I looked at my brother. Mortarion knitted his brow.

"Who are you?" he demanded.

"Oliver Cross, Faline's better looking brother."

"Matters not. I can kill you then for taking me from my—"

Before Mortarion finished that sentence, Angron put his hand around Mortarion's throat and he growled, closing it around Mortarion's neck and bringing him closer. Oliver dropped his jaw at the action.

"You TOUCH Oliver, Mortarion, I will snap your skinny little neck." Angron gritted his teeth, his fury rising at the mere thought of Mortarion attacking Oliver. Mortarion gazed at Angron's snarling face, and Oliver had both his hands on his cheeks, hiding his blush.

"Angron, You know you do not have to snap his neck for me. I am just your nurse." He said, trying to de-escalate Angron. Angron lightly moved his head to look at Oliver with the corner of his eye.

"I Do not have to, That is true." he Said lifting Mortarion further above Angron's height, Making Mortarion grip the World Eater's massive hand, trying to pry the fingers off his neck. "But I will if anyone dares lay a hand on you." Angron finished still sneering at his brother. Oliver now covered his face and he made a noise that sounded close to a boiling teapot. I finally sighed then stepped forward, and rose my hands.

"Can we all just calm down." I called out, and patted Angron's Shoulder. Angron huffed sizing up his brother, then he lowered Mortarion back in the snow, releasing his grip from his neck. "Mortarion, if you are willing, we can tell you all that is going on. you at least deserve an explanation." I said to Mortarion as he rubbed his neck and then looked over at me, hearing my attempt to calm things down. He still was on Heavy Guard, glaring and not being as receptive as the others.

"I do not even think there is any explanation. Some woman, who claims to have no abilities, no powers, yet my brothers defend her, and her brother is the cause of my appearance to this place." He continued to pace again, and kept his eye on both me and Oliver. I looked at Oliver and then back at Mortarion.

"I Do not know what was going on before you arrived, and I do not know what your Legion is going through before you ended up here, and for that I am sorry, but please, Can you let us talk to you before anything, explain what is going on, and explain why all of your brothers are here?"

Mortarion squinted his eyes at first, glared even, and he trned his head. Oliver was watching all of this. Angron was ready to pounce on him again if he threatened either of us. Lion and Leman were both crossing their arms, watching the entire Encounter, and sized up Mortarion. The Death Guard Primarch knew he was outnumbered, and outmatched, so he relented and he followed all of us back into the front door, out of the cold and out of the now falling snow.

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The Fireplace was lit and it brought a warmth in the house, that made me relax, even with my coat now on the rack. Oliver and Angron sat upon the couch, and Lion leaned on the doorframe, while Mortarion walked in, taking in his surroundings. He made no move to sit, when I sat upon the Armchair.

"This is too much to take in," Mortarion said.

"I have not said anything." I said to him

"You do not have to. One moment I was on the Endurance, then the next, I was in snow covered hills, shivering and not even plagued by anything that hit my legion. Are all my brothers here."

"Not yet" Oliver spoke up. "Faline is working on Guilliman and she will be reading Vulkan's book. Mortarion just nodded, then removed his hood, his black hair in thin strands falling down and Oliver grimaced at how sickly he looked.

"Oh honey, you stay with me and I'll help you get healthy." Oliver blurted and Mortarion turned his head to Oliver, as if he had the audacity to say that to him.

"Anyway" Mortarion said trying to ignore Oliver's offer for help (which i knew pissed off Oliver), "That means Horus is here. Let me speak to him." There was silence. I looked at Lion and Angron and they turned away.

"About that. Horus will not be joining us either." I said finally. Mortarion squinted his eyes.

"And that is decided by who? You? Do you have the gavel to judge which Brother gets taken to you or not?" I frowned hearing that question and I spoke again.

"N-no. I have no choice on that matter. If I did have the choice, I would have brought him here." I really meant it, Horus would have been here by now, if it were up to me, but somehow Mortarion giving me that skeptical and hostile face made me pause. I continued again. "It was the Emperor's choice." I finally said it. Something in Mortarion's gaze changed. It shifted entirely from caution to pure aggression. Like the mention of the Emperor triggered his fight response. He grinned, not from happiness, but maliciously, like he found a flaw in something.

"oh. So there it is." He began, an ironic laugh coming from his lips. "The Emperor set this up. My Father. A Man who claims what is right for Humanity. Creating us to destroy those that are not in his vision. The Tyrant with the face of benevolence. You are merely an agent of The emperor, blindly loyal to him, bending the knee to a man who did not care for us." He turned away now, moving to the door, "I will not participate in this farce, and You will not force me to. Take me back to my legion, now. I refuse to listen to loyal lapdogs of my Father." he said, his teeth gritted at the mentions of the Emperor.

"I have made NO statement that we were loyal to the Emperor, Mortarion. This all started when he gave me you and your brother's books and wrote to me "give them a new perspective" that was it."

Mortarion just scoffed turning away, not listening or swaying to my objections. He turned back, then he stepped toward me, taking a single step with cause.

"You may not say it, but these actions I am hearing about show you are." I stepped back and Lion got off of the door ready to intervene. "You accepted this, from the Emperor. You Accepted my brothers here in this new place, for the Emperor. You make friends with them. FOR the Emperor. It just screams reconnaissance and then sabotage. How do I know you are not relaying everything we are telling you to him, like a little bird in his ear whispering what you find out about us? I do not accept this at all. Take me back and maybe I have some time left to save my Legion."

I sighed in exasperation and then looked at Oliver. Oliver just shrugged. He had nothing else to say. Neither did I. All I can do is tell him the truth. They were stuck here. "I do not have the Emperor on Speed dial if that is what you think. He will not even talk to me." I spoke in frustration. all I could do was tell him all I know and what I can control. "There is no possible way I can take you back to where you were before, there is no way to return you. I am sorry." I said in defeat and Mortarion continued to stare at me like I was dirt.

"Of course." He sneered, straightening up, "Leave me in a world I do not know of, only to be tormented by a couple of weak beings who claim are not psykers loyal to the tyrant that I am supposed to call Father. Just my Luck." Mortarion just turned around, and he was facing Lion now, who was looking down at him, glaring him down and Mortarion just returned his gaze with equal hatred. Mortarion then shoulder checked his brother and then walked down the hall of the Manor and disappeared in one of the rooms. As soon as I heard the door slam, I exhaled and held my face with both my hands. Oliver just smiled, trying to ease the already heavy tension.

"He seems nice. Charming really." Oliver said playfully. I stared at him and Oliver got up. "Okay he is prickly and whiny. so what? He is pissed. He did not want to tell us what was going on and why he wanted to go back to his legion and he accused us of being Psykers. Did you not hear him call you a Psyker? With a Hard R!? The man has issues."

"You don't say!" I said aloud as Angron got up and Lion continued looking down the hall where Mortarion walked down.

"He is not receptive to anything we say. so what can get him to warm up to us or even adapt to this new place to him?" Oliver asked.

"I don't think there is ANY changing his mind." I said putting my hands down from my face, and pointed down the hall. "He is set on talking to Horus and Horus can not even come here. and You heard how he hates Psykers so I can't ask Malcador. This one stumps me for sure." I ran my hand in my hair, the stress getting to me.

"Well, here is what we got from that entire encounter!" Oliver said, then counting each point with his hand. "He hates all forms of Tyranny, he hates Psykers, so Magnus and Malcador will not get to him. And the Emperor is Both a Tyrant AND a psyker in his eyes, therefore, he hates US because he believes we are boot licking agents of the Emperor."

"What if he was right, though" I asked, and Lion turned to me, Angron straightened, but the faint twitch of his face showed now the Nails were itching at him. "What if the Emperor is using us to get the Rest of the Primarchs in a better emotional state and then Start over for the Imperium, so he can do this over again with out the Heresy?" I asked. Oliver sighed, then looked at both Angron and Lion. I knew what that entailed. I did not know if that was the end game for the Emperor, but it was a possibility

"Then that is the biggest dick move The Emperor would ever do. But he also has to factor in if any of the Primarchs will return to that time." Oliver pointed out and then I lowered my head, now fully thinking. That does seem like something the Emperor would do. Send them back, let me and Oliver befriend them, give them humanity, but then send them back in their future, and use the effort to try to avoid the Heresy. I got up and then I grabbed Guilliman's Book.

"I need to Talk to Malcador." I said, and Oliver nodded but before we Dispersed, Sanguinius appeared upon the balcony, holding up my keychain and grinned. Lion gently chuckled, and I smiled, seeing Sanguinius was now holding the chain.

"I will come after you, Angel!" I called out, the slight levity just what we need after Mortarion.

"No, It is my turn for the Keychain, Come here." Angron stomped to the Stairs and Sanguinius silently moved down the hall, laughing, Angron now focused on the Keychain game. I kept it to myself, but I hoped Angron got the Keychain.

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I entered the Office, seeing one single man on the desk, and it was Alpharius. I slumped my shoulders, only for him to look up at me.

"Malcador is not here, Faline" He said, and I just sighed. "you can talk to me instead." He quipped, steepling his fingers.

"Uhh, I think I will pass, Alpharius. It was just something between me and Malcador. Mortarion is here and well, things went south" I said, and suddenly I heard a step behind me, I turned to see Omegon behind me.

"But we are great listeners. perhaps this has to do on what you think The Emperor wants out of this entire ordeal. Why does he want all of his sons to be given a life like this." Omegon, or Alpharius asked, and I squinted my eyes.

"Please Don't act like the Siamese cats from Lady and the Tramp. I am going to get headaches." I said, and Alpharius just got up from his chair. They were silent, Omegon was already gone again, and I just rolled my eyes. "You guys have been listening all along. Why should I speak to you?"

"Don't you want our input?" They both said in Unison. I closed my eyes and then nodded then spoke to them both.

"What if he did this to give you Primarchs Emotional stability and start over on the Great Crusade and avoid the Horus Heresy."

"That is not out of character for Him to do such, an intriguing notion." Alpharius said circling me now like a vulture.

"Are you going to talk to me and respond or are you going to be twin yes men and just agree with my words." I snapped and Alpharius frowned.

"And what is the reasoning on why you want my thoughts? Why should I confer with you and open up to you? There is no bond here. You get annoyed when I circle you. You treat me like a nuisance. Why should I have a productive argument with you."

"YOU JUST SAID FOR ME TO TALK TO YOU!" I said, now frustrated. "You asked if I wanted your input!"

Omegon just walked around casually and sat on the desk. "Just because you want our input, does not mean we will give it."

"Exactly" Alpharius joined in with his twin. "I said we can talk, not for me to share my mind with you. There is a difference."

I rose my hands, and Curled my fingers, imagining myself strangling this Primarch with pure irritation. My eyes were closed, I heard his chuckle then I looked at him, Omegon behind him, like his shadow.

"Why do you do this to me." I said in a whisper and they both smiled, as if in unison which creeped me out.

"We like you, but not in the attraction sense. You are intriguing, and You are fun to make angry. We have not had much fun like this in ages." Alpharius said and I just froze in pure shock. he just wanted to do this because it is… fun?!

"So I am just entertainment to you?" I said hearing the two moving to cross their arms, still in unison. Just watching both of them have this synchronized move.

"Is that a problem?" Again, they spoke as one.

"YES!" He went to speak until Malcador walked up to us. I sighed in relief and Malcador met Alpharius' gaze then the Primarch looked back down at me.

"Until we talk again, Faline. Enjoy your heartfelt conversation with the Sigillite. I have heard word that a Keychain is up for grabs in a little game. sounds fun." they walked away, and out the door, and I wanted to strangle him. Malcador can see my own thoughts and he smirked.

"Do not engage with the Alpha Legion's endeavors."

"They just admitted they enjoy making me mad, just as a hobby. Enough talking about them, they pissed me off." Malcador walked away, hearing me.

"That is what they wanted. and they got it. Expect more encounters from them then" He said, then pulled out the three books of the Horus Rising trilogy and then he spread them out.

"However, that entire interaction you had with them is a stark contrast to what I have seen of the Primarchs, I say this is a delightful change. Now why did you wish to come see me?" He said, leaning upon the desk and then I finally told him all that has happened with Mortarion, his reception to this new environment, and his aggression. Malcador seemed like he was listening, his mouth thin as he kept his eyes on me, and I frowned.

"The very thing that makes me pause about the whole thing" I spoke looking away. "What if The emperor is indeed just doing this to give them emotional stability and start over on the great Crusade? So the Heresy doesn't happen?" Malcador looked away, his hands toying gently with the three books and he sighed outwardly, his eyes closed, as he was going through a lot of emotions, maybe some memories. I was not sure.

"The heresy will happen no matter how adjusted the Primarchs are. They have a rivalry that is deep seated into them even before they were separated into the cosmos. I have petitioned to make the Primarchs into women to prevent such things, but it was dismissed as a joke."

"That would make it so much worse." I scoffed. "You would not have the Horus Heresy, You would have the Mix of Heathers and Mean girls combined, from Fulgrim saying welcome to the Candy store, and then stop making fetch happen to Angron!" Malcador stared at me, listening to my own opinion on it. He lowered his eyebrow, unsure of what to say or how to react to it. "You should watch them, though." He was silent and then the door opened.

"Did you get your answers you needed, Cross?" he asked as I got up heading out the door.

"No. I still do not know how to get Mortarion to warm up."

"Just be Yourself. the Same advice can be given to Oliver." He said, and as soon as I left the room, Malcador closed the door. My eyes closed and i groaned audibly. Why was he being Cryptic as well. What is with all these men being just as cryptic? I heard heavy steps, only to see Mortarion walking away as soon as I caught him in my sight. I went after him, trying to catch up to him.

"Wait. Mortarion. please. Can I—"

"No." He said, then slammed a door a little too roughly, the sound causing Perturabo to open the door next to me. He peeked out, a rough and annoyed look on his face. He looked down at me and I sighed.

"Mortarion. He did not take him coming here so well." I told him, and Perturabo grunted, then opened the door wider for me to come in. I walked in only to see his room cleaned up, the birdcage with his blue and green budgies, but covered in a blanket. They were silent, but I knew they were in there. I went to touch the blanket only for him to gently move my hand away.

"They are asleep, Faline" He said moving to the desk again. I nodded walking with him and I looked at his bookshelf. They had a large amount of books organized alphabetically and sorted neatly, with small bookends to hold them up.

"What happened to Mortarion? You and Magnus read the books, all of them from what I heard you all did." Perturabo looked up at the bookshelf then back at me, placing his hand upon his desk.

"Why do you need to know?" He said, putting his sketching pencils away, then stowing them in the drawers.

"He arrived here, only to say I took him away from Legion, dooming them to something." Perturabo did not look up, but I knew his face showed that he was aware of what I was talking about. He sat upon his chair and I moved to him, only for him to move back. I looked slightly confused at it, but I did not make too much of a fuss about it. Maybe he did not want to be affectionate right now.

"He succumbed to the rot to save his legion. Typhon betrayed him, then caused him to ascend to the Daemon Prince of Nurgle." He put his papers away, save for one, which was my upgraded library. "If he came here before that time, You are not going to sway him from anything, He is more petulant than anyone else."

"I kind of got that impression when he called me the Emperor's Lapdog. But how can I tell him that was not my fault to begin with. I don't know when Any of you arrived, unless you tell me the last thing you remembered before coming to Selleton."

"Have you thought to leave him alone?" He leaned back on his chair, looking at me. He had flannel pants on, and he was shirtless, making me unapologetically stare at his chest. "He obviously has no interest in trying to adapt, and forcing him is only going to result in something maybe worse than what Lorgar did to you." Perturabo said, "You put yourself in these dangerous situations only to end up getting hurt, crying, or even stressed out." I looked up from his chest and he crossed his arms, only making the staring worse.

"Oh come on, You and your brothers have gone through so much worse. What all of the sudden you want me to be careful?" I asked him and he kept his gaze on me,

"There is a distinguishment between what I went through and what you are enduring. I can mend easily, I can repair my legions, and get rid of inefficiencies. You however, cannot." I looked away and then took out Guilliman's bookmarked book and put it on the end table.

"yeah, That is a major difference, I know, but there is another difference to this as well." I walked up to him and he stiffened again at the feeling of my hands on his cheeks, his blue eyes focused on me. I leaned to kiss his nose and he sat still as I did it. "I am not doing this to gain the approval of the Emperor."

"That is one, Faline" He grumbled, his face flushing red at the touch. I chuckled then gently tapped his face, and he kept his gaze on me, his look softened as he was getting used to affection. He was never the Affectionate type, but alone, he can let loose. slightly.

"You need to sometimes fall to me if you are overwhelmed," He said, gripping my wrist gently and holding my hand. I shook my head, and it was his turn now to put his fingers upon my chin holding my head still. "Do not shake your head at me."

"Why not? It will be worse. I call upon my boyfriend Primarch to solve all my problems? what does that make me." I said to him and he averted his eyes. Like he was trying to analyze what I said. I saw a slight glimpse in his eyes, then he just sighed, looking away, letting my face go. I gently touched his bicep and he looked away, but I can feel his flex. He sighed, getting up and then walking to the bed,

"Come. You will lay here, finish your book, and rest with me." He directed and I rose an eyebrow.

"Is that a command?" I asked him.

"I can make it a command." He said, not knowing if he was flirting or not. I grinned and he knitted his brow slightly at my reaction,

"Fine, let me shower and change and I will join you. I was outside in the snow." He nodded and I handed him my phone, then walked out the door, but he called out to me.

"Where is the Bambi Keycharm?"

"Sanguinius has it."

"Why?"

"It is a game I made for you Primarchs. Try to get it from your brothers " I said and he rose an eyebrow at the mention of my keychain being in a game. His only response is a grunt, and he put the phone back down upon the end table, and I left to get myself ready for bed. When I returned to the door, I heard whispers and I turned to look down the hall, only to see Lorgar and Mortarion talking to each other, Mortarion still looked annoyed, but Lorgar was speaking to him. Lorgar turned to see me, holding my robe and my blanket. Lorgar and I looked at each other, and then I opened Perturabo's door only to see him reading one of his books

"Lorgar is out there." I said, and Perturabo did not look up.

"Do not worry about him," He said still focused on his books. The night continued to pass, Perturabo remained in the bed, reading and even making small notes in the margins of the books. He glanced at me, seeing me clad in my warm pajamas. long sleeved, blue with black polka dots, and my hair in a silk scarf. I yawned, laying upon the bed, then taking my own book, feeling Perturabo's gaze on me.

"Oliver and I thought of something about all this. and It has made me think." I said to him, opening to the page I left off on.

"What is it?" He asked me, as I put my bookmark down.

"What if the Emperor wanted you all emotionally adjusted, then return you back to your time, to redo the Great Crusade without the Horus Heresy?" Perturabo froze slightly and he looked down at me, listening to me at first, then I started to read. I can feel his gaze on me, at first, then I felt his arm around my shoulders again. Silent, but keeping me warm while I read next to him. He seemed to be contemplating on the question as much as I was. I wanted to ask him, but he just seemed relaxed, like he was not wanting to speak. He just wanted me to be in his presence, reading with him or around him, and honestly this was the most relaxed i have been here in the Manor.

"This would be nicer if I had my tea light candles." I spoke up playfully, and he nodded.

"hmm" Is all he said in response, but I knew he listened. I smiled slightly, and he was reading, and I leaned in, and he let me kiss his cheek, and I continued reading. As it got darker in the room, my eyes were starting to get heavy, my book now upon the end table, and Perturabo adjusted me, for me to sleep. He clicked off the light and I only heard his relaxed sigh, Warm against him, and sheltered from the cold.

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The Morning was quiet and with a new blanket of snow, it was brighter than usual. I Woke up, and I felt Perturabo's cables on my chin as I felt him resting in my arms. I yawned and was ready to move slowly out of Perturabo's grip, when the Door was knocked on, making Perurabo's eyes fling open in full alert.

"Faline! Faline! you awake?" Oliver called out. I stretched and yawned, Perturabo moving from me and giving me some space to get up.

"yeah, I'm up, give me a minute." I said, then I swung my legs from the bed and then got up, grabbing a robe and then heading to the door. I heard Perturabo groaning in the bed as I opened the door and saw Oliver, wide awake, giddy, and giggling.

"He's here, he's here!! and He's already the love of my life." I rubbed my eyes as I yawned again,

"Who?" I said, my voice sounding groggy.

"Roboute Guilliman! And he is EATING MY PANCAKES!!" Oliver squeaked and I shook my head. I nodded.

"Okay, give me a minute, and I will join you." I said, then I looked at Perturabo and he had his back to me, still resting upon the bed. "Bo? you wish to have some breakfast?"

"I will be fine. You go ahead." Perturabo said. "Besides. I do not wish to see Roboute Guilliman just yet." I noticed his tone. Distant, annoyed. Grumpy? Maybe he is not a morning person? Oliver rose an eyebrow at Perturabo. as if he was noticing something. I nodded as I ran a hand upon his bicep and I left to the door, shutting it. Oliver looked at me, a slight hint of concern on his face.

"Is your man okay? He seems more.. Grumpy than he usually is?" He said. and I shrugged.

"He is fine. I guess he is not a morning person. He was fine last night."

"You guys Do anything last night?" He devilishly grinned and I gasped.

"We are Going Steady! we are not doing anything TOO quick. I know how we got together was steamy, but it seemed he did not want to do that again too soon." I said to him and Oliver gave me a teasing grin.

"Honey, If I had a Primarch hunky man in my hands, I would be all over his ass like Mud on a freaking pig. Oink!" He said and I bursted out laughing as we went down the steps.

"Oliver STOP!" I laughed, as we turned the corner to the kitchen area. "Okay, so you said he is in the Kitchen?" We turned the corner, and stopped by the door way to the dining area.

"Yes, and he is eating my pancakes! He's here and Oh he is so dreamy." Oliver whispered, "He complimented my Pancakes and gave me budgeting tips! I am going to husband this man so bad." I shook my head.

"You know I am shocked you did not say this to every Primarch that arrived when you started help." I stated back and he laughed.

"Well, you can Blame the Emperor for making hot men" I laughed slightly, finally going into the Dining area, only to see Rogal Dorn with a stack of Oliver's Blueberry pancakes, sitting across from Roboute Guilliman. Short cropped blonde hair, cool blue eyes focused on the plate of Pancakes in front of him, a blue polo shirt with a white collar and a scarf. He was talking to Rogal Dorn, who was in a yellow silk pajama set, and in front of him was a large stack of Pancakes as well.

"Oh, speaking of. Faline. good morning." Rogal caught me at the door and I waved, closing my robe. Oliver was giddy behind me as I walked up and then held out my hand,

"Morning. You must be Guilliman. I am Faline." He was a breath of fresh air compared to Mortarion., how he greeted me, and how calm he was. He looked at my hand and then took it softly, but kept a nice grip, shaking it in greeting.

"Faline. I heard much about you from Dorn. I am Roboute Guilliman." He looked past me and Oliver was waving cheerfully. He smiled.

"I have met Oliver. He makes some excellent Pancakes." He nodded to Oliver with recognition and Oliver just giggled.

"I agree with Guilliman, Oliver. These are some adequate pancakes," Rogal complimented and Oliver just fluttered his eyes.

"Stop it. you are making me blush too much. Oh my goodness." He said, and Rogal nodded his head in agreement.Already this was turning to a nice morning and Oliver immediately was gushing over the compliments.

"You keep complimenting my brother he's gonna go off like a firework." I joked and Roboute smiled, as he took a bite of his pancakes.

"Well, on a more serious note. I was talking to Rogal about all this, and it seems this is something arranged by Father himself?"

Yes" I said to him, moving to grab a plate to get some of Oliver's Pancakes "All of your brothers are here, except Vulkan, but A lot has happened since—"

"Did you say, all of my brothers?" Guilliman asked me directly, and I paused, looking at him as Oliver handed me a plate with two pancakes. I saw Guilliman's relaxed face turn to something serious.

"uhh, Yeah, except for Vulkan." I said to him, not sure why his change of tone gave me pause. I went to speak, but his face turned serious and now looking down at the pancakes.

"Do you realize the damage they all have done to the Imperium. Do you realize their actions." He spoke in a criticizing tone. I frowned, but I moved closer to him.

"I get that, Guilliman, but…" I tried to find the right words trying to tell Roboute this was a good thing. That having them away from such an environment can help them heal. That was the truth. "The Emperor told me to give me a new persepctive. I wanted to do it, and yes they are aware of what they have done. This is not for forgiveness, this is to heal from all you went through."

"Example?" Guilliman asked, and I looked at Dorn as he was casually eating the pancakes, then I rose my finger.

"Angron!" I said happily. "He first arrived here, riddled with the Nails, rampaging, but every single one of us worked together to get him placated." Dorn nodded in Agreement.

"Yes. this was a Feat that the lot of us have not expected. We resorted to putting him down, but Faline went against that, and transported him to the Nearest major Hospital and had most of his Nails removed. He currently has less outbursts, and is accompanied by a nurse, which is Oliver himself."

Oliver grinned then he pulled his phone out, and then showed the screen to Guilliman, to confirm this. Angron's ongoing accommodations, his schedule and his prognosis. Guilliman, being a man of documentation looked into it and he rose his eyebrow at how much Angron was given. He sighed outwardly, handing Oliver his phone and ran a hand down his face.

"I… I am not sure what to feel about this. On one hand I am glad Angron is getting the help he needs from those accursed things on his head, and on the other, he helped alongside more of his brothers in the Siege of Terra,"

"If I recall this, Guilliman, you were not there." Dorn said, not even blinking, and putting his mug to his lips. Roboute casted a glare at Rogal.

"I was on my way! Just because I was not there does not mean the damage should not affect me."

Oliver and I looked at each other, and we backed up, as Rogal gently lowered his coffee mug and then opened his eyes.

"I was held back by Horus, Sanguinius and Lion and I were kept from reaching to Terra. Speaking of Horus. Where is HE!?" Guilliman was rising in fury, now getting up, and Dorn just stared at him.

"Do not act like a Fool, Guilliman. Faline is currently incapable of bringing Horus to this time."

"Act like a fool, Rogal? What was your course of action just after Father was interred upon the throne? Establishing the Black Templars and start crusades with limited resources that were drained from the Siege." Dorn slowly rose from his seat and he had a face I have not seen at all. it was wrenched in annoyance at his brother. Oliver blinked.

"Is it weird that Dorn might be sexy with an angry face." He whispered and I just shook my head, just letting the Imperial fist and the Ultramarine Primarchs argue.

"It was Feasible to destroy the scattered legions after the death of Horus and you wanted us to hold back!"

"It was to Strategize!" Guilliman yelled. "We lost brothers! We lost our Father, The Golden throne was Damaged! We lost lives, resources, brothers in arms!" I wanted to speak up, until Oliver and I heard steps and then we saw Sanguinius walk in and we stared at him, Dressed in Gray sweatpants, no shirt, his wings folded behind him and his face wrenched in morning grumpiness.

"Will you two stop arguing over something that none of us can control?!" he said, with a slight growl and Oliver covered his mouth gently. Guilliman stopped, seeing Sanguinius, and he paused in his argument with Rogal Dorn only to watch Sanguinius, his eyes focused on the brother that should have been dead.

"Sanguinius? Are you… actually here.. in the flesh?" Sanguinius intensely glared at Guilliman.

"Do not change the subject. I am here hearing you two squabbling about what happened in the siege of Terra. and you two are actually loud for a Primarch's ears. Some Primarchs are trying to sleep." He growled, annoyed at the fighting. Roboute just sighed and Rogal sat back down upon his chair and cleared his throat. I never took Sanguinius to be grumpy in the mornings, so this was a new thing to see.

"Apologies for the outbursts and heated arguments, Sanguinius." Rogal Dorn apologized, to be returned with a nod from Sanguinius. "Our intention was not to rouse you from your slumber." The Angel huffed and Oliver quickly scurried to the stove, with the massive pile of pancakes and then got Sanguinius a plate, and then handed it to him. Sanguinius paused at first and he softened his gaze, then took it.

"Yes, Guilliman, I am here. After my death, something otherworldly seemed to have awakened me, and healed me after my fight with Horus. I later came to find out it was father himself who did this. He did not resurrect me at that time, but here, in Selleton. It is an adjustment. a Lot of citizens love to see a real life angel and pray in the church that I am here and blessing the town, but worship of me is not foreign." He kept talking while he carefully drizzled some Maple syrup on his pancakes. "There was a woman who fell to her knees while she was camping out in the park and prayed for her daughter to find a husband. I am glad my foresight came in handy for that, when I told her she already met her son in law, he just does not know it." When he cut his pancakes up, I went to speak up, only to be cut off by a sardonic laugh and Konrad coming in, grabbing 4 to 5 pancakes and rolling his eyes.

"Awwww, how sweet," Curze sarcastically wheezed, stopped staring at Guilliman, sniffed him once and then scoffed. "I thought I smelled Beans.."

"Beans? I didn't cook beans.." Oliver asked, whipping his head around. "Should I?"

"Good, because Guilliman will be here counting them" The Night Haunter said, observed the syrup, then he shrugged and grabbed the entire bottle. Roboute just gently tossed his hands up at the slight insult from Curze.

"Good to see you too, Konrad Curze." He grumbled at the Night Lord. "I am shocked you are not in anyone else's skin, naked and trying to terrorize people in the dark, you horrid creature." Guilliman cut and Curze looked back at him, grinning.

"What can I say. I have mended my ways. I am a little saint. See the little halo on my head? It is all thanks to this sweet little deer here, Faline. How can I ever thank you?" he playfully said, doing a mock prayer gesture. When he looked at me I blinked, staring in confusion. and I looked into Konrad's eyes, something I will never get over. Those void unblinking eyes that love to send chills down my spine. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"You are… welcome?" I said, not sure what to say on that. Konrad chuckled and grinned a toothy grin then ripped into a Pancake then drank the syrup. When he finished the bite he looked at Sanguinius.

"Sanguinius, my brother, you should have told the woman how she died. Makes a much better reaction, than them touching you and thanking you for your presence." he said, then went to walk away.

"I am not like that thank you, Curze, and do not take the Syrup, other People need to eat." He ordered, and Curze ignored him, taking the pancakes and the bottle of syrup.

"Oliver had three bottles purchased already, he can live without this one." and with that, Curze left. Oliver opened the pantry only to show Konrad was right and put a replacement one on the counter.

"He was right. I mean dealing with Primarchs, I could not really skimp." He said, looking to Roboute who was still staring at the hall where Konrad disappeared to. He was still thinking, contemplating and I noticed his knitted brow of worry. and I moved to the Primarch.

"Curze is still Curze, Faline." Guilliman said. "He is still himself, despite what he says. What is he supposed to be here, eating pancakes normally and stealing syrup bottles after all he has done, and all he has helped facilitate? I.." He paused, looking down at his last bite of pancakes and then sighed. "I am not sure if I can condone this, Miss Cross. I am sorry."

"No, Do not fault this on Faline, brother." Sanguinius said getting up and his wings unfurling. "She has really made an impact in a lot of our traitorous brothers. She is actually close to Perturabo." Guilliman looked at me in shock and Oliver laughed.

"Ohhh, when I heard from Fulgrim what he saw. Perturabo had her ON A TABLE THEIR MOUTHS GLUED TO EACH OTHER!! and judging from what Perturabo was hiding, it was gonna be more if Fulgrim didn't come in." Oliver laughed and Dorn just closed his eyes, shaking his head slowly.

"THAT BASTARD TOLD YOU!? HE CAN'T KEEP HIS THIN MOUTH SHUT!" I yelled. Oliver was laughing happily, all while Guilliman looked in slight shock.

"wait, you were Intimate with a Primarch!?" I sighed and then i shook my head.

"The most we did was sleep in the same bed, we are taking it slowly. I am not rushing into anything. but can We talk about something else, PLEASE!?" Suddenly, I heard heavy steps, and heavy breathing, only to turn to see Angron in some Spongebob sweatpants and grunting quietly, as he looked at Oliver's pancake stacks, grabbed a plate, took a hefty 7 pancakes and then drizzled some syrup. Guilliman stared at Angron, noticing that we told him the truth. his hair was overtaking the Nails, that Angron was calm and eating some pancakes instead of roaring in pain.

"Hey Bestie, they are blueberry pancakes, so. yeah!" Oliver said happily, and Angron just nodded and he spoke.

"Thanks." He spoke only one word as he walked back out of the room, enjoying his breakfast. Guilliman just stared at me and Oliver then sighed outwardly.

"I need to think about this. I need time to process all of this. Because no matter what Angron is wearing, what Curze is doing, which Primarchs is being intimate with whom, this is too much for me to take in. What of the Memories, the scars. The pain!? Trillions of lives lost because of them, and here they are. I.." I slumped my shoulders. he noticed my slightly hurt expression and he got up to me and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"This effort you are obviously making. You and your brother. This is commendable, I mean aside from visualizing Perturabo fraternizing, but the fact you are doing something for my brothers, I appreciate this effort. but…" His voice trailed off and I nodded. I heard this before, and It was ingrained in my mind, they did not have to finish the sentence.

"you will never forget what was done in the Horus Heresy. In The Siege of Terra. I know. I am sorry, Guilliman." I spoke with somewhat a defeated tone. Guilliman nodded, his face did not show triumph over what I said, just a soft and grief stricken expression.

"I am sorry, Faline." he began. "But if it were up to me, if it were my choice. NONE of my traitorous brothers should be given any form of redemption, or have a chance to start over, after all they have done."

"Roboute." Sanguinius began and then the Ultramarine's Primarch just got up, and then he finished his last bite, before washing his plate and utensils, then put them on the dish rack.

"I must contemplate. Oliver, I wish to thank you for the Pancakes. They were lovely," He said, softly. Oliver smiled slightly, and Roboute returned with his own as I sat down and Guilliman walked into one of the halls. I ran a hand in my hair and Then grumbled.

"It is not Redemption, its just.. I honestly, do not know anymore." I said, and Dorn returned to his own set of pancakes, carefully cutting them, and then looked at me.

"What do you think this is? A New life. A Way to atone for our sins? You have to be the one to determine that. Not Every Primarch has done the same action in our time. Perhaps it is different with each Primarch." The Imperial Fists Primarch asked, giving me some insight, despite Guilliman's departure.

"I never thought of it that way." I admitted, and Dorn took a bite of his pancakes, then Oliver nodded.

"Actually, Rogal here makes some great points. Perhaps this time here is different for each Primarch. It should be up to us to find out what is it each of them need." Oliver rose his hand and then he sassily looked down the hall and then scoffed, seeing something I have not seen yet. " But, can we agree that Lorgar needs an ass beating?" Oliver said as Lorgar walked in, Oliver's face now sour and I looked over at him, Lorgar coming in and taking some pancakes.

"Usually, some people whisper their grievances if they want to be rude to the person coming in." Lorgar said, but Oliver crossed his arms.

"Oh, my bad let me do this right then." He put his hand to his mouth and leaned to Rogal's ear as if about to whisper in his ear but he kept his same volume.

"Lorgar needs an Ass beating." he said loud enough for everyone to hear still. Sanguinius just closed his eyes, as if stifling some sort of laugh, but he kept his face calm. Rogal was still holding his stoic look but he glanced at Lorgar, gaging his own reaction. Lorgar frowned rolling his eyes taking three pancakes on a plate.

"That was not a whisper." He muttered.

"It was called a stage whisper in Theater, Lorgar." Oliver said curtly. "Hope you enjoy the Pancakes. Just because you are an asshole, doesn't mean I'm gonna make you go hungry."

"I would" I muttered, and ate my food, while Lorgar rose an eyebrow.

"so charitable, little nurse." He said, then left, and I looked at Oliver.

"As Much as I can't stand Lorgar, I think he just needs to reflect on what he has done and what those actions he did has resulted. and to stay away from Kor Phaeron and Erebus." I spoke up then I finally looked over at Dorn who was still with us and finishing his food.

"Am I right here?" I asked him. Rogal blinked, looking at the hall where Lorgar left and then he sighed getting up to wash his own plate. The sink turned on and he scrubbed his plate.

"Lorgar has been told repeatedly to not worship Father, and his consequence for repeated disobedience was the Destruction of Monarchia. He brought it upon himself, and he has no one to blame but himself. I see your sentiment, I see your Empathy. But Lorgar's actions is the equivalent of a child throwing a tantrum." Rogal finished his washing and then put his items upon the rack to dry. he turned around.

"Yeah, That tantrum caused you all to split, fight, kill and even destroy each other." Oliver countered and Rogal just crossed his arms.

"Yes. And We handled it. Father Destroyed Horus, scattered the Traitor Legion and we rebuilt. Roboute Guilliman is indeed right. As much good intention I see You and Faline have for this. The Traitor Primarchs, have done damage. It is time for them to acknowledge it."

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Somehow, the Afternoon fell upon us, and Guilliman seemed to be reading some books, and he was accompanied by Corvus, only to see me, holding Vulkan's book. He nodded and then Roboute came up to me. I grew slightly hopeful, as they seemed to finally walk up to me. Was he coming around to this new environment.

"I do hope to ask you some questions. Corvus and I have been speaking for a while, and can you enlighten me on some answers that Corvus did not have?" I nodded a little too vigorously, and Corvus rose an eyebrow at my growing excitement. It seemed with all going on with the Manor, I really needed some hope.

"Of course. Anything at all! please." I said, and Guilliman sighed.

"Who was the First Primarch you brought to this time?"

"Lion El Jonson." Guilliman nodded. "I will be honest I tried to go in order of Legion, but that was derailed, due to Konrad scaring the crap out of me, and Magnus bursting his way in to be next." I said truthfully and Roboute looked at Corvus. Corvus was still silent, but he seemed to confirm this to be truth.

"Do you have any sort of abilities and such, psyker energy, or powers of any kind. What about your brother? Does HE have any Psyker abilities or powers?" he asked me. I thought of my encounter with Magnus. When he entered my dreams and caused me to be asleep in Lion's Cabin for a whole week and I remembered how I was capable to use my own thoughts to break from his cycle of torment. Maybe that WAS innate powers, but I was not sure, since Magnus and Malcador confirmed I have no psyker talents whatsoever. Perhaps it was Determination?

"At first I thought I did when I outran Konrad when he attacked me, but that was the Emperor saving me, and I guess I have a bit more control of myself when I am dreaming, but other than that, No, I do not. Oliver as far as I know has no abilities, but he is a Registered Nurse, and was hired to help take care of Angron and give him treatment due to his Nails." The two Primarchs exchanged a glance again and Guilliman continued to think.

"When you read each of our books, pertaining to anything that we went through. the ones father donated. We appear here? Is that right?"

"Yes. but it seems I am not exclusive to that." I rose my hand to count on my fingers. "Leman, Rogal Dorn and Jaghatai Kahn appeared when a customer came to my Cafe, and read the books. Fulgrim read Konrad Curze's. Angron's was stolen and read by the Mayor of Selleton. I think the only three Primarchs who came that did not need me to read their books, were Alpharius, Magnus, and Corvus."

"And They arrive sometime during their time in the Heresy, or After?" He seemed softer spoken as he was getting more and more of his questions answered, seemed more receptive as he was gaining the information he needed. He was logical, and I liked that.

"It seems to be an underlying pattern, yes. one more memorable thing was Lorgar arriving here after he escaped into the eye of Terror and he kept blaming me for not getting his reward for serving the Chaos gods." Roboute seemed more relaxed now, satisfied with my answers, then he took a look at Corvus, and they both nodded together.

"I have told you, brother." Guilliman looked at Corvus then back at me.

"Thank you, Faline. Everything you told me gave me a better understanding of what this was." He said then he relaxed his shoulders. "I do have one more question. If I go to the computer in the office room, will it give me details pertaining to the town Selleton? I would like to have more research involving the town I seem to be staying at."

"Oh yeah, There is a website for Selleton and everything." I waved to the door. Guilliman seemed to light up at that and both he and Corvus headed into the office room. I smiled, seeing that he was into research mode. I turned, feeling a bit more vindicated with myself, only to see Mortarion just leaning against the door. He must have been there the whole time, listening to our conversation. I blinked, seeing his curious look, but it hardened back up again, and he huffed, walking off to the Kitchen, as if he was not even wanting to be noticed. Maybe I can talk to Mortarion as well with what he heard. I got into the kitchen to see Mortarion look in the Refrigerator and I walked up to him. He grabbed a large Bottle of water and then he opened it, sniffing it at first then he took a long drink, the contents swiftly going down his throat. I waited silently as he threw the bottle in the bin and he glared at me.

"I do not buy your answers." He simply said to me. I opened the fridge myself then grabbed my own water bottle.

"Good, because I am not selling them." I retorted sassily. "I know the truth, and If you deny it oh well."

"Sounds like Lorgar's mewlings."

"Ew" I looked visibly disgusted and he looked at me in slight shock I said that about Lorgar. I opened the water bottle then took a nice long sip of it, as I leaned upon the counter.

"Perturabo thinks you arrived here when you were trapped with your Legion slowly dying to Nurgle's Rot." I said to him and he froze slightly, and he lowered his head again, silent. That silence confirmed Perturabo was right. He turned his head to me.

"Perturabo does not know anything about me. And he should stick with not sticking his nose where it doesnt belong. What does he know? He simply left the Siege because Horus gave me command and not him."

"That was not meant to be some dick measuring contest, I was merely stating what I found out and what you were going through!" I said now a little annoyed.

"You two are clearly meant for each other, if you want to stick yourself in business that isn't yours either." I scoffed, a little offended but I shook my head trying to keep on my point.

"Look, I am not here to get you riled up, I just wanted to give you this." I put the bottle down and he sized me up.

"Oliver read your book, and from what we found out from what you last remembered, we did not know you were in that situation. I am sorry you did not get to save your Legion, I am sorry you were cheated of that chance. I really mean it. You can believe me when I say that. Can you?

Mortarion was still cautious,but hearing my words, I can tell he was processing them. A glint in his eye that I have not seen. He did not know what to do with that sentence, I can tell.

"I want to believe you. I really do, Faline. But I have been cheated a lot. overlooked, and it is getting so tiresome." He said, letting a little bit of vulnerability out.

"Maybe I can help you. and you can trust me, right?" I said, hopefully, and held out a hand, and he stared at it. I saw something in his gaze, looking like he wanted to take it. His hand slightly rose, and I saw it about to take my hand, but he stopped short and he hardened his gaze again, then backed away. I lowered my hand, as he moved to the doorway.

"No." Is all he said before leaving the kitchen. I lowered my hand and just sighed. Being so much around Primarchs, I should be used to their overt stubbornness, but here I was, just slightly Frustrated at Mortarion. I couldn't be though in all honesty; He has his reasons to be untrustworthy and that was it. I took my bottle then left the kitchen, now to look for a spot to read Vulkan's book and relax after such a long day. When I went to sit down in the living room again, I heard the Door open, only for Jaghatai Kahn and Magnus walking in with a lot of bags, most of them containing various meats, vegetables, seasonings, oils and a large box with a Rice cooker. I put the book down and gazed curiously at their load of groceries, and the Kahn grinned,

"Since Oliver made breakfast, I decided to treat the Manor with some Chogoris Style hot pot. and it is the right weather for it. Winter cold, be sure to warm all of us up for it." They moved to the kitchen area and Magnus stayed behind grinning, before going to go help Jaghatai with the food.

"You doing okay?" He asked and I nodded my head, holding up the book, showing i was going to read. He smiled. "Oh good. You just read, Kahn and I will just handle the food."

"I look forward to it!" I called out, and I sat upon the chair, settling down, to start my reading. As time passed,Magnus and the Kahn were preparing the ingredients, I was able to hear them cutting the ingredients, slightly laughing at something and some bottles breaking. I paused, wondering if any of them needed any form of help, but Magnus seemed to have blocked the Kitchen doorway with a barrier, causing me to grumble

"We got this" He kept saying before I finally gave up and walked back to the living room and continued my reading. I can smell the broth being made, since I can smell the delicious spices, coming from the kitchen into the air. It was intoxicating. I put a bookmark in Vulkan's book and took it with me to the kitchen, no more barriers, now the Dining room laden with a massive Hot pot Spread. Kahn and Magnus laying out the thinly sliced meats.

"This smells amazing." I said, as Roboute walked in seeing Magnus and the Kahn putting more vegetables and some sauces on the table.

"Glad you like it, now dig in, there is a lot to go around." Kahn said, filling his own plate to cook upon the burners. I got myself a plate and Lorgar came in, taking a seat across from me, and taking a look at the large spread and taking his own plate.

"What a bountiful feast, Brothers." he said as he lowered to his seat.

"It isnt that deep, Lorgar. The Kahn just wants to treat us to some food." I said,

"Yes, Let us enjoy a rare occasion that most of us are here, and to eat this food. Thank you, Jaghatai." Sanguinius said, and the Kahn nodded with gratitude, as more Primarchs came in to the smell of the food. First, Rogal and Guilliman, Then Fulgrim, Oliver, and Ferrus, Perturabo after them, then Curze. Corax, and Lion next and then even Mortarion came in observing the foods then sitting down. Alpharius and Omegon were indeed the last. Soon, every single Primarch found a place and started to eat some hot pot, all prepped by the Kahn. Malcador walked in, seeing the Primarchs in a rare sit down to just enjoy food. I knew he never seen them like this. and I smiled.

"Well, The last time we all gathered to get food It was my brisket." I said, and Leman grinned, sticking three strips of meat in the broth.

"Faline, you are assigned to Brisket duty throughout the year, at least." Leman joked and I laughed.

"Brisket is a summer treat! Something for the Barbecue or smoker! but I will happily make it if you all want it. Family recipe after all." I said proudly. Oliver leaned to the Kahn.

"Family recipe means she took our mom's recipe and replaced it saying she invented it." I scoffed. Oliver and I had this same argument every time. "I mean, your brisket is good, sis."

"Mom used Barbecue sauce instead of mustard as a binder. It totally overpowered the flavors." I argue and Oliver laughed as Jaghatai Kahn smiled.

"I have traveled across the country and found a festival where people put their brisket up for competition, perhaps you should do the same, or Selleton itself can do it, and you can put it to the test." I dropped my jaw at the idea and nodded.

"That is an amazing idea, definitely something to put for the council suggestion box?" I looked directly at Rogal and Fulgrim who froze temporarily at the mention of the Council, Rogal recovered and he took the food he cooked in his mouth and he nodded.

"I can put in some good words, Faline. you know this." Rogal said. Fulgrim grinned.

"And I can be the one who can convince the masses to fund it." He said it like it was an easy feat for him. It was for someone like Fulgrim. Most of the Town loved it when he spoke, walked around the Town and even heard out concerns. He was slowly turning to the face of Selleton, much to Georgia's annoyance. I noticed Roboute was observing the entire encounter, He saw how much I was talking with the Primarchs, how fluid I was to converse with them. He finally set down his chopsticks and he cleared his throat, getting the attention of the table.

"I have a curious question. Most of you have betrayed the Imperium at the call of Horus. What is the difference here?" Leman stopped his eating of his meat, and Curze was slurping the small strips of raw meat as he looked over at Perturabo, Magnus and even Mortarion.

"Faline is not the Emperor." Perturabo said directly. "She is bringing us to this time and letting us to our own devices,"

"It would be very awkward if Faline WERE the Emperor." Oliver said, and Magnus laughed to himself before Perturabo stared at Oliver.

"I think it is more of the Environment and who is bringing us together than anything. The Emperor has forgotten one major design flaw in our makeup." Magnus said, "That we are still men, and We are still sentient, and quite capable of making our choices."

Sanguinius was eating some of the baby corn and he looked over seeing the conversation.

"Choices yes, but it was still given consequences that included the Death of our brothers, our Gene-sons. The Destruction of the Imperium, and the mistrust of a lot of us. I mean, I can still see Ferrus still sour toward Fulgrim." Sanguinius pointed out. I looked at Ferrus and he was making his plate of the food, and closed his eyes.

"When you get your damn head removed by your brother, that does tend to sour a relationship based on Mutual respect, and a love of the craft." Ferrus confirmed, just taking the strips of meat in his mouth and chewing. Fulgrim just sighed.

"You punched me three times, Ferrus." Fulgrim said, their chopsticks now crossing and Ferrus scoffed, grabbing the mushrooms.

"And somehow I still feel like that is not enough." Ferrus stated gruffly, and Lorgar rose his hand.

"The Point is, Guilliman," Lorgar rose up and Guilliman looked right at Lorgar. I noticed the slight scowl in it too, as if he did not want to hear much of Lorgar's speeches . "Most of us Traitor Primarchs feel we were wronged by Father in some way. Surely you can see our grievances." Lorgar stated, and Guilliman just furrowed his brow and then moved his head to the side. Oliver finally looked at Lorgar and then pointed.

"Whoa whoa, Most of you, can we mention the one who was given the MOST grievance" He pointed at Angron and Angron huffed, still eating as Lorgar just sighed.

"Yes. Angron had it worse, but it does not mean the rest of us have our problems as well."

"Are you talking about the Destruction of Monarchia, Lorgar?" Guilliman called out. "You do know you had that coming by repeatedly being told that Father is no god."

"Not to mention from the Reports the Buildings were sub par at best" Perturabo Grumbled, handing me his small corn and I gladly took it, and Lorgar just glared.

"You have no right to criticize my buildings, Perturabo. Might I remind you your own planet was easy to break when you threw your childish tantrum that they rebelled. At least MY planet never revolted. They hung at my every word like it was succor for their weary souls. Yours turned against you as soon as you have your back turned."

"You Lie. Your planet was not so willing to take your word as weight." Perturabo jabbed his Chopsticks at Lorgar. "Even still, your planet was filled with zealous idiots who think some higher power is the reason they are in existence. You grew up to be one of them, and hung to the words of a man who beat you, despite your clear Strength difference. Again, If I were in your stead, Kor Phaeron would have had a broken Spine, instead of a Broken Primarch."

Oliver and I were watching this squabble, casually eating now and moving our heads back and forth like it was a Tennis match. Oliver made the small clap of his fingers.

"Perturabo, continue, because you ate and left no crumbs." Perturabo glanced at my brother, still wearing his scowl and he looked at me, all while I just took some cooked shrimp in my mouth and chewed.

"I am not a messy eater." he said, as Lorgar rolled his eyes.

"Yes, but like me brother, you are a messy man. All of us are. Each of us have our flaws and insecurities. Roboute Guilliman was the one to even say none of you deserved redemption. You want to continue all this, when even one of us has no hope for any of us?"

The Kahn, and Magnus was casually eating as each of us had our turn to get up and speak.

"Come on, Lorgar. We were having a nice Dinner and you had to ruin it with your speeches." I said aloud now. "I already said This new second life is—" Lorgar Cut me off now

"—Is what, Faline? To Fix us like broken toys for your little Disney Dollhouse?" Lorgar iterated, and I stood up now, The rest of the Primarchs immediately in alert as Lorgar stood to face me verbally again. Leman growled, remembering Lorgar shattering my wrist.

"You have your limitations. Who said they were manipulations when it is truth?" He counted each of them with a finger. "The Emperor gave you no abilities to withstand any of us. All of our Auras are suppressed so you can be able to handle even being in our presence. I assure you, if our auras were our full power, you would not be making kissy faces to Perturabo of all Primarchs. We all still have the Memories of what happened to us, our past lives and our times during the Great Crusade and the Siege of Terra, None of us brothers are going to be Forgiving just because a little girl tries to sing us little Disney Songs Telling us to love each other hold hands, and kiss and make up." Lorgar said bitterly and Oliver just scoffed.

"Lorgar" I began. "This is all because you have a problem with me due to not being able to bring Kor Phaeron and Erebus, and you got all booty hurt about it."

"Oh, please dont be crass at the dinner Table, Faline." Lorgar countered. "I am more annoyed that with the Request of Father. He decided to bring all of us here, who I can tell most of them do not want to be here. We were at the cusp of greatness Faline. Rewarded to seeing through the Truth of Father. That we were tools to be used for his own Gain!"

"And did you think the Chaos Gods were so different, Lorgar? To them you are just a pawn in their massive game as well" I yelled and the silence grew now. Every Primarch that was at the table focused on the argument. The only thing that was making noise was the bubbling broth in the center and the steaming hot Meat and seafood cooking.

"The Chaos gods were the very same. In the Emperor's Defense, he never said he was a god. Sure he could have told you in a totally different way instead of knocking down Monarchia and all that he has done to you, but you were so easy to manipulate even the Chaos Gods seen it, and took advantage of you like a vulnerable woman in a bar." I continued, not knowing my own voice was raising. "

You never had an original plan in your body, instead it was whispered to you by people who used you. Kor Phaeron used your Status, Erebus was just an asshole, and you. You let them. Curze is right" Konrad perked up at the sound of his name.

"… You are Pathetic, in fact the most Pathetic of all of the Primarchs, here!" Curze was grinning ear to ear when I actually agreed with him, feeling more vindicated than anything. Lorgar also noticed this and he was seething. Curze winked, but suddenly, Sanguinius and Konrad scooted away from the table, as if they were sensing something. I took a long look at this action but did not realize Lorgar trying to swipe The Vulkan Book. I gasped and grabbed the book and suddenly, Chairs groaned against the floor as Lorgar tried to take my book from me, and I held my side from him.

"Give me the damn Book, Faline!" He shouted, and the dining room erupted in shouts, I desperately tried to pull my book away from Lorgar, but my mind wandered, briefly wondering what he was doing, he can Easily overpower me to keep the book. I tugged hard, and he tugged back, with a harder fervor, only for the sound of the Book ripping apart. Magnus audibly gasped hearing it and before he ended up trying to take the book, it tore apart, paper flying and I fell back on my seat, and Lorgar looked down at the destroyed tome. There was silence, shock, and Curze grinning, as I stared at the destroyed Vulkan book.

"Lorgar… What have you done.." Magnus said visibly mortified that a book was destroyed in front of him. I looked in pure horror at the ripped up Primarch book and Perturabo immediately grabbed it.

"You FOOL!" He yelled, and Lorgar moved away and then sighed. Each of the Primarchs were in stunned silence, watching as the Vulkan Book was Destroyed and Lorgar closed his eyes.

"I am guiltless. She held the book, and did not let up." I seethed, watching his smug ass fixing his shirt and smoothing out his bald head. I got up, hopped over the Table and Charged at him. There was a collective "Ooh" as Perturabo held me back

"LET ME GO IM GONNA FUCKING BEAT THIS PRIESTS ASS!" I yelled in Fury, flailing in the Iron Warriors arms and Angron shouted Standing up and pointing at Lorgar.

"LET HER FIGHT HIM, PERTURABO. LET HER GO!" Angron screamed. Chaos soon Erupted. I was flailing and trying to get out of Perturabo's arms. Perturabo was keeping me back from attacking Lorgar. Lorgar was sitting there, his gaze fixed on me. Angron and Oliver were trying to get Perturabo to let me go. Fulgrim was in the corner, drinking the wine. Leman was yelling that he can definitely join in the fighting, Jaghatai was standing from his seat looking shocked the Hot Pot Dinner was ruined, Magnus was dramatically crying at a book being destroyed, Sanguinius was just stunned into silence. Lion and Rogal Dorn were trying to calm things down, and keeping me from attacking Lorgar, Konrad Curze was Laughing maniacally slamming the table in pure amusement, and I could not see Corvus, or the Alpha twins, and Mortarion was silently moving away and eating his food, as if nothing is going on. Guilliman was pinching the Bridge of his nose and Ferrus was just scowling at the fact everyone was yelling. It was all of the Sudden, Malcador appeared in the middle of the Dining room, and it caused all of us to stop and freeze as Malcador looked at the chaotic scene.

"ENOUGH!" There was silence, The aura crackling around him.I was set down and I grabbed the ruined book, walking up to the Sigillite to show him the damage. He took the two pieces and observed them, frowning as he stared at it and sighing in exasperation.

"What's gonna happen now? The Book is ruined." Malcador handed it back to me, and I looked down at it as he spoke to me calmly.

"Nothing happens to the Primarch if their book is damaged." He told me reassuringly, causing me to sigh in relief. "You have read enough for him to arrive, however. I am shocked the Man of the Word, someone who claims to be a man of books. Destroyed a book due to the pettiness of a woman who has no control of what was done." Lorgar turned to Malcador and fixed his collar, his face calm, as if he has done nothing wrong.

"That book was screaming.." Magnus looked slightly heartbroken sniffling like a child, and the Kahn was rubbing his shoulder. Malcador stared at Magnus' melodrama but Lion stepped up to Malcador.

"This has been an underlying problem the Entire time Lorgar has arrived, Malcador. He has caused problems with her due to not being able to go back or even bring Kor Phaeron and Erebus here." Lion declared. "I was the one who had to bandage Faline's wound when he started his own tantrum when he first arrived.

"Tantrum?" Lorgar looked incredulous and Lion looked straight at the Wordbearer.

"Exactly what this is. a Child like Tantrum. You resort to manipulations and your old ways just to hide the fact that you are still immature and do not like it when people tell you no. It is time to grow up and adapt to your surroundings." Lion shouted.

"What you call a tantrum is actual justified Anger, Lion El Jonson" Mortarion shot up, "We have been taken from what we know and placed in the care of some young woman who knows nothing of the Hells we been through and actually try to befriend her? Do you know how humiliating this is? Can we also mention this woman took us from crucial times. Like when I was taken from my suffering Legion."

"Mortarion, again, I do not pick and choose the Events you last remember before coming here. I am not on a crystal ball and say. "Oh, he's vulnerable here, Lets take him away, muahahaha," I sassed to Mortarion.

"Fulgrim! What was the last thing you remember when you arrived to this time?" Mortarion shot a look and pointed to the Emperor's children Primarch. Fulgrim lowered his head and then glanced at Ferrus Manus, and he let out a heavy sigh, before he answered. "I killed Ferrus Manus. That was the last thing I remember."

"Night Haunter, What about you?!"

"I was dead." Konrad said, and Sanguinius nodded.

"I was The Same. It was when Horus killed me." I heard Malcadors hum of acknowledgement and then he looked at every Single Primarch, and then spoke.

"Then ask yourselves. All of you. Would you return if given the opportunity.." He asked, and there was silence. I kept silent, wondering if there was anyone who did not want to leave. or if there was anyone who would return. I looked up at Perturabo and he was stoic, listening, and suddenly, everyone was dispersing. Everyone left and I looked at Malcador. he was staring at Perturabo, somehow they were heavy in a silent conversation. I can tell. Magnus and Perturabo always had that face if they were telepathically speaking. It was then he huffed and walked off and Oliver stared in confusion. Oliver and I were the only ones now in the dining room, and I took it as them all thinking of Malcador's question

"You feeling better now?" He asked me, and I just held up the ruined Vulkan book,

"Honestly, I do not know. Everything is starting to fall apart, all because Malcador thought putting them all in one Manor is a good idea." I put the Pieces on the table and then shook my head in frustration.

"I mean, to be fair, it was working." Oliver said, reflecting on the messy Dining area, hot pot contents all over the floor, the ripped up Vulkan book on the counter, and I stared at Oliver skeptically.

"Was it? Because I remember wanting to just throw down with Lorgar just now."

"But what were the Primarchs Doing JUST before.. they all Gathered, ate Hot pot, and was enjoying the moment. Until Lorgar ruined it. But Come on, Family Dinners always end up either being harmonic or full of fights and clapbacks. You think this was a failure? This was a NORMAL Family event. and YOU caused it." Oliver said as I thought of it in that perspective. It was true, We had a large family and we always had random fights and some family members who we hated and yelled at. I put my hands upon my hips, now slightly eased from that metaphor.

"Something seems to be working. Just yesterday, they were training, and playing a game YOU set up. come on. You may not see it, but I sure am." Oliver smiled at me. and Despite all that has happened. despite the dinner that was ruined by our fights, my lips curled to a smile as well. Oliver actually is right.

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It was Midnight, and I could not sleep, I was instead sitting upon the armchair, my legs dangling off the side of the arm, my head resting on the other, and watching Guilliman and Corax playing a fighting Game, Tekken 7. Everything seemed to calm down after the Dinner, the Dining room was cleaned last time I walked in, everyone was calmer. I was still thinking about it, and despite Corvus and Guilliman focused on their video game, they seemed to sense my slight frustration on it.

"You wish to play, Faline? You look like you need to ease your stress." Guilliman asked me and I stared at the controller that Corvus was offering. I sat upright, grabbed Corvus' controller and nodded.

"I don't see why not, but I am just thinking. I do miss my apartment and I miss Selleton." I said, as Guilliman moved to the Character select screen.

"Are all gatherings like that, Faline?"

"Nah, but then again, what Large family DOESN'T have a fight during a large dinner gathering." I said, remembering Oliver's talk after that entire event. Corvus was silent, but he nodded as he looked at the screen.

"Well, Faline. with what we went through, I say, it was eventful." He chose Paul Phoenix, and I chose Nina Williams as we began our virtual Fight. There was silence, save the fighting noises of the game and the clicking of the buttons. Guilliman was better at this than I was, and I was around video games longer than he was. He beat me in the first round and I looked over as he shifted.

"Corvus told me there was an old Farm there. Has anyone occupied it?" He asked. I raised my eyebrow at the

"There was an old family, that knew the Selleton family that used to run the Farm. They grew crops they always sold at the Farmer's Market, their Eggs were top tier, and the Butcher always got giddy when they sold cows and Pigs for meat processing. They sold their cattle and then moved out after Mayor Selleton died. Why? I never took you as a Farmer." I asked him.

"I may be a professional at Administrative work, but honestly, the Farm life has always intrigued me. I actually respect farmers and the honest work they put." When the next round started, I thought I had him, stuck a combo that I loved doing, but Guilliman managed to block at the last minute and catch me, opening with a sweep, then his rage, leaving me open to the entire combo, and winning the round. I nodded, sitting up now to get myself more focused than before.

"Miss Selleton would love to have that Farm open again." I said despite getting frustrated that a Primarch was beating me in Tekken. Guilliman can see my frustration and he leaned back, pleased with himself. I glanced at Corvus who was now watching. I can see no one challenges Guilliman to a Video game, he was next level.

"I am glad to hear that. Perhaps I can make a great deal with her, speak to her about reoperating the Farm." Roboute said calmly, his eyes still focused on the TV, "And if I am needed for other administrative work, I will not mind doing it."

"You think you can help me with budgeting to upgrade my business? After we return to Selleton that is." I asked him spontaneously and Guilliman laughed. It was slightly embarrassing but he gave me a reassuring smile as I passed the controller back to Corvus when the Victory screen came up displaying Paul Phoenix, and Corvus took it, going back to the character screen.

"Of course." he said and I relaxed on the chair. I relaxed now, watching them play and now feeling the familiar heaviness of sleep creep in. It was not before my eyes closed until there was a loud knock at the door. I shot up from my chair, and the two Primarchs looked at each other in confusion before looking at the front area. It was so late at night, so having visitors so late at night made us all cautious. Corvus and Guilliman looked out at the window, and before I got up, Corvus motioned me to stay down. Roboute got up and he walked over to the Front door, and he opened it only to gasping when he felt massive arms wrapped around his shoulders. I jumped up only to see Vulkan crushing Guilliman into a hearty embrace. Roboute flailed slightly, but as soon as he recognized who he was, he placed his own arms around the Primarch. I took a closer look at Vulkan, noticing the Volcanic dark skin, from being upon Nocturne throughout his life. the searing hot red eyes, and the sculpted muscles that flexed when he greeted Guilliman, now reaching for Corvus, causing him to try and escape the massive hug.

"Vulkan! You are here!" Guilliman felt Vulkan finally ease his hug and Vulkan walked in with the rest of his brothers. I was the one on the Chair observing the entire situation. Vulkan glanced at me and I waved, as he continued his talk with his brothers.

"When I was told by Father that you are all here,"

"So Father HAS told you to come here? You heard his voice when you arrived." Roboute asked and Vulkan nodded. "So it seems it was a common thing for all of us when we come here." The Ultramarine looked on quizzically. Finally Vulkan focused on me and he moved to my chair and I looked up at him, straightening up, as he approached me cautiously.

"Are you Faline?" He asked, and I nodded, Corvus and Roboute moving aside. I got up off the chair. I can see the massive size difference between us. even when sitting down. Even with their true sizes scaled down, this was still a tower of a man.

"I am." For some reason Mortarion's introduction came back to me. My anxiety came back. What if he did not like this as much as his Brothers. No. not Vulkan of course. He was more level headed than the others. More stable. He noticed my concern and cocked his head.

"Sorry, I have had bad encounters with some of your brothers when they arrived." Vulkan nodded his head in understanding and he knelt to my level and he opened his arms. I stared slightly looking at his arms and then shrugged, moving in and hugging Vulkan. He was warm, like a campfire. and he did smell of soot and ash. it was actually quite nice in a Winter night. and his hugs was like being blanketed in a warm cozy hearth, I immediately relaxed. This is the best hug I have ever had. I wanted to cry, with how I felt.

"I am sorry about my brothers, I am willing to wager each of them caused you a lot of stress."

"For the most part yes." I said, slightly easing away from the hug and he let me go.

"Do not worry, Miss Faline. If you need them to stop, I can help with that" He winked and I grinned, only for the sound of a throat clearing on the balcony caused us to look up at the source. Konrad Curze. his lip curled up. I turned and Vulkan's soft facade faded instantly, his eyes now focused on the Night Haunter with a ferocity that made me step back. I remembered all I was told by Lorgar and even Curze himself. The Night haunter Tortured Vulkan. killed him repeatedly, and I started to panic and I went to speak To Vulkan, but Vulkan rose to his height again, his face hardening by the second. His hands were now curled to fists.

"Wait Vulkan, before you—" I went to say, but Konrad lifted a hand, silencing me as he leaned on the Balcony, staring Vulkan down.

"No no.." Konrad called out from the Balcony, denying my chance of defending Konrad, "This was predicted. Let it happen."

"But.." I went to start, but Vulkan was already at the foot of the stairs, removing the large coat, and then letting it dangle on the ramp, before continuing up the steps, three steps at a time. Konrad did not remove his gaze from Vulkan, they were heavy in a locked staring contest. Curze was grinning, and Vulkan was calmly moving to the top of the stairs, his face heavy in a glare. Corvus and Guilliman gently pulled me away and I sat down upon the chair, as we all watched this intense moment.

"You wanting your revenge on me does not surprise me, Vulkan. I saw this very moment, and saw everything you will be doing to me. I knew this day would come." When Konrad made his statement, Vulkan stopped, and he brought his fists together, cracking them and readying himself.

"I told you, Konrad, If I saw you, I would kill you. You should have run back into the darkness like the little rat you are."

"You think Death is my fear?" Konrad asked him his grin not leaving his face, despite Vulkan moving closer to him. "I have experienced it once, What's another! You are quite the expert in not fearing death, aren't you, Perpetual?" Konrad teased, "If you want, We can continue more of our experiments. I have more creative ways." He laughed, but Vulkan's face wrenched in a focused anger.

"I experienced it numerous times in your custody, Konrad. This is my retaliation." He stated. I rose my hand, but Corvus shook his head, and I lowered it, just watching as Konrad and Vulkan were now face to face. The Primarch of the Salamanders now towered over

"Shame, You do not have your precious hammer." Konrad grinned, cutting words aimed right at Vulkan. Vulkan just chuckled, and he nodded, as if remembering something, and reminiscing it, he looked once at Konrad and suddenly, Like thunder, Vulkan's Fist Cracked against Konrad's Jaw. Konrad's neck snapped and his body followed, hitting the balcony and then flipping over the railing, falling down to the Living room. Konrad landed on the wooden floor, and I heard the splintering of the wood around him.

"Holy Shit!" I exclaimed, and I noticed Guilliman and Corvus' faces scrunched sucking air through their teeth and watching as Konrad stumbled to get up. I heard some Doors open at the sound of Konrad crashing upon the floor, and I saw Oliver at the doorway, and he saw the situation seeing Vulkan coming down the stairs and Konrad keeping his balance, standing up and recovering at the punch.

"Oh.." Oliver said, watching Vulkan grabbing Konrad's hair by the hand full, twisting then pulling him close, kneeling again and then slamming Konrad three times in the Floor where he landed, and threw him across the way, Konrad spitting blood and teeth.

"I feel like I need to stop this." I said to Corvus and Oliver as he joined us. "I mean, What does that make me, if I stopped Angron from Beating Lorgar, and I do not stop Vulkan from beating Konrad?"

"Girl, it looks like you are doing Vulkan a favor letting him beat the ever loving fuck out of his brother." Oliver said, as we saw Vulkan advance to a stumbling disoriented Curze.

"Oliver is right, in a sense, Faline." Corvus said to me. "Vulkan seemed like he needed this for a long time. It is better if you let justice run its course." I sighed, until I heard a cough from Konrad and he rose a hand before trying to balance himself, his face covered in his blood, some teeth missing and his jaw swollen from the punch.

"Do NOT interfere, little Deer. I told you this would happen, and you must let it.." Konrad said, and then Vulkan took his knee and slammed Konrad's face in again, and I heard a disturbing crunch as Konrad fell to the ground again, blood now seeping from his now broken nose, unconscious now, and Vulkan stood over him, his head leaned back, pointed at the ceiling, and he sighed audibly, as if a thousand pounds has been lifted from his shoulders. I slowly stepped forward, and then I waved, getting his attention. Vulkan looked at me, his fists covered in Konrad's blood.

"You good?" I said to him and Vulkan nodded. I thought he was actually going to kill Konrad, but from how Konrad's chest was still moving, he seemed like he held back. I wanted to ask Vulkan why he did not kill him.

"I feel So much better." Vulkan said softly, towering over his beaten and battered brother, He turned to see the kitchen, then walked away from the Night Haunter. Oliver now moved over to Konrad and sat down next to him observing the damage.

"Okay, Konrad, You got a Nasal Fracture, bruising along the lip," He touched his jaw and gently pressed. "dislocated jaw, we can set that. and let me see." He lowered his hands and Konrad weakly hissed as Oliver was doing his job.

"I am not feeling you up, I am a nurse. You ain't my type, honey."

"It isnt that. It hurts." Konrad wheezed as Oliver felt his chest and he frowned.

" you got some broken ribs too, okay, you will be able to heal that, but it will be swifter if you just go lay down. come on." Oliver went to help him up but Konrad growled getting helped out by Oliver. When Oliver led Konrad out of the hallway and ignored Konrad's complaints, I moved to the kitchen to catch up with Vulkan and I found him in the kitchen, sitting upon the bar stools, a large bottle of water in his hands as he was calming down from the brutal beating he gave Curze. He took a sip from his bottle then looked at me and gently patted the counter for me to join him.

"I am aware on why you did that to Konrad Curze." I said, and Vulkan did not answer. I sighed and then I looked away, leaning on the counter. "He took you, during the Battle of Istvaan, and Subjected you to torture beyond anyone's imagination. Killed you repeatedly, until you snapped." He listened to me, as he took another drink of his water, then leaned back.

"It was long overdue, of course." He said, softly, then he looked right at me, and I straightened up.

"However, you did not kill him, even when you said you would. Why?" It was not out of morbidity, or something like I wanted Konrad dead, I was genuinely curious on why Vulkan did not kill Konrad. He held his bottle with both his hands and his fingers tapped the plastic as he tried to think on his words.

"I wanted to, I really did. However, I did not, It seems Father wanted to give us a second chance on life and to relief us of suffering, which was needed. I need to ask you. Has Konrad Curze done atrocities here?"

I looked down, now thinking. I always saw Konrad throwing things away, and I heard that he was the cause for the Disappearance of the raccoons that always terrorize the alleys of the Town. His fridge full of raw meat that he eats like a snack.

"I mean." I sucked air through my teeth. "He is the reason not many animals come to the town part of Selleton, if you know what I mean." I said, frowning. Vulkan furrowed his brow at that, now causing an awkward silence.

"Well," He said, now clearing his throat, and then let out a sigh but he put the bottle aside. "I did notice that he was different from the Konrad Curze I am so used to. Was it your influence that gave him that?"

I did not answer. I did not think I had any influence on The Night Haunter. I know I spoke to him, helped him ground himself, come to terms with his insanity, but I did not ever think I influenced Konrad Curze, the Primarch of the Night Lords to ever own up to his own actions and take the beating he knew he deserved.

"I don't even know. I don't know what is going on in that Brain of his. Konrad and I had our understanding, and he can be okay to be around sometimes, if he isnt like scaring the crap out of me, but. I did not think i ever influenced him in any form of humility."

"Makes me wonder what else you have done to my wayward brothers, what you have done when giving them a new chance at this new life." Vulkan said, now focused on me.

"Lorgar said to me a few days ago that I was gonna be torturing you if I put you in the same house as Konrad Curze."

"Lorgar does not know that I am capable of handling my own problems, and as you can see, I am perfectly able to handle myself, and deal with my grievance with Konrad. I saw it looked hard for you to see what I have done, and I actually want to thank you for letting me beat him."

"You are thanking me for letting you beat the Shit out of Konrad Curze? I do not think I even had the ability to even stop if you I can!" I said and he laughed softly,

"You are right. You can't" Vulkan took his bottle again, "But You are far from my tormentor. I have experience in that. I think what you could be, from what I am seeing so far with all my brothers." He paused and smiled one more time. "You might just be their humanity."

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Vulkan put me in a good mood, and that entire encounter might have helped me get invigorated in this. With all of the Primarchs save Horus being here, I can finally relax, I can finally do what I was told to do. My mind still wandered though, to Horus. I was slightly down hearted he will not be a part of this. If I am to be the Humanity of the Primarchs, why can't Horus have this as well? I did feel myself getting exhausted now, and was ready to head to sleep, but I heard some voices in a room with a door cracked open. Curiosity got the best of me and I peeked in, seeing the group of the Traitor Primarchs sitting along the desks of the Library and Lorgar speaking. I opened the door. Fulgrim, Magnus, Mortarion, Lorgar, Angron, Alpharius and Perturabo were all in the library. Lorgar paused his own speech and saw me and then regarded a hand.

"If you are here to eavesdrop, might as well take a seat." He said, and I walked in. Fulgrim scoffed. looking right at Lorgar.

"Lorgar, your animosity over Faline, is starting to grow tiresome and boring. She has her limits, and I never thought I had to agree with the Lion of all people, but You just have to adapt, deal with your surroundings and make the most of this place." He said, and Lorgar blinked at how Fulgrim took my side.

"Surely you do not think that. I am sure there has to be something she can control. I refuse to think she has no sway in what the Emperor wants with us." He looked straight at me and I held out my hands showing there was nothing in them.

"I am serious. Emperor does what he wants. If anything, I am mostly the one chosen to help you all with this project of his." I said, and Mortarion just watched me, then shook his head.

"So it was the Emperor who chose the times in our lives we get whisked here, and you had no control of this?" Mortarion asked me and I nodded. Mortarion just lowered his head, "And here, I thought you were a psyker out to torment all of us." Fulgrim laughed loudly, his legs crossing in his seat as he leaned back

"Please, Mortarion. That little girl trying to torment any of us?" He motioned to every Primarch in the room. "A laughable situation, if you ask me. and Lorgar." he looked pointedly at him with a sneer. "You are horrid for making her feel that way."

"She made you relive the beheading of Ferrus Manus." Lorgar tried to counter, getting up from his seat. "Tore you apart in a way that made you unmade into the Primarch you are. A Being of Perfection that she does not see."

"That is Not how—" I went to defend myself, but Fulgrim held up a single finger to me, silencing me and he put his hands down across each other, and faced Lorgar.

"Faline is going to have to do a lot more than THAT to fully break me down. Sure she threw that event in my face, but she made me face it, instead of running away from the problem itself. Seriously, Lorgar, I thought you were just as intelligent as Magnus himself. Do you not know the difference between Torture and empathy?" Fulgrim pursed his lips at Lorgar who was now looking slightly annoyed.

"Her methods of having all of you deal with your ordeals and inner insecurities is not empathy. It is taking a wrecking ball and tearing you down." Lorgar declared.

"Maybe that is what is needed for you Stubborn Brats," Fulgrim said. Fulgrim met my gaze and Winked, and I just smiled, slightly a little vindicated. Lorgar was slightly annoyed I was being defended, and I got up, now ready to end this once and for all.

"You know I am right here, Lorgar." I said. "I have no ulterior Motives, Lorgar, this may come as a shock to you, but What if and hear me out, maybe I just want to give you guys the balance needed to actually have a life away from the War and strife."

"Oh? and What are your actions on that?" Lorgar asked. "Hiring a Primarch in your Cafe, and treating him like your Underling, trying to be our friend or something like what you and Perturabo have."

"I have never treated Magnus as lesser. We have been friendly, and had our arguments, but He openly requested to be hired in my Cafe." I said. "What Perturabo and I have is normal as well. not to mention Consensual. You have been around Manipulators for so long, you think it is the norm, when it is not!"

"Kor Phaeron has never manipulated me!"

"I did not have to MENTION his name and the FIRST person you say is that fucker! It goes to show I was right!" I doubled down, and there was silence. I sat back down, and then Lorgar spoke up again.

"Fine. But what of the Motives of the Emperor? Why Father wants us to go through this time. why he wants us to befriend this woman, and have a normal Civilian life. I am sure you have your theories, Faline." I nodded, slightly shocked Lorgar was cooperating.

"That question that Malcador asked is running in my mind, and I can't stop thinking about it. but that runs the question. What if The Emperor is indeed giving you guys this emotional stability, giving you all the ability to live like this, then returning you all before the Great Crusade, before the Heresy, and then starting over to prevent it. In my opinion, I do not think it will work. Malcador even said the Heresy will happen no matter how emotionally adjusted any of you are." I shared, and I looked at every Traitor Primarch. all of them silent. Lorgar steepled his fingers then and he regarded a hand to everyone.

"Okay, we can start with that. Would any of you go back to our time, if given the chance and opportunity?" Lorgar asked and the first one to answer, was Angron and he got up shaking his head vigorously.

"I will refuse to go back to The Emperor and That damned Legion." Angron declared. "I will NOT go back to the Nail's bite, go back to that Tyrant that made me watch my brothers and sisters die. My time here, I have my own terms, my own control, given a reason to live again." I nodded, hearing Angron's vehement refusal to go back. That was very much expected. Angron was better off here, and it was obvious.

"If I return to the time Before the Great Crusade," Fulgrim crossed his legs as he began to speak out his own answer. "It would mean having to repeat parts of our history. And if i did, I would be a puppet, unable to control my own body, and to relive parts of my life, I do not wish to relive again. I will have to say no, I would no return." Fulgrim said.

"I am merely a form of Magnus who came here just because I asked Faline to come here. In a way, I am there and here, so you know my answer here." Magnus said, leaning back. Lorgar looked at Alpharius who crossed his arms, and then waved a hand, as if saying to pass him.

"I would return merely to save my legion from the clutches of a chaos god." I nodded. Mortarion was recent, and he still was stubborn to trust me. Lorgar pointed to Perturabo, who was silent the entire time, and he looked at Lorgar at first and hardened his face. Perturabo suddenly spoke and rolled his eyes.

"I would return. If this is just some temporary pet project for Father, it would annoy me that I was taken to some place that was meaningless in the first place." THAT was something I did not expect. I dropped my jaw, and Magnus, Fulgrim, and Lorgar just stared in shock.

"Um. Perturabo." I said to him and he turned to me. "D-did you say you would return?"

"I do not repeat myself, Faline."

"You better fucking start now, Perturabo." He noticed my rising anger at his insult. He turned his whole body to me now, and his own glare fixed on me.

"I said, I would return. Given the opportunity, I would not waste my time here, and waste the rest of my resources here."

"And if you do not get the opportunity." I asked him.

"Then I will be left to my own devices, Faline. It is simple as that."

"Okay." I tried to remain calm, despite hearing his logic. but something about it broke something in me. "but if you were given the chance to leave.. you would leave. Cut all losses, just everything you worked on here."

"I am not going to sugarcoat it for you, Faline. If this was indeed temporary, then fine, let it be temporary, I am gone." My throat started to hurt hearing every word he just said, Fulgrim covered his mouth.

"Perturabo, you better shut up. Now" He warned quietly. but Perturabo glared at Fulgrim as if to stay out of this. I tried to hold it together, but every statement he said was hurting my heart, my throat. I knew only Magnus can hear my hidden distress and Lorgar was now silent at the fact I was hearing this from Perturabo.

"What about us, then?" I said trying not to choke at my words, my eyes were now stinging. Perturabo just looked at me up and down.

"Be realistic, then. Deal with the fact there is a chance you will not have me, at all. this was only a temporary arrangement and you know it. I outlive you. I surpass you."

"Oh, so Lorgar got to your ass then?" I said, recognizing those words and Lorgar actually moved his hands in a surrender. He actually did not feed those words to Perturabo.

"When will I ever listen to that zealous tantrum prone idiot. He has no influence to me. And if he tried, he will meet my boot."

"So, The moment you hear these questions, this particular question, you are just going to say 'cut losses as soon as the moment arrives. I have no need of this and I do not give a shit of what I am to someone."

"What I am to you?" Perturabo stood to his full height. "Do not pretend that this is some transactional affection. Your pity was clearly showing and I am sick of playing along." He pulled out the folded paper that had the sketch of my upgraded library.

"Bo, That is NOT what you are to me, When have I ever treated you that way?" Tears were now streaming down my face, he did not back down, and he put the paper down upon the desk. "That project was for you. I thought you were the perfect one to do it. You remember I was nervous to give it to you because I did not want to burden you, make you think I am using you. I was not using you. I genuinely enjoyed what we had"

"Do not give me that emotional sentimental drivel, Faline. You did use me. With your emotion, affection. What we shared that day, was a gross misjudgement on my part. If I were you, Faline, take that affection and give it to someone else, because you do not need to waste any time with me.

"Perturabo." I stated, wiping the tears from my face, but they were still falling. "You are the Smartest man I have ever met. That is why I feel that was the Stupidest statement you have ever said in all of your time being here."

"If you DID feel something for me, Faline, it is better if you do not. it saves you the pain for later." He pointed at the upgraded library sketch, "And keep this. At least give me the recognition I deserve when it is done." I was at a loss for words, Taking the paper I folded it and then put it in my pocket, trying to wipe my tears again, but they were quickly replaced again. Every single Primarch in the room except for Perturabo was just looking at me. Lorgar unexpectedly had nothing to say. No smug smile, no victorious speech that I was put in my place. Nothing. He was silent.

"You are so wrong about me, Bo. You really are. but fine. You want to push me away as soon as you are given some outcome that might not happen? Fine. We are over." I said, then took a breath, trying to stop the tears but Perturabo glared at me, his arms crossed, as if he felt nothing at me breaking down in front of him. I gave him one last look, and he stood his ground, but on his left eye, I seen it start to water, and before the tear dropped, he turned away. I broke down there, and then walked out of the room, ignoring the chairs groaning as Magnus, Fulgrim and Angron got up.

"Faline!" Fulgrim yelled out, but I did not stop for them, I just continued to run to my room. Shutting the door, I turned to my bed, grabbing my pillows, not bothering to cover up in my blankets and I screamed in the pillow. My heart hurt, my body shook, and I kept my tears running down my face, as I just cried at the end of our relationship. I have endured seizures for a week, felt the Pressure of Primarch auras without any suppression. Felt the Emperor's might, had my own wrist Shattered by a single flex. But out of all of the painful things I felt throughout this entire time I had with the Primarchs. Perturabo breaking things off with me was the worst pain I have ever felt.

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The Drive back to Selleton was silent. Oliver, Angron and Mortarion was in the car, and I did not even bother to talk to them. Malcador decided to stay in this time, do to more observing, I looked at the rearview mirror, only to see Leman and Lion following us back. When we made it to the Town limits, I pulled up, turned off the car and opened my door. I shut the door, before Angron got to get out and Oliver swiftly moved to intercept me.

"Faline, talk to me, please. I hate silent Faline." Oliver took my arm and I shook my head.

"I just want to sleep. I did not get enough last night." I said, shedding another tear. I shook my arm away and Oliver looked at both Angron and Mortarion getting out, but I just waved without saying goodbye. I was already in the Apartment, and I noticed I noticed on my counter was the Tea Brewer that Malcador promised me, my keychain that had a note that only said one name, Sanguinius. And on my small dining table was a large Basket. A Gift basket with various teas, Coffee grounds and some bags of cookies and wrapped cakes. It all looked so expensive, and honestly, so relaxing to see. There was even some fluffy socks and an eye mask. I flipped over the tag and I read the note, in elegant and purple cursive.

"Magnus teleported this into your house so you can see it when you make it home. Please take care of yourself. I am sorry for our Idiot of a brother."

-Fulgrim and Magnus

I nodded and then walked away from it, going to my room first before I opened the gift basket. I needed sleep first. My eyes closed as soon as my head reached my pillow, and I shed a single tear. I hated that Curze again was right about this trip. It ended in tears and it was mine.

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Okay, so. um.. I am SO sorry. Maybe. But Damn this was my longest Chapter yet.

It might take me some time to get the next chapter out, but Honestly, we are close to the end! I might put in like 5 Chapters left. I am not sure just yet, but we are close!

Anxiety and terror filled my heart, but my legs carried me quicker up the stairs. This could not be happening. This is surreal. Why did the Emperor send the Twins to Selleton and not anyone else? What was the plan for this?

"My Apartment! My Brother!" I yelled, Sanguinius tailing behind me trying to see what damage was done by the Alpha twins. My heart was pounding as I ran up the stairs, practically skipping two to three steps at a time, and I looked at my door. Sure enough, the Door was wide open, the knob broken and my apartment inside was slightly messed up. I panicked, as Sanguinius and I ran inside and I frantically looked for Oliver. The Books can wait. If Alpharius used his likeness to disguise himself, I did not know the extent of the disguise. Does he knock Oliver out? Does he kill him? Oh please do not be the one where he kills him, I thought with pure dread.

"Oliver! Please be alive. Oliver!" I called out. Sanguinius rushed to the kitchen, his wings spread, as if prepared for an ambush,

"Oliver!" he yelled, and I looked slightly panicked, tears threatening to blur my vision, until I heard a gasp from the doorway. Sanguinius and I turned to see Oliver at the open and broken door, his arms full with paper bags from the market and He looked at the mess, in pure shock.

"I was only gone for twenty minutes, what happened?!" He said looking at the mess, Sanguinius in my kitchen and me in the living room.

"Oh He is okay" Sanguinius said in relief as I moved to Oliver, my face now in tears and I hugged him. Oliver stiffened, unsure exactly what was going on. I stopped my hug seeing his look at the messed up house. He seemed genuinely confused out of everything.

"Uhh, Of course I am okay. What happened? Did we get robbed?" He said walking in with the bags and I looked at the broken doorknob. Sanguinius moved towards it.

"I shall tell this to the Lion. Perhaps both he and Leman Russ can track them down." I nodded my head, and he jumped over the railing of my stairs and glided down before flying towards the park. He did that so quick, it was as if he teleported. I snapped out of it, before I turned back in my house. Oliver watched Sanguinius fly to the park in swift speed, and I looked over at Oliver.

"Alpharius Omegon." I spoke as I walked to the messed up Living room. Oliver looked around, seeing the extent of the mess. some of my plushes that were neatly placed in the Stuffed animal hammock were thrown, the closet door was open, part of my clothing were thrown down and the Box where the Primarch books were in, was completely gone, leaving a space for the box.

"Uhh, what or who is that?" Oliver asked me as I picked up the plushies, Oliver coming to help out.

"That's a Primarch. well, Two, but they act as one." Oliver was frozen in a confused stare. I was holding my hands up in a cross, but I waved, as if giving up.

"But The Alpha Legion. This is the Primarch that the Emperor chose to bring in freely and they stole my Books!" I exclaimed with a hint of annoyance. "They came up disguised as you, and broke in stealing my books and now they are gone to who knows where!!"

"Wait." Oliver held up a hand. "A whole ass Primarch that is also Two Primarchs straight up disguised as me? There is no way." There was slight denial in his voice, but then he grinned devilishly and looked at me. "Was their makeup at least good?" I stared at him, he can see my unamused glare at him, but he kept his toothy grin, fluttering his eyes at me, expecting an answer.

"Really? I mention my books being stolen and you ask if they did your Makeup good?!" Oliver just rolled his eyes.

"Okay, okay, not a good time, but I will ask later, then." he said until he turned to see Lion, Leman and Sanguinius at the doorway and Leman set his eyes immediately at the broken knob. Before Leman started to growl, Lion stepped in and he assessed his surroundings and turned to us moving to me first and trying to find any injury.

"I am fine. None of us were injured." I said moving my hands up, and Oliver nodded and Lion pointed at Leman.

"Russ, inspect the wreckage. The scent of the perpetrator should still be around the town somewhere." Lion directed to the Space wolf and Russ set to work, smelling my apartment.

"Uh, I know who the culprit is. it was Alpharius." I told Lion. Lion looked at me, slightly taken aback. Leman Russ paused then he grinned, his excitement growing with that wolfish smile he got on him.

"I know the alpha legion's scent anywhere. there is a reason why they can not infiltrate the Space Wolf legion." He tapped his nose with a cocky grin as he walked around the apartment, now a bit more determined to find his brother's scent.

"They were disguised" I Pointed out and Sanguinius looked around the mess in the apartment. "In fact, One of them was in the cafe with us when you ordered the drinks." Lion was quiet the entire time I was telling him this. He crossed his arms, slightly annoyed. It was as if he was chastising himself for not sensing his brother sooner. I gave him a reassuring smile, but he turned away, still.

"Such an overlook will not be done twice with me" Lion said, but what got our attention, was Leman growling then grabbing my button down beige Jacket from the closet. I grimaced at how roughly he grabbed it, hoping he doesn't rip it.

"Please be careful, I really like that jacket" I begged and Leman stared then took the jacket to his face and smelled it. He moved it away and nodded.

"It is faint, but he left his trail upon the jacket. If you give me three days, maybe less, I can track down Alpharius easily."

"Leman Russ can track down any one of us in the entire Galaxy. Alpharius will not be far." Lion said.

"But wouldn't Alpharius know this, and cover his tracks from even Leman?" I asked as Oliver took out the groceries. Sanguinius shook his head.

"Even if Alpharius can cover his tracks, Leman can still track him down. besides, I think Alpharius took the books for a reason that does not mean he will use them." Sanguinius stated helping Oliver with the Groceries now that things are calming down

"He said no hard Feelings, that he was told to steal my books. But Who told Alpharius to steal three books that can summon his brothers?" I asked. All three of the Primarchs looked away trying to think until Oliver slammed the counter three times, his eyes wide as he had a revelation. Lion looked at Oliver and Oliver pointed at him,

"I know who might have!" Oliver called out, and Lion raised an eyebrow when Oliver pointed to the window out in the distance of Selleton's house.

"MISS GEORGIA SELLETON! That old bitch must have been the one who wanted them. Remember how much she was all like "oooh, Faline, read and summon more primarchs for my town…" He was animated with his opinion, and I nodded in agreement. Miss Selleton WOULD try to find a way to grab the last three books and then use them to bring out the last of the Primarchs. It was definitely villain behavior.

"I, have to agree with Oliver on this one. With how much she has been wanting to bring the others in for personal plans, She has to be the number one suspect in setting Alpharius to steal those books." Sanguinius said.

"You sure about that? That old woman has no standing or any form of bond with us to ask Alpharius of a favor so dastardly. It makes no sense. Alpharius Just arrives to Selleton, and the Mayor has leverage to use his skills to steal Faline's books? While it might be a lead, it is unlikely." the Space wolf spoke in contrast.

"New plan then. Here is what we will do." Lion said pointing at Leman and Sanguinius. "You two together can cover a lot of ground. Leman you follow the scent you picked up from Alpharius, and track him down with Sanguinius. If Alpharius has any ambush set for you both, I trust you two can hold your own, correct?" Sanguinius nodded and Leman grunted, then he turned to me and Oliver.

"You two, will go to Miss Selleton's house and ask her if she had anything to do with this robbery. I will alert the rest of the Primarchs that Alpharius is here, and I will expect the two of you to report to me when finished. Are we understood."

"Yes Sir." Oliver said with a half done Salute and winked at Lion. Lion looked at Oliver cautiously and shook his head while I looked around at my mess of an Apartment.

"Let me at least fix up my house before I go meet up with Selleton. honestly, I am not looking forward to seeing her." I said as Oliver frowned. He knows how draining miss Selleton can be. Lion furrowed his brow at my response.

"Faline, the woman is abrasive, but you must."

"I know. so that means every single encounter with her has been exhausting, stressful, and I just am running out of energy to deal with her." I said, holding my head. "Winchester's death was sad for everyone, but I thought things will be better not reveal how horrid she can be. It was like His death brought out the worst in her.

"Grief can reveal so much in someone, Faline. Especially when it comes to someone that is close." Sanguinius spoke with a reassuring tone. His calming look slightly eased my stress of seeing Miss Selleton.

"However," He continued on, causing me to look up at the Angel. "we always come across an encounter that is unsavory for even us. How you conquer it, is up to you."

"Holding it off will only delay the inevitable." Lion added, causing Sanguinius to nod, their minds thinking alike. "As much as she causes you stress, this must be done by you." Lion looked around the apartment then at the doorknob of my front door. He pulled out his phone and he started to text something in it, and he looked back.

"I texted Rogal Dorn to help fix the Door. It will be a good time to give him the news of the Arrival of Alpharius. While he is here, we can see about fixing your apartment while you are away, to ensure break ins like this do not happen again, Understand?"

I nodded my head and we headed out of the House before we saw Rogal coming with a Large bag over his shoulder, clad in a large button down jacket. Lion waved and Rogal moved to see the damage.

"Simple work, Lion" He said before I headed down the stairs.

"Yeah, Alpharius came by and stole my books." I said as Rogal put down his duffel bag of tools. He stopped what he was doing, hearing the name Alpharius, then he looked at me, his Grey eyes casted at me, as if he knew something. I noticed his slightly pained look, but he hid it with his stoic facade. I turned to Oliver who was smiling at Rogal Dorn removing his coat to show a yellow polo shirt.

"You look so good in yellow." Oliver complimented Rogal and the Primarch nodded his head.

"Your compliment is acknowledged, Oliver. Thank you." He simply said while setting to work.

"We will take things from here, Faline. Go find the whereabouts of your books." Lion called out as Rogal expertly removed the knob and assessed the damage on the door. I nodded, and when we made it to the street, I finally noticed how cold the place was getting. I moved my shoulders up and down as Leman and Sanguinius followed but then broke off to the other side of the town, heading down the main road. Leman was hot on Alpharius' trail. Sanguinius spread his wings and then he looked back, waving at us, causing the both of us to wave back

"Be careful, you two." He said, before Lifting himself off to follow Leman out of the town and down the road. I looked at Oliver and then sighed.

"I hate dealing with Miss Selleton, but are you ready?" I said to my brother and he just scoffed.

"I love putting bitches in their place, I got you honey." Oliver reassured me as we walked to the opposite side of town, walking down the empty road. He turned back, hearing the flapping of wings and I turned to the trees, seeing the giant raven staring down at us.

"That is one massive crow." Oliver said looking up at it but still walking. I looked back and Corvus followed, hopping from one Branch at a time.

"It is a raven, and that is Corvus, one of the Primarchs. He followed Lorgar as a warp beast and I guess he can take the form of a raven due to that."

"Oh my god, tomato tomahto. They are the same thing!" Oliver waved dismissively and I dropped my jaw.

"Ravens and Crows are different Oliver!" I yelled now and he scoffed.

"They are both black!" he bent his hand as we just started up a silly argument about ravens and crows. We were so in our argument we did not see Corvus flying to the next distant tree, and it seemed the three of us were heading to the Selleton Manor.

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Miss Selleton's House was not a nice place to me, especially since there was a slope, Oliver easily was able to traverse, but despite me being able to scale it, i always felt like I was breathing heavily after, feeling like I was out of shape. It was embarrassing. Corvus perched on the tree near the front gate of the house, and Oliver opened the gate letting us both in.

"So What do we say to Miss Selleton, asking her about the books." Oliver asked.

"Say, 'Hey, bitch where the fuck is my books." I called out and Oliver rolled his eyes. I thought I saw Corvus shaking his head as well

"Maybe we let ME do the talking and not the one who called the most powerful man in the galaxy a deadbeat asshole."

Because he IS!"

"That isn't the POINT, FALINE!" Oliver pointed back to me. "Tact! It's all about TACT!" he said and I sighed.

"Says the guy who beat the shit out of a woman in Spring break two years ago." Oliver just sighed.

"Okay, that was different, She came up to me and my bestie and straight up jammed her tongue down his throat without fucking consent. That bitch had to go down. I kept yelling at her that he was gay too," He said, but I sighed.

"Okay, enough talking, let's just ask Miss Selleton about the books and then we can—" we stopped talking when we heard the door opening only to see Lorgar come out of the House and with a beaming like smile upon his smug face. Miss Selleton, looking pleasant for the first time in a while. Oliver and I dropped our jaws as we saw this scene. What was Lorgar doing with Miss Selleton?

"I have to say Lorgar. You are the most refreshing out of all of your brothers. So kind to talk to and you have such amazing advice." She said and I grimaced. Lorgar had both his hands together in a prayer like gesture and he bowed slightly, giving her his full attention.

"Of course, my dear. I saw how troubled you were, on behalf of all of my brothers I am sorry for the stress they caused you." Lorgar said, gently taking her hand in his. Oliver and I stared at the two clasping hands and I glared. He was up to something.

"I want to say, I am sorry I looped you together with your rowdy brothers, I honestly think you are not wrapped around Faline's finger." I heard my own name. She honestly thinks I have every Primarch at my beck and call like that? I raised my fist to my mouth and then I cleared my throat, to tell them I am here, and hearing their little petty shit talk.

"Ahem"

"Oh, Speak of her and she arrives. Faline. Faline's Brother.." Lorgar stated.

"It is Oliver" Oliver sized up Lorgar. Lorgar adjusted his robe like outfit, and he nodded.

"Pleasure. I am just shocked you are not with Angron today."

"Angron has his big boy panties on and can handle a day without me." I sighed, until I heard Corvus cawing deeply in the tree and Lorgar glared at his brother.

"What are you doing to Miss Selleton, Lorgar?" I asked him, trying to remain calm. I had to keep myself tactful like Oliver said, no matter how much Lorgar grinds my gears. Lorgar just looked at me, calmly, and it pissed me off even more.

"Why I was here to speak to Miss Selleton, give her an ear to talk to and a shoulder to cry on." Lorgar placed a gentle hand upon Miss Selleton and she smiled, nodding in agreement to his statement. She seemed like she really needed Lorgar and that is what irritated me. He was manipulative. He does not usually do things without a true motive.

"well, stop." I said without fully thinking and Lorgar raised an eyebrow. By the time I realized what I said, I went to correct myself but Lorgar beat me to it, ready to make me sound bad.

"You dont want me to help a grieving widow to come to terms without her husband? That is a cold hearted thing to do." Lorgar cooed and my eye twitched.

"That is not what I meant and you know it!" I yelled.

"Miss Faline," Lorgar started, his hands together again.

"Miss Selleton has gone through grief on her own, having to care for a town with memories and reminders of her husband Winchester and has anyone come to her and helped her? Has anyone checked on her and gave her something to hold on to in such a trying time such as a death of an important person in their lives?"

"Yes. A bunch of times," I countered. "We had a heart to heart before the Halloween festival, before she stole Angron's book. In fact, there has been many people to come and check on her. I have seen it."

"Yet, have any of you actually sat down and Fully talked to her. Have any of you went to her house and asked her if she was okay? Sanguinius is the most Approachable of us Primarchs and not even HE has come to give Miss Selleton some reassurance." Lorgar said, gently placing an arm around Miss Selleton as she nodded her head, bowing it as her loneliness was put to light by Lorgar

"A town who has lost their mayor and none of its inhabitants came to his widow to make sure she had reassurance through her loss. Surely, her bitterness is justified due to that alone." Oliver was frowning and he looked away. I turned to Oliver, and he glanced up at me, slightly ashamed. Lorgar got to Oliver too.

"Faline, I feel bad, honestly. I mean, The woman lost her husband. And Mr. Selleton was the kindest old man I have ever met." Oliver said. Miss Selleton frowning and I looked away, now contemplating this. To be honest, Lorgar made some fair points. I did not really think of her grief and what she was going through. There was a long silence, and I honestly felt like stepping back, standing down just from the sheer guilt of what Lorgar put into our minds. It was not until Corvus in a Raven form flew next to me perching on the fence, and cawed. He looked like he was trying to snap us out of Lorgar's Charismatic Manipulations. It was quite effective. I kept myself from relenting and backing down and I straightened up. Oliver matched my resolve, and copied my actions, right behind me. Miss Selleton noticed our change of behavior.

"Miss Selleton," I said in a softer tone, and she looked at me, trying to keep my voice level and easy. "I Do not know what you went through. A lifetime partner lost so suddenly, and no one to help you deal with the horrid grief of losing a man you spent most of your life with. I am sorry," I saw Georgia's gaze soften and her glare slowly dissipate, despite Lorgar keeping his eyes on me, and I looked at the Primarch before I turned back to Miss Selleton again.

"However, I am merely here, due to the fact my three books were stolen away from me, by another Primarch and I wanted to ask if you were involved in any of that.." I asked, now going for tact, like Oliver told me to try. Miss Selleton's Gaze hardened yet again, and she grew defensive again.

"What ever are you on about, Faline Cross?" She asked directly, and I slumped my shoulders, letting out an exasperated sigh now slightly annoyed I had to ask twice.

"Did you hire two Primarchs to steal my last of the books from my home?"

"I did not. I have no use of your Primarch books, and I do not care. I am still appalled there are two more new primarchs here. What is your motive here, Miss Faline."

Lorgar furrowed his brow, his tattooed face showing slight concern at the mention of two primarchs now in Selleton and he spoke. "Which one of my brothers have been spirited away to this town?"

"Alpharius Omegon."

Miss Selleton shook her head, now slightly annoyed, frustrated more Primarchs are here. She stepped forward now and she pointed her finger at me.

"I thought you said you are not bringing any more primarchs, and now there is another couple of Primarchs committing theft of powerful books? You have some explaining if you are not even able to control this situation. It is my town that is taking the brunt of this whole debacle. There are STILL people coming here merely to see the rumored "Angel that fell from the Heavens," and I had to control that situation, yet I see him flying around here and there!"

"I do not have to explain anything to you," I snapped back.

"I deserve an explanation! You are Damn Lucky I do not call anything pertaining to the National Guard or the Army with these War mongering Men in my town! One has wings, One almost tore this place apart with his bare hands and one Controls Reality with his own Mind! This whole situation you need to explain since you are dumping them into MY town! Should I remind you of how things happened with Angron." Miss Selleton ranted and I just groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Need I remind you, Georgia." I said to her, my hand straight out pointing at her. "That YOU were the one who brought Angron here in the first place, because you took his book and read it when it was placed somewhere that clearly was not meant for you to snoop in. These quote unquote War mongering men you are so worried about are FAR from stupid and we all discuss and debate what is the best course of actions when it comes to their brothers who they know of, and have dealt with. We all agreed we were not prepared for Angron and wanted to wait for his arrival until we had the right timing for it."

"So you are going to sit there, and blame me for something that I did not know what would happen?" Miss Selleton yelled. Not even Lorgar spoke up; Oliver and Corvus just watched this argument take place.

"The book was somewhere where You did not Belong!" I countered at her.

"It should not have been anywhere near any form of shelf in the first place!"

"THEY WERE NOT ON THE SHELVES!" my voice carried out my pure frustration boiling over and causing me to explode. Oliver finally moved up to me and put a hand upon my shoulder, making me just put my hands on my face, and then run them up my head and into my hair, smoothing it out, breathing in then out.

"Girl, it isn't worth it." Oliver said, then I just nodded in agreement.

"You know what? It is not worth this. This argument is not going anywhere. You did not steal my books? Fine" I raised my hands up in the air. "You did not steal them." I looked right at Lorgar then squinted my eyes at him. He Mirrored me.

"Are you sure you want to put your trust in Lorgar Aurelian?" I felt Lorgar's hard gaze on me, and suddenly, like a reflex, my hand moved behind my back. It was the very wrist that he shattered, as if remembering the pain he inflicted on me in the hotel. The agony of my bones giving away to Lorgar's Primarch strength, my body remembered, and it made me discreetly shudder. Miss Selleton did not pay attention to that, instead she rolled her eyes at my question.

"Lorgar has been specially well to me," Miss Selleton said to me, not paying attention to Lorgar's focused gaze at me. I glanced at him, and I can tell he can sense the subconscious fear that I had of him and that is what made him raise a single eyebrow. "He has been a saint, quite approachable, respectful, and quite wise. He even has helped me deal with my own grief of my dead husband. He has been a great man to me, and I will not tolerate any slander to him." Lorgar returned Miss Selleton's Defense of him with a slight bow to her in gratitude. Oliver scoffs.

"She talks mad shit about War mongering men in her town yet here she is enjoying the company of one of them. Can you spell inconsistent?" Oliver sassily grumbled, his head moving back and forth showing a face of disapproval.

"Oliver is it?" Lorgar spoke up and Oliver looked at the Word bearer with a raised eyebrow. "If I recall, you are a nurse of one of my brothers, the very one who is afflicted with rage due to his nails, and you enjoy his company? And this being a small town, Faline here is close to a particular Iron Warriors Primarch, sitting upon him and even kissing him when they are supposed to be alone.

"Angron is my job, I was hired to help him curb his rage into healthy outlets." Oliver countered back. "And My sister is a grown ass woman with a grown ass man consensually might i tell you."

"Frankly, Lorgar, who I am with is none of your business nor are you in any place to say who we associate with." I added with my brother. Oliver nodded his head, but what made us stop our argument was a small smirk as he placed his hands together and steepled them, looking at us both.

"Then conversely, I can say the same to the both of you. Who I associate with—" He paused a moment and looked between the both of us. "—is our business"

We were both silent. He threw our argument back at us, with no effort and he smiled smugly, winning the verbal battle. We were quiet as Lorgar opened Miss Selleton's Door and he regarded his hand to let her back in.

"As Much as I would love to stay in your lovely abode to continue our talk, my Dear lady Selleton, I must retire and do my daily meditations. This entire Encounter has taken so much of me." Lorgar said, taking Georgia's hands and he brought them up to his lips, gently pressing his lips to her knuckles.

"Lucky I don't sic the Raven on you." I muttered, and Lorgar turned to me, his face changed from endearing to annoyed.

"Corvus knows better than to attack me right now. The feathered annoyance is too out in the open and that isnt his style of fighting, right brother." He looked straight at the Raven on the fence and Corvus hissed, his feathers puffed up and shaking as if daring Lorgar to hit him. I went to Corvus and I had him perch on my hand and moved back. Lorgar moved away to get past the fence and down the road back to the town. Miss Selleton waved at Lorgar and then she focused her gaze at us, looking at the raven as well on my hand.

"I had nothing to do with the theft of your books, but if it means anything, which might not from the likes of you two, I suggest you both find those books before anything worse comes out of them. My town is already overrun by these Primarchs and that is something neither of you have to deal with." She said before walking back into her house and closing the door. I sighed, lifting my hand up, and letting Corvus fly off of me, and disappear into the trees. I went to look at Oliver but Lorgar spoke up from his position.

"By the way, Dear Faline" My spine shuddered at him calling me dear and I looked at him, "How is your relationship with Perturabo? I never expected my, let's say, taciturn brother to have any form of bond with someone as outgoing as you,"

"Why do you ask, Lorgar? Is there a reason you are asking this?" I asked him and Oliver crossed his arms, waiting for Lorgar's response.

"I assure you there is no hidden reason, I merely wish to speak my own peace about it. It is quite unexpected to end up bonded to a Primarch that you know has done atrocities that are even worse than mine. To kiss a being that surpasses you in all things, to hold close a man who has broken the spines of others that are like you. It is Baffling if you ask me." He continued to Ramble and I held my gaze as Oliver blinked at Lorgar's speech, the both of us watching him turn back upon the road.

"This Town, does wonders to my brothers, before our very eyes. Quite peculiar." He said then he walked away. I finally relaxed my shoulders as Oliver raised his hand.

"ugh, I cannot Stand priests with their high and mighty attitude. That Man is no different." Oliver said and I looked over at my brother.

"He was raised by another Priest , Oliver, of course he is gonna get that cocky ass attitude from Kor Phaeron."

"Believe it or not" We heard Corvus behind us finally and we jumped at his sudden appearance, in Primarch form, his dark eyes down at the road where Lorgar left. "He is the least combat effective out of all of us. I have beaten him many times."

I looked over at Corvus now and we walked across the grass.

"Weak or not, what he lacks in combat he exceeds in words. Did you see how he just verbally slapped us into silence more than 3 times?" I asked Corvus. Corvus looked down at me as Oliver let out a sharp exhale.

"He basically made us into his verbal Bitches!" Oliver exclaimed. "I know I talked a lot of shit about him but damn, he knows how to use that tongue, and I do not mean in a good way." Oliver said holding out his hand.

"That is why he is still dangerous being here. That charisma will be his biggest weapon, and Neither of you are like us. None of you have any defense against wordplay so eloquent. Especially you with your obvious fear of him." Corvus pointed at me and I stiffened my shoulders yet again.

"Me?" I said.

"I know fear when I see it, Faline." Corvus stated. "the hairs on your neck stood up, your hands were shaking, the one that was broken quaking more than the other. You are still afraid of him."

"Do you blame me, Corax?!" I tried to defend myself. "He shattered my wrist with one flex. Broke it in pieces. That pain was unlike anything I have felt in my entire life! It stuck with me. I am not a powerful Being, I do not have abilities, I can't regenerate. I am human. It is normal for me to fear something that caused that much damage to me!" I said to him. Corvus seemed unamused as he listened to me.

"That is called Trauma, Corvus" Oliver said and nodded. Corvus glanced at my brother then back at me.

"I am aware of what trauma is, Oliver. Most of my brothers experience it, as much as they do not wish to admit it." He spoke with a slight hint of disdain. Oliver actually nodded in agreement and Corvus focused back on me and blinked before continuing.

"That Fear is what feeds most of my brothers, Faline. You have brought them here and still have not conquered that fear of them? If you are tasked with being around us, and giving us this 'new perspective' you will have to conquer that fear." I got slightly annoyed now. I remembered the very events that caused me to cry in fear, the overwhelming power of all of these Primarchs and now Corvus is here telling me to just get over it? I shook my head.

"You are one to talk, though, with you being afraid of Konrad Curze and all. If I remember right before you got to kill Lorgar, the Night haunter came, and you retreated at his sight." I tried to defend myself, but Corvus did not move, did not even falter from his position.

"I am not afraid of the eighth Primarch." He continued to gaze at me, moving his head slightly. "You misunderstand me. Have you even read anything pertaining to me since I have arrived here?" That made me realize what I said and I hesitated, making the Raven Guard Primarch Raise his eyebrow expecting an answer.

"I…" I looked away. I hated to admit, most of the tidbits I found through research and not the books, due to how hectic things have gone. I have not done any form of true reading, and mostly relied on the Internet for some things. I am now sitting in front of a Primarch questioning the reliability of the internet. "No. I have not." I relented and Corvus straightened up.

"Primarchs know no fear. We are created in the image of the Emperor of Mankind. I am not afraid of the Night Haunter. Perhaps Faline, you need to gain more knowledge of each of us before you lay out baseless assumptions." He turned around and he walked toward Selleton Park. "Good bye, Faline."

"Corvus Wait. please, I did not mean to—" But before I got to finish any form of apology, he disappeared in plain sight, gone in a blink, and nowhere to be seen. He did not even leave a single footprint. I closed my eyes, until Oliver whistled.

"Girl, you haven't read much of the Primarchs? Sounds like you got some more homework to do before you get those books back" Oliver teased and I turned to him glaring.

"Oh Shut up. I will be fair, I wish I can sit down and actually read the massive collection of books that pertain to the lives of the Primarchs before the Heresy. Getting each Primarch here and actually handling them takes so much time. Time away from doing full on reading and understanding."

"Don't take this the wrong way, Faline, but I think this is why Alpharius stole your books. Maybe they are testing you on how versed you are with the ones you have here now?" I looked down at the grass and nodded. We were silent until I looked out at the road seeing if Leman and Sanguinius came back. I have not seen any sign of them.

"Hey Faline, all we can do is wait. Maybe Lion and Rogal Dorn is done with the Apartment. Maybe we can just relax, watch some Cinderella, and calm down from the obvious stress. If You ask me, though I can use a bath."

"That honestly sounds so good. The Nook is closed due to the robbery, and I am just so drained from everything." I said, rubbing my temples. I heard my phone ding in a notification and I pulled out my phone seeing it was from Perturabo. I opened it and read the contents.

Back from the Scrap yard, Why is Dorn at your apartment?

I sighed and quickly texted him while Oliver peeked at our conversation

Alpharius stole my books. Broke my door. Will call you for details later,

I thought of giving him an emoji but the last time I gave him one, he just gave me ellipses and a question mark, as if he was confused.

"Okay, your boo thing has a major complex if he is like wondering why Dorn is fixing your door. I am now betting Perturabo will just break the door and fix it his way after Dorn is done."

"Honestly, if I do not stop him, he might." I said, slightly chuckling then decided to give him an emoji.

Don't break my door to fix it your way please.

I added the Hands together emoji as if begging him and before I looked up my phone rang out with his reply:

I make no promises. Call me later.

I shook my head and Oliver giggled at the conversation before leaning away from my phone. He shrugged.

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I made sure the Java Nook was closed and locked. Oliver already was up in the apartment, and Lion and Dorn helped with the damage caused by Alpharius. When they left I waved at them and watched them go their separate ways, and my eyes now focused on a man across the street. he was in a flannel shirt and suspenders, wearing a beanie and his sleeves fully down to block the cold weather. I blinked only for the man to walk up to me and then put his hands in his pockets and stare at me with a slight hint of annoyance.

"You did not have to sic Leman Russ onto me, Faline Cross.." Alpharius stated. I crossed my arms, keeping myself from grabbing the man and shaking him out of fury.

"You left me no choice, Alpharius." I said, sizing him up. "You used the likeness of my own brother, broke in my apartment and stole my books. What better Primarch to track you down like the Space Wolf?" I said slightly giving him sass.

"The Space wolf was a smart Primarch to send to us, but the Angel? That was too much even for you. But no matter. What's done is done." He said, shrugging casually, and he walked down the street and I immediately grabbed his arm and he stopped, not because I held him back. I severely lacked the strength to hold him down. A Man who looked exactly like him walked down the street and then handed me a folded paper, while I held Alpharius, or Omegon. I grabbed it and both of the twins looked at me as I unfolded it. It revealed to be a Geographic map with a circle around a point on the map, in the corner of it was an address that led to a place practically a few hours away from Selleton itself.

"What is this?" I asked them both.

"The location of your books." They said in unison.

"Bring you, Your brother, and the Primarchs to this address, and you will gain these books back" One said.

"If you actually are worthy of these books, that is." The other spoke casually before walking away and gaining distance. I was getting slightly frustrated at the twins as I kept my cool talking to them both.

"Worthy? Did the Emperor order you to do this? Aren't you two a part of the Traitor primarchs group?" I asked keeping my focus on the only brother that was with me now. I am not sure if this was Alpharius or Omegon, but frankly, I did not care. "Was it because I called the Emperor a Deadbeat Asshole?"

"We do not care what you called Father in the heat of the moment." Alpharius said waving a hand, and I looked around wondering why he said we instead of I. The other twin was gone now. "The One who told us to steal your books wants to fully observe how you are with the Primarchs. That is all I am going to say."

"It is Malcador isn't it?" I blurted out and there was silence. He stared at me, and raised an eyebrow, his face showing he did not expect me to guess correctly. I hung there in the awkward silence then I placed a hand on my face.

"I mean, hold on. I have to play dumb right? You are a Primarch." I said sarcastically. "Oh golly gee whillakers. Who is this man that wants to put ME on trial, it is such a mystery, better call the gang and find out." I said with the over dramatic voice and pure sarcasm that made Alpharius' eye twitch. I was honestly so done with this day, the grumpiness was showing and being a smart ass to at least one of the Primarchs gave me a sense of control over my own stress.

"Is the sass really Necessary, Faline? Really Mature."

"Oh that is rich, coming from the pair of Primarchs who resorted to Burglary of freaking books, and then telling me I have to drive a few hours away from home to grab those same books. I have had a shitty day and you were the prime cause of it, Alpharius, so excuse me for not being as level headed as you are so used to, princess."

We started another staring contest, our eyes meeting each other and he squinted before he turned and went to leave but I went after him.

"Oh no no no, you do not get to just leave because I dared sass you."

"Who said I was leaving?" A voice appeared behind me and I turned at the same visage of Alpharius and I turned back at the exact copy.

"This is Malcador's idea. He wants to observe you, and find out why Father chose you, why you were favored in this little project he wanted to execute. It is something most of us Primarchs have said, am I correct?"

I glared at either of them and they moved around me, as if trying to give me more of a headache than I already have. I glared until I noticed at the corner of my eye in the distance was Ferrus Manus, holding a large Box, his face stern as he was walking toward us. I have not seen him or talked to him since he arrived, so seeing him made me pause at how unexpected it was to see him in the open.

"They do not trust me much. They are not really the kind to be open to share feelings and their vulnerabilities. They are stubborn. They do not trust me, despite the time I spent with them." Ferrus stopped looking at me, then he looked over at Alpharius, carefully observing the situation. clad in a compression shirt and jeans, and his Metal arms gleaming in the now shining streetlights.

"That sounds like a problem that might be solved if you come to this address, Miss Faline. Besides, how can you fully gain the Primarch's trust if you yourself can barely trust anyone about your own past. For example, does a Rufus Cross mean anything to you?" Alpharius inquired. Ferrus Manus stared at my reaction, and I stiffened at the mention of my father. My body shook and The Iron hands Primarch squinted his eyes, as Alpharius put me in a predicament I did not want to be in. Remembering the man who made Oliver and my life miserable with his presence.

"What about him, Alpharius?"

"You want my brother's openness, comraderie and trust to give you thr friendship and the willingness to enjoy this new life away from the strife we endured, Why are you not open about the strife you and your brother endured?"

"Because my Past is nothing compared to what they went through. It is not important."

"It is important to give them a reason to be open.I should go, It is late, and you need your rest before you come to that address for your books back." Alpharius turned around finally, and the other twin joined him and disappeared behind a few buildings. I turned to watch them leave and I looked over at Ferrus, who was now walking away himself.

"Those two are wrong you know?" Ferrus spoke up and I stared at the Iron Hands Primarch. "Sharing something that pains you only causes more wounds to open and show a weakness your enemies can use against you. I do not know what happened with your father, but I do not need to know in order to form any kind of bond. Fulgrim and I did not need to. It is only those you are close with you become vulnerable with. Those who you feel will never direct your flaws against you." I was silent as Ferrus spoke his own wisdom, the tone of it, sounding like he went through it himself.

"Would you want to gain a friendship with me at one point, without knowing anything of my past?" Ferrus kept his gaze at the road and his upper lip twitched before he casted his stern gaze at me.

"No." He did not even hesitate or think about it. I frowned. "I do not know you. You had me face Fulgrim again, which to put it bluntly, I still am angry with, and you have a personality that I will swiftly get annoyed with." I would be lying if I said i was not hurt by this brutal honesty, but at least he knew what he wanted.

"However." He spoke again. "I see the effort you put into my brothers, and I acknowledge your drive to do what you were tasked to do. You may think I do not care, but I am vigilant. As weak as you are, you are determined. That counts for something. You are still weak, but something about your heart makes you something else." He said then continued his walk. I called out before he was further away from me.

"Ferrus, Can I ask why you are still mad at Fulgrim, or will that be something I will have to find out later." Ferrus paused and he looked back at me, side eyeing me as he held his box.

"You will have to wait before I open up about that answer, Faline." He spoke before continuing his walk down the road. from the contents of the box of some sheet metals, I took it he was going to give it to Perturabo before the night fell. I waved silently and walked up the stairs to my apartment but before I opened the door to my house, I send a text to the Group chat, that I shared with the Primarchs, save Lorgar:

Malcador Stole my books. We are to meet up at this Address to get them back. all of us, including Oliver.

The amount of reactions of thumbs up and a Shocked emoji from Fulgrim made me know each of them knew the next step in this. Before I closed the group chat I got a text from Magnus.

That explains the flux of energy not too far from here. While I am not excited that the Sigillite is here, prepare for him. His meek appearance is deceiving.

Oliver and I were washing up the dishes from dinner, and Perturabo was video chatting with me from my phone. I called him as promised and I told him all that has happened today, while Oliver dried some of my dishes, and I was washing them,

"I am just going to say it. All of you, coming with me to get my books seems excessive." I called out, and Oliver leaned against the counter, waiting for me to finish washing the dishes. Perturabo was leaning against his desk in the Video chat, and listening to me.

"I have no opinions on the Sigillite. A Few of my brothers favor or hate him, but he works directly under father."

"That is the thing. Alpharius said this was all Malcador's idea. To steal my books and to lure us like fish to get them back. He is acting on his own." I said to Perturabo as Oliver handed me a towel for me to dry my hands of the water. he unplugged the sink and pointed.

"Okay, so we are gonna trust a couple of duplicitous but hot twins who stole your books in the first place? Yeah, let's ignore the biggest red flag in the field." Oliver sassed and Perturabo pulled out a figure to examine it.

"I get it." I relented. "The Twins did not give me any reason to trust them. The First time I met them they steal from me, but what other choice do I have but to deal with Malcador and find out what I have to do to get the books back." I grabbed the phone, and placed Perturabo on the coffee table

"What do you think, Pookie bear?" Oliver said and Perturabo stopped his examining of his figurine and he stared directly at the camera, his blue eyes glaring a hole into my brother.

"I do not do nicknames, Oliver. You better remember that." he warned and I leaned back.

"I tried." I told Oliver. Oliver just sat upon the couch. "Bo is the only one he will compromise on. But anyway, Perturabo, your opinion?" Perturabo looked back down upon his figurine and then placed it upon the shelf behind him and leaned on his desk again.

"Alpharius is not stupid enough to set up a trap for you and Oliver, Faline. Malcador is as intelligent as any psyker of his level. If Malcador wants to make this a trial to test you, Faline. he means it. But it does not mean he has already schemed to what that trial entails."

"Does that mean we Have to go." Oliver asked and I nodded and Perturabo crossed his arms.

"You have no choice. Faline is too impatient to wait this out, Alpharius is too crafty to allow the more stealthy primarchs to steal them back, and Malcador is too strategic to allow any ambush to get books back. He will anticipate any thing we plan, and the Sigillite knows it."

"Let's not mention the fact who starts a battle over freaking books." I said, watching Oliver hunt for some movies.

"We started wars for far less, Faline" Perturabo's voice softened and I nodded, looking at the phone screen. Perturabo looked right at the Camera and I understood now, Perturabo was right. With who we were dealing with, there was our only choice. When we were thinking, Curze texted me, and I looked at the notification and raised my eyebrow.

"Konrad Texted the group chat, and said it will end in tears." Oliver grumbled as he leaned back.

"I swear, that boy needs like sunshine up his ass." He snapped sassily and I tried not to laugh and Perturabo just shakes his head.

"The Eighth needs more than Sunshine going near him, I am going to let you go for the night. We will reconvene tomorrow in dealing with this trip to Malcador and Alpharius. Good night."

"Good night, Bo" He nodded his head at me, and the call ended and I looked over at Oliver who was now patting his head to itch it.

"I dare you to put that in the chat. That Konrad needs sunshine up his ass."

"Yeah, I'm not stupid, the moment I send that, he will be in the window trying to flay my gay ass. I like my skin, I take good care of it."

"What are you talking about Oliver? He would not do that." I teased sarcastically. "Konrad doesn't bite. Much like Sanguinius does not bite"

"Sanguinius can Bite me anytime. He has consent" Oliver grinned and I just laughed. As I was hearing Oliver talk about the difference between Sanguinius and Curze, I just enjoyed the peaceful night after such a shitty day. It was a calm before any form of storm. and If the Night Haunter saw something that would indeed ' end in tears' I will prepare for it, but right now, Laughing with my brother while we were watching Disney movies was what I needed.

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Oliver got up when his own alarms went off. He was quite a light sleeper due to his routines from being a Nurse. I got up after while Oliver was in the shower, and I looked over at the Group chat with the Primarchs. It seemed all of them were already setting up to head to the address. I was about to reply that this was not a siege to get the books back when Oliver came out, wearing a Black shirt with the album art of Dark side of the moon from Pink Floyd.

Okay, Faline" Oliver started up as I was picking out my clothing. "This man, Malcador the Sigillite is just as powerful as the Emperor. He is a psyker, and he can Delete you with a blink. What do we say to him?"

"Say, hey bitch, give me my books now, and slap him in the face." I said without a beat or a pause. There was silence then I looked at him and grinned.

"I am kidding, Oliver." I said, grabbing my lavender Shirt then my towel.

"Sometimes, you scare me, girl. and I deal with Angron every day." He said as he went to the living room to finish getting ready. I chuckled, and when I closed the door, I was oblivious to all. A Calm warm morning shower, patting my curls dry, putting on my clothing and then heading out, holding my lotion bottle when I noticed Perturabo and Angron glaring each other down in my living room. Oliver was holding his butter toast and eating it slowly just Watching the two Primarchs staring each other down like two MMA fighters in a press conference.

"Did I miss anything?" I said, sitting down upon a chair and applying lotion on my arms first. Oliver pointed.

"Yes, Perturabo came first, and we were speaking when Angron came along, then they just started staring at each other menacingly. I made toast and they were still like this.."

"Hold on," I said, then I moved in between them waving my hands over their faces..

"Hey, both of you. come on, we got places to go." I waved and Angron casually moved me gently, but was stopped by Perturabo grabbing his wrist tightly. Angron snarled and Perturabo glared.

"Seems the Situation has changed, no longer some Weak piddling daemon slave to a god." He growled and Angron moved his face closer.

"I may have my own control, but that still does not mean I forgotten to topple the pedestal of the high and mighty. You are still the same bitter little child that cries for Daddy's attention."

Perturabo curled his hands to a fist, and I immediately got annoyed then grabbed Perturabo's chin and made him look at me.Perturabo at First was thrown off, and his hand moved to my wrist, but froze when he realized I grabbed his chin and made him look at me. It was like he was never touched like that before.

"Not here. You know this." I warned and his eyes made that slow blink as if he was still trying to register everything. His face showed slight shock at first, then he hardened his gaze again, his eyes looked back up at Angron and he straightened up again, and then he passed by Angron walking out the door.

"I will be waiting in the car." Perturabo stated, his hand on my shoulder then moving away, and Angron turned to me and I looked at him now, Oliver pointed at the door.

"Okay, how did you do that." Oliver asked. "Both Angron and Perturabo were going to rip each other's throats out like a couple of Rottweilers."

"I might still do it." Angron said, as he and Oliver were heading out the door.

"I will be out there. take my keys and start up my car." I tossed the keys to Oliver and he caught it, and he looked at the key chains on it. Oliver grinned and With Angron next to him they headed out and down the stairs leaving me to finish getting ready. Finally heading out, Perturabo, Angron and Oliver were waiting by my car.

"Music wise, can We keep it from Heavy Metal, it aggravates Angron's leftover nails." Perturabo looked over at Angron's head and raised an eyebrow.

"Why?"

"Well Video gaming and giving him Doom as a video game to relax his nails sort of backfired, so now when He listens to any heavy metal, it tricks the nails to thinking he is playing doom therefore aggravating his nails."

"It is annoying really" Angron stated going in the car. Perturabo got in the driver's Seat and I got in the passenger seat. I can already tell there was going to be Silence. I looked around, to see most of the other primarchs getting in cars and pulling out, ready to head to the same address. Magnus declined each ride, and disappeared from where he stood. I took it he just teleported to the address. The Trip was quiet, the Music was lowered in volume, and I looked out at the road, the open fields that were slightly marked with small amounts of snow. The Silence was finally broken with Oliver.

"I have a question, Perturabo," Oliver called up, holding his phone and Perturabo glancing at my brother through the mirror before keeping his eyes on the road.

"What was Olympia like? I read your book and I got the whole ass Greece vibe, which I Love by the way.What I would do to wear one of those robe chiton thingies!" Perturabo glanced again at Oliver and rolled his eyes, but continued to listen. "but I just want to know what it was like, like life wise and how pretty it—"

"I would rather not talk about Olympia, Oliver. If you read my book, you would understand why." He spoke directly, and I spoke up.

"I think it was more of something that did not factor in the end of it where you destroyed it due to their rebellion." I added in it, hoping to get Perturabo to open up a bit more about it.

"I factor it in anyway, because it was the last memory of that place, and it still pisses me off"

"Okay," Oliver nodded then he spoke up, trying a different strategy. "If you can climb that mountain again, would you?Mount something?"

"Mount Telephus." Perturabo recalled and he kept his eyes on the road, before softening his gaze. "My youthful wonder made me climb to the peak to meet my father upon it. That I knew I was capable of greater things. Just to feel it again, Maybe I would." He said, and I looked over at him. I remembered reading that part in the book. how happy he was to see his true father, how much he pledged to always be faithful to him. The washing of sadness he felt, but was quickly moved away. perhaps The Emperor knew of Perturabo's fate more than he let on. That the Emperor knew that Perturabo was going to be one of those sons that resent him.

"Okay, one more question. Have you always wanted to be a siege master of the Imperium?" Oliver asked, and Angron glanced once at Oliver and then looked back at the field.

"That is my purpose, Oliver."

"I dont know, Faline told me of the cool designs you draw in the workshop, including her Upgraded Cafe library. Something you always wanted when you grew up maybe?" Oliver asked teasingly, and Perturabo now focused his eyes at my brother and I turned back, hearing Perturabo's voice when he uttered out the words

"I already Grew up, Oliver. I grew up to learn no one wanted them." I went to speak up my own contrasting debate but Oliver beat me to it

"Did you?" Oliver asked him "Or was it forced due to the expectations and impossible tasks of others?" I turned to Oliver and my brother winked at me. Perturabo was silent, trying to find the right words to answer Oliver's questions, but he just resorted to just sighing and turning the corner to a dirt path. Did Oliver Stump Perturabo?

"You would make a damn good Psychiatrist, Oliver, and I do not know if that will be annoying or beneficial."

"Awww, thanks! You know I always wanted to be a psychiatrist when I grow up, and if Primarchs are a part of that journey, I will Gladly take it." He fluttered his eyes with pride, and I chuckled.

"If Oliver can give the Primarchs therapy sessions, I think that is an automatic Ph.D" I joked and Perturabo and Angron both looked at me as if slightly offended. I felt the car slow down and I noticed the road turning to a slightly icy dirt path. Perturabo slowed down slightly and I looked out the window only to see a Large house blocked off by some trees, that barely had their leaves left. I could see the top of the house, but when Perturabo turned another corner, the House was visible. It was Massive, larger than any country side house I have seen. The roof a nice blue, a red and white chimney sticking out at the top of it, with some small windows evenly distanced on the roof. Parts of the house had some nice Morning Glory ivy growing on it, and some foliage that made it look so natural and adorable. It made me smile until Perturabo just grumbled.

"Malcador just loves to piss some of us off. This House is a Fire hazard waiting to happen." Perturabo pulled into the road and then he continued to stare at the house, as if it kicked his dog or something. Or something akin to being dirt.

"What are you talking about? This is the Cutest manor I have ever seen!" I said, heading out of the car. Oliver nodded in agreement.

"Oh my goodness, this place just screams bed and breakfast! When I get a husband, I am SO Begging Malcador to stay here for my honeymoon!!"

I chuckled just admiring the house until more cars pulled up, seeing Lion, Leman and Corvus come in with Lion's Van, Sanguinius and Curze in the back seat and looking at the house. Jaghatai Kahn came in next drifting into a spot on his cycle and looked up at the manor. One by one, we all arrived, and Magnus and Lorgar Walked out the Manor doors, making me slightly hesitant on Lorgar being there. Rogal Dorn, Fulgrim, and Ferrus Manus were the last to arrive, pulled up next to my car, and Dorn got out first, scrutinizing the house.

"I hardly see the function of foliage and shrubbery around a house. One stray fire and It shall compromise the manor." Dorn criticized.

"Oh, Please keep your rigid opinions to yourself, this manor is darling!" Fulgrim said, and I smiled.

"I know, it is So adorable! In the Back there is a closed off house with a Pool in it! Oh if it is heated, I will never leave that pool!" Oliver exclaimed as he scurried closer to the Manor, Fulgrim was joining him as they admired the outside of the house. I had to keep myself calm, and as the other Primarchs were gathering up, I moved to the front, I saw Magnus and he nodded his head.

"Malcador is in the other room if you wish to speak to him." He spoke and I peeked inside, only for him to move and let me in.

"Thank you, Magnus." I said as I walked into the house, the Feel of it so homey, a large manor with a splash of cottage. It was overwhelmingly beautiful and majestic.

"Faline Cross?" I heard an elderly voice come in through the office on the right of me and I looked in. Standing in the middle of the office was an elderly man, long gray hair down but away from his face, his suit tailored immaculately, brown and fitting, and in his hand was a large staff, with the Aquila on the top. It was not on fire, thank goodness, but I knew the significance of that staff. I walked in the office, and Malcador nodded his head in greeting.

"You took my books, Malcador. You had Alpharius steal it." Malcador turned to the desk and then opened a drawer, revealing the three books I had left to read, along with the Horus rising trilogy, and he put his gaze back on me.

"I think you were supposed to call me a bitch, slap me in the face and Take the books back." He said and I was silent at first.

"Malcador, if you kept telepathically spying on me, you would have known that was a joke, and I said that merely to mess with my brother." I said, and he nodded sitting upon the chair in front of the desk, and he looked up at me.

"I know. I am well aware of jests spoken to kin that you are close to. You two do seem close, and he was so ready to help you out in something the Lord Emperor tasked you with."

"The Emperor said that Oliver is allowed to help out,"

"Then there is promise in your brother." He replied then leaned back, continuing to watch me as he continued holding the books. I looked at them in his hand, then back at him, and he raised a single eyebrow then I reached for the books. Each and every one of them floated up in the air and hovered above us out of reach. I sighed in exasperation watching each of my books high in the air as Malcador continued to stare at me as if this was some sort of game.

"I am not going to give you the books so freely, Faline. Not after you and the Primarchs came here after close to two hours drive," He began as I just started to grab a random chair then move it so I can stand on it. Malcador moved the chair, just as I placed it down and I slumped my shoulders.

"Really? You said to come to this manor, with all of the Primarchs in tow, my own Brother and You will give me my books back, now what? You are going to just keep them out of my reach, backing out on your end of the deal?"

"I never said I was going to back out of my deal, Cross." He said, still keeping the books high in the air. There is a stipulation I wished to propose to you as soon as everyone arrived. An Offer you can't refuse." The Guilliman book floated back down and I reached out and grabbed it, only for Malcador to keep the others in the air.

"I want you, Oliver, and the rest of the Primarchs to stay in this manor for 3 days. 3 days is all I ask. Amenities will be taken care of, clothes, hobbies, and entertainment. Think of this as some form of Vacation. During the three days, I want to see how you, Oliver and the others fare with each other in a closed off space and not in an open town where everyone is so separate. This house looked small, sure, but this will house all of you comfortably. You can also take the time to read the last few books you need to bring the last primarchs you need." He said. I looked up from the book, just shocked at this proposal. I went to speak up and he raised his hand, as if he was knowing what I will say.

"Yes, I am aware most of them are still hostile with each other. Yes. I am aware you are not fond with some of the Primarchs. and yes. The Lord Emperor is very much aware I came here with Alpharius to do this little observation."

"He was aware of this? Last time I saw him, he caused me to have a seizure by almost crushing me!"

Malcador slightly chuckled, the books still hovering above us, save the Guilliman one in my hands.

"To be fair, There are a few people who can get away with insulting him and you are not one of them."

I rolled my eyes. "So, I got a little too angry with all that I know what he has done. Is that a crime? This may come as a shock to you and the Emperor, but anyone who has read or is aware of the world of Warhammer knows of the Emperor's Actions and NONE of them are pleased with them leading up to the Heresy." Malcador got up now, and he walked smoothly around the desk and then leaned on the front of it, looking at me and crossed his arms.

"This may come as a shock to you, Dear Faline, but the Emperor has his reasoning and they are NOT to gain the approval of small humans that he can easily outlive." Malcador stated and I frowned. "The Emperor gave me one single question before I arrived here and I intend to answer it during these three days that you are all here."

"And that question is?" I asked him but he remained silent as he turned his head to the door, Alpharius and Omegon right at the door then he turned back.

"Why don't we keep things even more interesting, once I find out the answer, you have to guess the question. Give me three days, and you will have your books back, while with that all happening I want to see how you fare with all of these sons and report back to the Emperor with the Answer I am looking for."

I Sighed, hearing Malcador give out his proposal, Alpharius and Omegon looking at me as I was thinking of the issues and the drama that could unfold.

"This is messy. I can tell this is going to be Messy. There are still hostile Primarchs in this group and They are bound to fight each other!" I pointed out. and Alpharius walked in, Omegon following and moving to the corner nook of the office.

"Do not act like you are above drama, Faline Cross.." Malcador called out, and I stiffened. "You always have thoughts of watching these men fight each other, feeling like they need to be beat. Should I remind you of your reactions when Angron got a hold of Lorgar and beat him across the Town?"

"I stopped it didn't I? And honestly, that was different. He shattered my wrist. Angron still had some Grudges against him, and Angron was pissed that Lorgar shattered my wrist." Malcador continued to stare at me, and I sighed. I knew I enjoyed that event. In fact, I wanted Angron to keep on beating Lorgar's ass. Malcador knew that too. I relented, slightly ashamed.

"You got me, there Malcador." He smiled, knowing he won, and I just looked away. I had a worried look on my face and I saw he can see my concerns, my worries. My anxiety.

"You have control here, Faline. You feel overwhelmed, you feel scared, but you do not need to worry. True this new situation can either solve problems or create more, but The Primarchs are able to adapt well into different situations. The question you need to ask yourself is this: Will they help you as well as you are helping them?"

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With my door open and the sun setting upon the sky, everyone was well acquainted with the manor, and every primarch that is here knows this will be a three day stay with Malcador. I was about to take Guilliman's book to read when I heard a small knock at my open Door. I looked up, and then saw Lorgar, his face wrenched in a disdainful frown. I got up immediately from the bed and I glared at him, but then my hand started to slowly shake from his presence. He was imposing, and terrifying and my heart was pounding from the pain he caused me.

"Faline, I think you have lied to me and I do not appreciate being lied to." Lorgar said to me, and he remained at my doorway.

"I do not know what you mean." I said, now moving to the doorway, quite shocked he was letting me through and following me down the hall. "I barely talk to you."

"I seem to recall something said in the Java nook, pertaining that Primarchs seem to be the only one to arrive in this world." he said in a dangerous tone, "Malcador is not a Primarch, so there seems to be a deception here."

"aww boo freaking hoo. You got lied to." I snarked back at him. "I did not know Malcador here was going to arrive here at all, and It seems to me he plays by his own rules. Same as the Emperor. Besides, that was Magnus who said that not me. Why are you griping at me over something your brother said? I did not say any of that. He did. Go complain to him."

"Your attitude is something I am slowly getting pissed off over, Faline Cross. If the Sigillite is freely able to come here, then surely you can find ways to bring others here."

"And what makes you think I am the one to bring powerful Psykers here, Lorgar? I am not over here saying Bippity Boppity boo and suddenly old men appear. The only thing I have is reading these books and making you and your brothers appear for some reason the Emperor still has not disclosed to me."

"And when will you realize that This is just some lost cause. a way for father to cover up his mistakes, his lies, his flaws. and pinning a small powerless girl to clean up his messes. A little woman who can barely lift a single finger against us. One that we can break with a single grip."

I saw the look on his face and my hand started to shake. I lifted it to my chest and held it, cradled it, my eyebrows showing worry. he saw my fear and he smiled.

"Leave me alone, Lorgar. I have not done anything to you."

"On the contrary, Miss Faline." He said steepling his hands together. "By reading my book, You kept me from my plans. By reading my brother's books you took them back to the very trauma that the Emperor brought, making them play town and house. Trying to befriend them and say everything they have done is okay now. Let us tell the real truth. You caused this damage and are making my brothers relive everything they went through in the name of the Emperor, causing them more pain than ever experiencing it"

"That is NOT true, Lorgar"

"Did you not see how Sanguinius came to Selleton? He was dead. He died, in a fury, and attacked. He was at peace. but you made him relive the most traumatic experience of his death. Angron came to this world, Feeling the pain of those wretched nails. Some may have been removed, but he still has to live with them. Again making him relive his time as a slave to Nuceria"

"That is not my intention, do not twist it like that!"

"You Pulled Jaghatai Kahn away from his legion and his people so now he can not save them from the Drukhari. You Pulled Magnus' form from this other forms so now he will forever be broken. You Reunited Fulgrim and Ferrus only for them to still fight over Ferrus' death. Most of my brothers have caused others pain. You have put Konrad Curze here, and you will be bringing Vulkan into this town? do you know what Konrad Curze did to him?" He moved closer, my heart pounding

"no.." I said, tears streaming down my face.

"Konrad tortured him. He killed him repeatedly until Vulkan broke under him. Do you want to bring Vulkan in a home with his tormentor? You want us to have a second life yet here you are making us relive such horrid things we went through. Face it Faline. The emperor does not want you to help us. He wants us to suffer.. to punish us for not listening to him."

"That isnt what I wanted."

"Yes you did" He pointed at me accusingly. "You wanted it, by listening to the Emperor. You are not helping us. You are our torturer." Lorgar iterated, and I shook my head trying to stop him from getting in my head, but it was not working. my tears streaming down my face, as Lorgar looked at me with mock concern, and he gently shushed me, holding my face now, caressing it and making me shudder at his touch. It was like he was searing me with just touching me.

"Its okay, little Deer. You are only a simple minded human, who does not know what she is doing against us gods and do not worry. I forgive you, for I am a benevolent man. More charitable than most of my brothers. I just hope you are ready for when my brothers finally realize how horrible you truly are." He let me go and I withdrew, only for him to walk away and I fell to the floor, curling up against the wall, and I tried to calm my breathing down, crying and trying to keep Lorgar's speech from my head. None of that was true, right? none of what he said is my intention? Am I fully hurting the Primarchs by just bringing them here? I looked up and in the dark corner of the hallway, was a face of Konrad Curze staring at me, and I continued to cry, trying to calm down, as He moved closer to me watching me break down in the hallway.

"You are falling for his lies, Faline." He said simply kneeling down to my level and I wiped my face and looked at the Night haunter, His eyes unblinking as he stared at my wrecked face.

"Is it True you tortured Vulkan until he broke?" I asked. Konrad cocked his head and he nodded.

"What of it? I already know I will get my karma from that. Vulkan will still come, Vulkan will still attack me, and Beat me into unconsciousness for it. But if you think you are my tormentor, you are mistaken. You can never imagine the kinds of things I can do to you if you try anything to me. and not even your sweet little digger can save you." I moved back now, slightly afraid.

"I am not trying anything to torment any of you. I am trying to help, I swear." I said to him pleadingly and he stood up again.

"You are helping. There are just things you can not control. Do not try to resist the inevitable, Faline. Just control what you can, and things will fall in place." He said, then looked around as if expecting someone, and he turned away, now walking off. I got up, and I watched Konrad disappear in a door, and I just wiped my face, and then walked back in my room. Only to hear the voice of Malcador in my head, a gentle press in my mind, but still grating on my brain. I will never be used to telepathy.

"I knew you would make enemies of the more Stubborn of the Primarchs." He rang in my head as I clicked on the desk lamp.

"I know you heard that, and you didn't bother to help?" I said aloud. Malcador hummed in my head, slightly amused at my attitude, after the encounter with two Primarchs.

"So you Can't handle the Word Bearer?"

"Don't get it twisted! Lorgar is—"

"Lorgar is one of the Primarchs that needs more attention than any of the other Primarchs. his Fall to Heresy was indeed seen as the biggest possibility and it seems just from your encounter with him, he still sees himself as right and true to his path. A Sad thing indeed. I hope perhaps his influence without Kor Phaeron and Erebus might get him to heal properly.

"He is still bitter he is here. like he has done nothing wrong. Is that a common factor in a lot of the Traitor Primarchs?"

"I am Guessing. Curze let the assassin kill him because he felt it proved him right. Fulgrim fell to the perfection he strive for because there was nothing else. Perturabo is bitter and full of resentment due to the lack of recognition. Magnus was consumed with knowledge, he felt he knew all there was and that was his folly."

There was silence at first. The way Malcador spoke, it was like he was reminiscing something

"Malcador, What was the last thing you remembered when you arrived here? Were you upon the throne?"

"That is another timeline, Faline." He spoke up, but I heard his sigh, as I sat down upon my bed. But I remember it still. Do not worry about me, Faline. Your concern though is acknowledged.."

"I see the effort you are making, Miss Cross. No matter what Lorgar said to you. What matters is your own truth. You have Three days."

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Holy shit has it been a month since I updated? I got slow in my writing, I guess I need to up my game, by the way. here is a reference for the Manor... ITS SOOO CUTE!!!

"That is actually amazing. That means a lot of people will come to Selleton to witness the Eclipse. I can make Brisket and Mac and Cheese for the event too, we can have a picnic!" My excitement was unnerving to Perturabo, I noticed. He crossed his arms, leaning back on the chair,

"Do you all literally stop what you are doing to witness an Eclipse?"

"I mean, yes. It is a once in a lifetime event. I know you all can live long enough to see like 5 or 6 in your lifetime, but to people like me, we are lucky if we even see one or two. It is an experience no one wants to miss." I said, "I don't know what these numbers are, but this looks like an amazing telescope."

"Of course it will be." Perturabo leaned back into his work, continuing his designing. "I do not strive for mediocrity or any form of second rate telescope you find in those large department shops this place has. The only drawback I have, is the fact I have to go back to Charles for my metal and components and I am at my wit's end with that adolescent whelp."

"Charles? His dad owns the Metal yard and he works there. He is great people, its rare for him to come down to Selleton, but he is quite funny when you get to know him." Perturabo rolled his eyes, his eyes not leaving his design.

"He Constantly smells of Marijuana, he looks like he is about to sleep in that chair of his, eats Doritos constantly, and calls me 'Perturabro'. He is a simpleton who frankly is lucky I did not grab him and slam him on the ground." He ranted then looked over at me. "Of course you would enjoy the company of simpletons."

"I enjoy Your company, does that make you a simpleton in that logic?" I was rewarded with a glare from Perturabo and Magnus smiled at the back and forth, seeing my smile and Perturabo's scowl.

"She did get you there."Magnus said, causing me to chuckle. Perturabo huffed and continued his work. It was then We heard the loud thud of the door being hit. I immediately shot upward, only to see Lorgar run in the Cafe, heavily breathing as Angron zoomed past, abruptly stopped and tried to get in.

"COME HERE AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN, LORGAR! YOU WANT TO RUN THAT MOUTH OF YOURS WITH YOUR LIES!" Angron shouted and I walked over to the door, Lorgar pointed.

"Is this Angron being cured of his fury? he is still the berserker we know." Lorgar yelled at me, and I rose my good hand, my broken wrist still near my chest.

"We never said he is fully healed, he still has some nails in his head. He runs like the regular World eaters, without the Khorne influence." I said, as I opened the door. "Angron, what happened, why are you angry." Oliver finally caught up with Angron and he bent over, catching his breath.

"sorry. Could not.. keep up.." he heaved again "with… hes so fast." He said, leaning on the window. "So, Lorgar came up to us, was still butt hurt about what I said to him last night, and he wanted to get in my face. Angron of course pushed him back, and Lorgar justified his actions of turning him all demon and shit to be 'oh, at least you weren't suffering of the nails. ooh you are much stronger.. blah blah blah. my name is Lorgar beat me until I like it.!" Lorgar shouted in the window.

"YOU INSOLENT MEDICAE! I KILLED FOR LESS!" I rubbed my temples until I heard Angron shout out.

"YOU WILL NOT TOUCH HIM, LORGAR HE WAS MORE A HELP THAN YOU EVER WERE. AND HE DOESNT LIE." It was then He went to knock on the window, and I finally shouted out.

"ENOUGH!! I WILL NOT HAVE FIGHTS NEAR OR IN MY CAFE!" I finally snapped. There was silence. Oliver blinked, and Angron looked down at me. Perturabo was not even reacting to such, only working on his schematics and Magnus looked ready to intervene, his own hand glowing.

"Lorgar, you stay in that corner over there and read something." I finally said, and Lorgar stared at me as if I had the audacity, but he obliged, walking to the book area of my cafe. "Oliver, Angron, Fighting in my cafe will not solve anything! Now Leave."

"So you are gonna shelter that lying snake in your little shop?" Angron growled and I shook my head no.

"I am still pissed off with him from breaking my wrist, but right now, he is going to stay Right there, until he is clear to leave. I do not care where you fight Lorgar, just not so near my shop." Angron huffed, and looked up glaring at Lorgar, and Oliver just gave Lorgar the judgemental stare and then Angron stomped off, Oliver following him.

"Sorry, sis. but still. Lorgar irritates Angron's nails, and as his nurse. He has to stay away until things calm down." I nodded and Oliver followed Angron back to the apartments.

"If I were asleep, I would have a ruined shop. and most of you in a fury, fighting. this is why I can not sleep." I said regarding my hand to the windows, the door, and Lorgar.

"A ruined shop is an easy fix for me, Faline. You have little faith in me if you think i am gonna keep your place destroyed by my brother." Magnus stated, sitting back down. "You need to sleep."

"I wish to thank you from protecting me from—" Lorgar started but I rose up a single finger, telling him to shut up.

"Do NOT thank me, Lorgar. You honestly deserved Angron's wrath. frankly, I am shocked no other Primarch is trying to gun for you. except maybe Corvus, but I have not seen him lately."

"Corvus has been around actually, invisible and observing the town, If I remember right, he is staying with Lion and Leman at the time being but I did happen to sense him watching the whole altercation just at the border of the park grounds." Magnus said waving nonchalantly, as if I was supposed to see him as well. "Corvus has the ability to render himself invisible and psychically render himself undetectable to those without any form of true sight. You cannot see him, but I can."

"Regardless, Magnus. It just seems I show my face into Selleton, and Immediatley I am greeted with animosity, and violence."

"Let us point out a few reasons for that, Lorgar." Perturabo said still not taking his eyes off his designs. "You became the First heretic, Gave Angron to chaos, and your own legion turned Horus into the Champion of Chaos. You were the slowest in the Acquisition of your planets you were assigned, due to your blind zealotry, and honestly, we can all agree you might be the weakest among us." I sat down, sighing, and again hearing the bickering of the brothers. Lorgar squinted his eyes and then scoffed.

"I have heard these reasons for the umpteenth time, and I am aware of my shortcomings, but what I lack, I make up for in my own Charisma, my resources, my own adaptability. Angron can be angry all he wants for what I have done."

"So you admit most of your actions was all you?" I asked. "We know early in your life you were manipulated by Kor Phaeron and Erebus, but still, you still had your own interests."

"Of course I did." Lorgar confirmed "and obviously, this place is my own personal hell to be watching my back to make sure the other Primarchs do not attack me due to my own Transgressions, all while being blind to their own. Why is the stone being cast at me, when they are just as guilty of various sins."

"Because You all are still unable to deal with your own sins. Still. No matter how much I talk to you all no matter how many times I get you all to gather, have some merriment, and just be normal men, all of you come back to those raging men who have not only been wronged, but made others suffer from your actions. You Lorgar coming here, made it real."

"Then why did you read my book, Faline. Why did you bring me here, when you know I was the one Primarch that would change the course of whatever plan my father decided to give you."

"I was asked to. I was asked to read your book. You had to come here first before the rest, honestly…" I paused. it was something that clicked in my mind. What is Lorgar was SUPPOSED to be the first Primarch to come here in Selleton, instead of Lion. What if Lorgar had to be the first to atone for his sins, before the rest. I slumped my shoulders, and closed my eyes, now thinking of what would have been different if Lorgar came first. the First Heretic, becoming the first Redeemed. It would have given so much Impact in what Selleton was supposed to be for the Primarchs.

"I should have read your book first.. Before I read the others." I finally admitted and Lorgar just sighed. "It is too late now, isn't it. I will leave the Cafe. I thank you for the temporary reprieve, but I did happen to see something beyond the park, a graveyard. With a church. is it available?"

"No, there is a priest that goes there, but Today, he should not be there. Do NOT fuck with the graves there."

"I will not defile the dead, I am not a monster." He said, as he walked out, and continued toward the park. I rubbed my temples, even with the coffee I was stressed, tired and my mind was not even functioning properly.

"Big Superhuman men, wanting to kill each other.' I mumbled. I only heard Perturabo and Magnus talking amongst themselves, but it was just mindless noise to me. it was then I heard steps, and I looked up, and then I was picked up. Perturabo did not even speak, or look at me. after the initial shock, I finally struggled.

"HEY HEY!! Put me down, Perturabo! Dammit!" I hit his head, but he did not falter.

"No. You are running on two hours of sleep and Stressing yourself out." he said. Magnus was following us as he walked to my apartment upstairs. He opened the door, then dropped me unceremoniously upon the entrance of my house.

"You are not leaving this apartment until you get a good sleep." He pointed down to the ground, finality in his voice.

"Do NOT Tell me.. what to do," I said through gritted teeth "I have my own reasons to stay awake, and you will not—"

"Magnus." Perturabo stepped back, and Before I lunged at him, I felt a familiar pressure in my head, and suddenly, I felt my body go limp and my eyes getting heavy. Magnus was putting me to sleep. I fell to my knees and My limbs weakly flailed, trying to stay awake. I Looked like a tired child throwing a tantrum.

"Magnus, you… son of a…" I slurred my speech, then I fell to the Carpet my eyes unable to keep open. "bitch…"

I only remember Magnus carrying me to my bed.

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I woke up to darkness, but this was not my bed. the Bed was a golden chaise, beautiful and ornate, and way too expensive for something of my salary. I darted up, and then looked around, trying to find out what I ended up.Did Magnus transport me somewhere? I turned to see Golden armored men, Towering over me almost three heads taller than me, and beside them, what seemed to be women, their mouths hidden but marching with the gold clad men in step. I moved aside, but I get the feeling they can not see me. I walked behind them. the Entire Architecture of the Imperial Palace made me just marvel and awe at how immaculate it was. Who built this place? Was it Rogal Dorn? I kept in pace with the Custodes and sisters of Silence, still looking around, until I noticed they stopped and led me to another group, saluting then the patrolling began again. I looked in the door of what they were guarding, and I noticed two men. Ones I recognize. The smaller one, had to be the Sigillite. Clad in brown, a staff in his hand that was aflame, and the one that towered over him. Long silver hair as he was speaking to the Emperor. I audibly gasped, and immediately Both Malcador and the Emperor turned themselves around, and their eyes looked into mine. I was ethereal, and they were able to see me.

"You do not belong here, Faline. Go back"

I heard the deep voice and before I got to protest, Malcador tapped his staff and immediately I jerked awake the images of the imperial palace now dissolving until I was in my apartment. Did I just dream of the Emperor and Malcador? What were they doing in that room? Sitting up, I tried to remember what I saw, but something was fogging me from such things. As if they were blocking me from keeping myself from keeping a clear image. I got up, now in my home, I had some bones to pick with Magnus and Perturabo. I felt so rested, but I was still angry. I left my house and then stomped out. The Sun was setting, and it seemed I slept the entire day, while I was relieved to be able to sleep, Perturabo and Magnus was going to get it. I Walked in the workshop, Perturabo was working on the Telescope. He was alone, except for the Budgies who was flying around.

"You Asshole." I yelled. He did not turn around.

"Your Slumber did not improve your mood I see." he grumbled. "You were slowly wasting away, trying to keep us corralled like we were petulant children"

"What Do you Want me to do, then? All of you are Primarchs who have no emotional control. Bringing Lorgar here showed the more you all come here, the more anger there will be."

"Your lack of faith in us a major flaw." he threw his tools upon the desk, getting up, and then gently waved the budgie that tried to land on his beard, so it ended up on his shoulder. "You are not supposed to be our babysitter, Faline."

"Maybe if you all stop acting immature, I would not have to be!" I clapped back, Perturabo's other budgie ended up on my own shoulder. He moved, the birds flying off back to their cage. he was towering over me.

"You dare say that to me. You are given books from the Emperor and suddenly, you are invincible and indestructible. Coming here, thinking you have any sway in what we do. Destroying your own well being to make sure we are watched like mewling children. We aren't children, Faline, and YOU are easily breakable. That wrist cast should be proof enough." I looked back at my broken wrist. I thought back at Lorgar crushing it, and I turned my head away from Perturabo

"It is true. You are definitely immature men, men who have not had a proper childhood, except maybe the Kahn and Guilliman, and what about you?" Perturabo Scoffed.

"We did not need to have a childhood. we were tools of the emperor, we were made for war.

"Yeah, that is a Grand plan" I yelled sarcastically. "Give emotionally unstable men nukes and hope for the best. Father of the year."

"Don't you dare. You know nothing. we have not needed any emotions. We are tools of war. You think we needed any of that."

"You became the true personification of the armor of contempt because no one gave you any ounce of emotion yourself. No no, I am Wrong, actually. Wait wait. no. YOU Never gave emotion a chance. You are a bitter Grudge holding man baby who feels like nothing is above you!"

Perturabo Advanced to me, and he went to grip my neck, but his hand was inches close to my neck. making me freeze, and he looked into my eyes. there was something that was holding him back, i can tell. He noticed my shaking and then he saw my wrist instinctively moving to my chest holding it defensively. despite my defiance, despite telling these superhuman men what they do not want to hear. I am still scared. I am still afraid of them. He lowered his hand.

"Not again." He said to himself. "Not again." There was a long pause, as he turned around, picking up his tools,

"Leave."

"why?"

"I said leave."

"no, I am not leaving," I countered.

"You said your peace, I want to analyze it while I continue to work on this Telescope." He said gruffly, then he sat back down on his chair, and hunched over, both his birds landing on his shoulder, and grooming each other. There was silence at first, he did not seem to be working right now. his hands were not moving, something is bothering him.

"You…" he said softly, "Remind me of someone I know. Long ago." I lowered my head, there was silence now. There was nothing else to say, nothing else to fight about. I turned around about to leave, when his voice broke the silence.

"What do you see when you see my schematics, Faline. What do you see then?"

"Oh my goodness. Faline!" I heard an effeminate voice behind Perturabo. We immediately broke apart, some slight strand of saliva broke apart as we pulled away, and I immediately turned red, seeing Fulgrim, his hands on his chest in a shocked manner, his face not showing surprise, but plastered on it, a smile.

"I see a Man who just wanted to give the world peace and beauty, but those who came to you just wanted your brain for war. I do see your schematics, and I see someone who Really can give beauty to a torn world." I went to leave, but I heard his steps, again, and I froze, but he turned me, and picked me up. I went to protest when suddenly, he slammed his lips against mine.

I widened my eyes at first, the kiss something I did not expect. His Lips was cold, but the way he gave me such yearning, as if begging for my own lips, it threw me off. My arms, despite the initial shock of being kissed by a whole Primarch, just moved around his shoulders and I responded with my own.

His hand lifted up my back as soon as he got the silent consent to continue. He was not the best at this, so I silently guided him, opening my mouth, and he was definitely a quick learner. In a span of seconds he was surpassing me! How can I be surpassed by someone who never kissed a girl before?!

I practically melted, as he turned me and laid me on the counter, his arms, on each side of me, his mouth not moving away from mine. I was still shaking, my eyes closed, and one of my hands, tangling into the cables in his head. He returned it with both his rough hands going up in my curls and holding my head right at my temples, gently massaging it.

At first I did not know what else to do, pinned down by Perturabo, on his counter, and when he deepened the kiss, his tongue entering my mouth, I gripped his head, making him growl against my lips. That awakened my lust more. What he was doing to me, I immediately wanted more. My legs were about to wrap around his waist and he responded with his hand softly creeping underneath my shirt, making me slightly moan until..

"Oh, did I come at a bad time?" He asked, and I hopped off the counter, lowering my shirt, and fixed up my hair. Perturabo looked annoyed, and his body was turned awkwardly to the side, as if hiding something from Fulgrim.

"Leave, Fulgrim. Now" Perturabo commanded, but the mood was gone. Now there was embarrassment. I looked away again, then I pushed past Fulgrim, bursting through the door.

"and Here I thought she was a Little Disney girl, thinking holding hands was naughty." I heard Fulgrim tease as I ran, my head was swimming, reeling really at what I just did. I thought Primarchs were incapable of feeling any form of sexual attraction, or any form of lust, but here I was, Perturabo and I having the steamiest make out session, and I swore there was something at full attention in his pants. I was panicking until I walked in the Java Nook, Magnus in the process of closing down. He went to greet me until he froze. He must have seen what I have done, in my head, and read my mind and his jaw dropped.

"Faline, you did NOT!"

"Don't! Don't." I rose my hand at him. "I.." I could not even think straight Trying to formulate any form of words anything to explain.

"Want to close the Nook?" He said, holding the broom up.

"Please!" I said desperately and he gladly gave me the broom and Stepped aside. when he disappeared, I just did the process of closing down the Nook, no one talking to me, my body calming down from tonight and my thoughts reorganizing.

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Driving by myself to the next town over was what I needed, the supermarket had the seasonings and cheeses I needed for my Mac and Cheese. So, as expected, I did not think to run into anyone in the store, until I heard my brother scurrying to me

"Fulgrim told me the juiciest tea in all of Selleton. GIRL! You MADE OUT WITH—"

"He is back at Selleton, he is fine." He waved dismissively. "I do not always have to be up his ass. but yes, Fulgrim told me, that you were playing tongue wrestling with Perturabo."

I shushed Oliver and then hissed at him.

"Shut up! Geez, you don't have to yell it! And Where is Angron?" Oliver giggled, walking with me, as we went up the aisle heading to the pasta section of the aisle.

"You know, Fulgrim needs to not flap his mouth where it doesn't belong." I said, putting the Elbow pasta in the small cart. Oliver blinked, fluttering his eyes.

"You didn't stop Perturabo when he flapped his mouth where it didn't belong." I slumped my shoulders, as Oliver gave me his sassy look.

"Stop TEASING ME!" I quietly yelled, as he giggled.. "And it did Belong, for your information. it was HOT. and steamy, and I might go and do it again." Oliver dropped his jaw and then gasped,

"Get it, But not before you finish this Mac and Cheese." He lifted up the pasta box and then put it back and got the more expensive kind. "These don't get rubbery, and if you dont get Paprika, I have to disown you as a sister!"

"I GOT Paprika at home!" I turned the corner of the shop, and Oliver and I gathered the needed ingredients for our mother's recipe of Mac and Cheese, until Oliver finally broke the silence.

"I do have a question, Faline. Does Angron have.. abilities? Like Magic stuff like Magnus?" I furrowed my brow then looked over at him. That was a very unrelated question.

"Uh, I think in Slave of Nuceria, he was able to get rid of the Pain and fear of others, just by touching them, there was a part where he touched the shoulder of a scared boy, who just became a slave and the boy immediately calmed, and had a restful sleep. That ability was gone, as soon as he had the nails interred in his head. Why do you ask?" Oliver sighed.

"Well, He and I were walking around the park, so he can understand what Selleton is, and he was talking to me about what is was like to be a slave in the planet, I read his book, and well, I started to cry, because well, it was sad. He was so.." I heard Oliver talk as I put the Sharp cheddar, the Gruyere, and the Colby Jack cheese in my cart. "So then, he touched my shoulder, not anything romantic, just like a reassurance, and then suddenly, I felt like all the sadness all my anger for his sake, was like, poof, gone in an instant. But then he started growling in pain and clutching his head."

I blinked, listening to this. And I pointed my finger. "You know, He was able to recover his brain and his emotions during the surgery, there could be a chance he has it, but the Nails that are still in his head cause him pain when he uses it. Psyker Abilities can of course disturb the nails and make them hurt more." Oliver nodded, as if now getting it.

"Ohhh, So, he has the healing touch, but it harms him doing it. Damn, Poor guy. But no worries, We have a lot of methods to mitigate that pain. I did some Research, and I managed to find out something." Oliver said, putting some Chips in the bag. and I looked at him incredulously.

"You got Chips money?" I asked him bobbing my head at him.

I was impressed with the resourcefulness of my brother, but the mention of Animal Crossing threw me off. "That game isn't Violent."

"yeah, bitch. Yours. Anyway." I dropped my jaw as he continued as if nothing happened. I put the chips back when he didn't look.

"So, I found out the Nails reward him when he commits violent acts. Okay, none of these nails have eyes, or actually see if he is doing anything violent, so, I found out that he can play violent video games and it calms his nails easily. It worked with Doom, Mortal Kombat, and Animal Crossing."

"To him it is. He gets angry with the Rock that doesn't give him bells, or if that dumb pig sells turnips at a ridiculous price. It is quite amusing really. When he isnt feeling the video games, he either runs across the park, chops wood, or even punches and knocks down a far off tree." He said, when he helped me put my groceries on the conveyor belt.

"Should the Primarchs have some form of sparring ground or fighting area so they can relieve tension and settle grievances?" Oliver looked at me, and he sighed, trying to find the right words.

"They honestly need to talk to each other," Oliver said. "They are all horrible with words, great with action. But none of them want to fully sit down, and just let each other know what is wrong with them. I mean MAYBE fists can help them open up more, but they need to learn communication skills that isn't militaristic, and sassy insults with high intelligence. Fulgrim is BEST at those Backhanded comments, they floor ME!"

"Clearly, you never heard Jaghatai Kahn and his comebacks." we both laughed, as I paid for the groceries and then Oliver looked in the bags only to find his chips were gone. He glared, and I hurriedly ran to the car, only to stop at the small area with the free donated books, and I immediately grabbed them. Oliver regarded his hand.

"Most of these books are like boomer romance books." He grimaced, looking at one with a cover of a muscled man holding a swooning woman in a long flow length dress. I rolled my eyes.

"I mostly avoid those, but these are mostly what I am grabbing.." I pointed to a whole set of world book Encyclopedias. "Do you know how long I have been looking for these?!" Oliver just pursed his lips, grabbing his cart and leaving, tossing the book on top of my encyclopedia pile.

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Oliver followed me home, and I pulled up into my spot in the parking spot only to see Leman flying across the park and sliding with a staff in his hand. He laughed as he ran up to Lion and tried to hit him, only for Lion to Side step and block, both of them heavy in training. I gasped only to realize, Corvus and Rogal was sitting upon the bench watching the spar and I panicked. Oliver grinned happily seeing the Primarchs have some enrichment, but he turned to look at me. I did not realize, but he was seeing what was reacting. I was sweating, my eyes large, and my hands was clenching my chest, my breathing was starting to get hollow, heavier. The feeling of them fighting, even if it was a friendly spar. what if the friendly spar turned deadly. What if this turned into an escalation that destroyed the town? My chest grew tighter. I know they were not even killing each other, they were merely sparring, but this day and a half brought me on edge. What if sparring turns to full on killing? what if they spark an all out war in the town, and destroy it? I will have failed.

"Faline!" I can barely hear a voice, my eyes were blurring, until I felt a hand on my shoulder and Oliver looked at me with a concerned look. I looked at him and immediately he sat me down upon a bench, and then sat with him.

"Honey, you are close to having a panic attack, what is going on." Lion and Leman clashed staves again, and the sound echoed through the park like thunder. my chest felt like it was burst watching them fight.

"They are sparring."

"yeah, Boys do that, They roughhouse."

"They aren't boys! They are Primarchs..Superhuman men. who can level towns! they are sparring.." My eyes watering and turning to tears, until the Primarchs stopped, from across the distance, they all looked at us, and they moved toward us. Leman the first to reach our bench.

"Faline, you look distressed, you okay?" Rogal Dorn said, Corvus behind him watching the ordeal. I was still breathing trying to regain my composure.

"I.. I am not. I am not okay." I admitted. "This past day. I am scared I will wake up to a devastated town because all of you want to fight and kill each other, from unresolved issues. Lorgar coming here, all of you are Angry! I can't prevent you all from.." I finally broke down and all of them froze, confused as what to even do, Oliver just sighed in exasperation.

"All of you strong bitches are making her scared you guys will murder each other if you come across anyone you are pissed off at. Like Leman and Magnus and Lion and Curze, and Rogal and Perturabo."

"I have no qualms with Perturabo." Rogal Countered, I could not answer as Oliver motioned for them to back up slightly. I nodded, trying to tell them I knew, my mind was more than capable to understand, but still the hidden fear of them fighting the anxiety of each of them in one spot trying to murder each other, it made me panic.

"thank you." I said, but before he can respond, he growled, his hand gripping the bench, as the nails dug into his brain, Leman went to ready his staff, but Angron held up a hand.

"I know. I know, I do, but.. I Can't" I said in between breaths, when Lion and Dorn looked up to see Angron walking up, holding bunches of logs and walking to the lumberyard. he stared at the group, to see me on a bench, on the verge of a panic attack, he put the logs down, then I stared at him, as he sat next to me and placed a hand upon my shoulder.

Immediately at once,as if Soothing water washed over me, my breathing was slowed, my body was more relaxed, that constricting feeling was gone. It was surreal. it was like Angron got rid of all of my worry, my anxiety, my pain. even my wrist did not throb. I looked at Angron, his eyes stoic, calm, and he nodded, as if this was just not a problem at all.

"Don't. Oliver." Angron snarled, and Oliver got up and then he helped Angron remove his grip on the bench and help him to the logs again.

"Sorry, guys, We will talk later, Angron is needing some medical attention." He said looking at me and I waved, assuring him I will be fine. Dorn looked down at me, and then he regarded his hand to Angron.

"What has happened."

"It seems Angron has the ability to take away anger, fear, pain, but it comes at a cost for the nails to bother him." Lion answered, observing his brother being led away. We can all tell those leftover nails were digging into his mind, and making him suffer more. I nodded.

"Oliver told me when we met up at the store. I have to go cook some food for tomorrow's eclipse, I don't have a brisket, so That might be—"

Leman cut me off.. "No no no, you mentioned Brisket, I expect to have brisket, I will get it for you. Where can I get one?" I blinked slightly thrown of by Leman's volunteering. "Uh, Thomas at the Butcher shop the next town over has some cuts of brisket, but they are quite expensive."

"Do not worry about the Funds, lass, Lion, come with me, we are going to the next town over. We are getting brisket." Lion sighed, and they both walked to the town limits, ready to walk a few miles out to the next town to get a slab of meat. Dorn and Corvus were the last two with me, and Corvus finally spoke up.

"You Mentioned yesterday that You should have read Lorgar's Book first. Why do you think that." I looked at Corvus when he said that and I sighed. I knew he was capable of hearing me saying that. He has been around observing and even gaining knowledge of the Town.

"I initially read your primarch books in order. but I realized, I should have been more strategic in my read order. It should have been Lorgar first. If he had more time to fully give himself the time to atone, i think this would have been easier."

I listened to them both, now thinking about their input in this. They were right, I never thought about my own knowledge of the Primarchs, my own preparedness before I even begun this. It made Sense.

"Honestly, if you ask me, reading Lorgar First would not have been a feasible strategy." Dorn said sitting with me on the bench.

"I agree with Dorn. you have not much knowledge on us, and you went in blind before even starting this mission. Starting with the First Heretic would have not only overwhelmed you, but You would not be in the predicament you are now."

"Bringing the Lion here first was the best decision, due to the fact he is independent, and behind the scenes, he helped the rest of us acclimate to the town. He may not admit it, but he sort of helped you before Konrad attacked you." Rogal finally revealed and Corvus nodded.

"If Lion were not here when you brought Lorgar, you would not be able to handle it, the Gradual adding of each Primarch was mostly handled by Lion, along with Dorn's help, and believe it or not, Leman."

"So you all have helped me behind everything, the overwhelming work that I did not do, You all shouldered it. You and Lion?" Dorn nodded.

"Faline, You are anxious a lot of us would not be able to restrain ourselves from needless fighting, you forget, before the war, before the heresy, we have fought alongside each other, and have spoken to each other before everything went downhill. There will be a time and place when our anger will come to a head, but we are able to prioritize what we are supposed to do here."

"I am sorry." I relented, and Dorn placed a hand upon my shoulder as reassurance, and I smiled. "That made me feel a lot better than I expected."

"I am pleased I can help, Faline. Now Leman and Lion should be returning soon with the Brisket, do you need anything for it?"

"I asked Perturabo to fix a Smoker for it, and I will be smoking it in his workshop." Dorn got up, liking my response, and Corvus joined him.

"We look forward to the Meal tomorrow during the eclipse." when they walked away, I got up myself, and when I walked back, I noticed Lion and Leman coming back, Leman with a large Package of Brisket in his arms, I dropped my jaw as I walked over to appraise the meat. The Slab that Leman chose was perfect, a nice thick layer of fat but the meat looked lean, healthy, and it looked thicker than any brisket I chose. the color was gorgeous and I had to keep myself from drooling at how it will look when it is seasoned and cooked.

"Told ya lass. We are NOT settling for anything but the best for brisket." He presented it, and I chuckled. "this is Perfect, I need to get it in my house to season it, and get it prepped for some. The Sooner I get it done, the Better, because it will take at least 12 hours to smoke!" I said, taking the hunk of meat. Leman saluted and he sauntered off, giddy like a child on Christmas eve. Lion stayed behind as I went to go up the steps to my apartment.

"Faline, have you Read Sanguinius' book?" I stopped and looked back at him, and he had a serious look on his face.

"I did. I closed the nook yesterday, and well, I read it before bed.." I said to him and he nodded, as if understanding the assignment. After hearing what Dorn said about Lion, I knew he was going to prepare for Sanguinius to come and to prepare him for a new environment.

"Lion. I want to say. thank you for helping me." I said to him, and he stopped, looking over before he turned to the park again.

"I do not need thanks, Faline, but it is appreciated." he said before heading back to the park.

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With Perturabo's help and watching over the smoking of the brisket while I slept, I was confident my picnic was ready for the Eclipse. I Came down to my Picnic table, shaded and cool and I laid out the Spread. The Brisket, my Mac and cheese, a Large Ceramic Bowl full of Leafy Greens a mix of spring and romaine mixed with cucumbers slices, radishes, croutons, apple slices, grape tomatoes, feta cheese. The dressing I kept out of, to prevent the sogginess of it, but I came with a few of them for the others to choose what they like. I heard the sound of grinding only to see Leman drag his icebox and opening it to reveal beers and alcoholic drinks, all carefully placed in ice. he Grinned and looked at me expectantly, looking down at the brisket, then looking back at me. He silently was asking for some.

"I am not ready yet!" I laughed, and he sat closer to the brisket

"but the Brisket smells good. I happened to help with the choosing of the slab, so it is only right I taste it, to make sure it isnt.. poisoned." He had a mischievous, childish grin.

"You are immune to poisons." I objected, crimping the foil hearing the sound of more cars coming to Selleton. no doubt Visitors came to find a spot at the park. It was quite early, so it was empty now, but the park will fill up soon.

"I can still tell if it is poisoned or not." Leman playfully replied as i finally revealed the end result. the Brisket letting off some steam, and revealing a perfectly charred slab. the Smoky flavor invading both our nostrils, the slices showing the meat, the unrendered fat and the rendered fat in between well browned meat with hints of red lining the edges, perfectly proportioned out and underneath a nice dark crust. I had to admit, the look of it made my own mouth water.

"You want this Brisket, Leman?" I crooned softly, Leman did not answer. he was staring at the marvelous morsel of meat, his lips smacking as he stared at the work I have done. I gave in, and I gave him an already sliced piece. He lit up, and immediately grabbed it, and shoved it in his mouth. he chewed, and he groaned in delight.

"oh, this is Delicious. a feast fit for us primarchs. Thank you, Faline" He got up and stretched. "I should help Lion organize the visitors of the Park, though." He headed to Lion, quite content with his stolen piece of Brisket, as I continued to prepare the spread. I looked on at the Distance to see Magnus Hang up a sign that said 'Closed for the Eclipse' and I waved at him. he waved back and when I turned I jumped at the sight of Konrad Curze sitting across from me, staring at the food, then at me.

"I seriously need to put a bell on you." I said. He did not answer, his void eyes looking at me, the small white irises shifting as if studying my face. he grinned, and he lifted a hand to the brisket, but I smacked it away. He growled at me, his teeth baring.

"You dare?!" he said but I cut him off.

"Dont put your hands on my brisket. I do not know where your hands have been." He looked down, staring at his hands, as I cut up a nice slab of the seasoned and juicy meat. He perked up watching me.

"How long did it take to make this Slab of meat?"

"12 and a half hours of Smoking in Perturabo's Smoker,"

"And What part of the cow is this morsel?" He pointed to the Mac and Cheese indicating he wanted to try it, and I served him a helping. He stared at the cheese stretching as I placed a good helping on his plate.

"Uh, I believe the chest area, If I remember what I read." I said, then grabbed my plastic Tongs then gave him some salad greens and then placed the plate in front of him. Konrad stared as the plate was given to him, and he stared up at me.

"You would know I poisoned it, Konrad. You have future sight. Not to mention you are immune to poisons. why are you hesitating." He squinted his eyes,and then rolled them.

"You are just being too nice," he replied. I sighed

"Okay, You have been here how long? You attacked and almost killed me, got locked in the basement by Lion, came back, I managed to talk to you about your plights, and your insecurities, you almost killed the Mayor, got locked in the basement, helped me smuggle Angron to the Hospital. If anything, we have been through a lot together. and you are questioning that I am being too nice? I made this picnic for the Eclipse event, and I intend to feed you all."

"hmm." he answered, taking fork and then placing the Mac and Cheese in his mouth. He chewed, and his eyes widened. I can tell it had to do with the food. My face turned slightly smug, seeing his face of pure delight, as his eating was faster. Leman and Lion came to my table, and I went to greet them when Lion turned his eyes at Konrad, who was gorging himself in his plate.

"Lion, I am concerned we will not be able to see Sanguinius before the Eclipse, I mean, I read his book, so he should be here right?"

"Is he bothering you?" He said and Konrad looked up at Lion, a bit of pasta on his lip as he glared back at the Primarch. I looked over.

"Nope, Just eating. Want some?" I got a plate and Leman sat down next to Konrad making him growl, but Leman growled back. Lion silently nodded ignoring the two growling primarchs, and watched me cut some of the Brisket. Lion looked over at his brothers out growling each other, and then he sighed in exasperation.

"Our arrivals have varied, Faline. you need to be patient." Lion said, assessing the food, ignoring Leman and Konrad glaring at each other. He then spoke up as I watched him silently point to what he wanted.

"Could it be that he has perished, that Sanguinius would not be able to come back?" He asked, keeping up the discussion despite Leman scooting over to Konrad and agitating him. I regarded my head to Konrad.

"That would make no sense, because Konrad and Ferrus got killed, and they came here, unscathed and alive. I mean, Magnus told me Horus would not be coming here at all, and I think it is because the Emperor just deleted his soul."

Lion took a Fork and He noticed Leman and Konrad Still Growling like Dogs at each other. His eyes rolled then he spoke out at the both of them in Older Brother Fashion.

"We are Primarchs, not rabid animals! Some more than others." he stated tersely.

"Says the Primarch who lived in the forests most his childhood." Konrad quipped. I did not say anything, just smiling as I spooned some Mac and Cheese for Leman now.

"You wish to speak of my upbringing, when your own upbringing was wandering the streets of Nostramo like a rat." Leman laughed Heartily until I moved the plate to Russ.

"no.. no.. No." I said, Putting a healthy portion of Brisket on Leman's plate. "We are watching the moon block the sun and temporarily give us darkness in a once in a Lifetime event. We are not having tension and fights right now. Eat my food, Drink the Alcohol in my icebox before Leman does and Shut up."

"Alcohol? Give me one before Leman drinks it."

I heard a Familiar voice, and immediately perked up seeing The Kahn come up, Biker Jacket on, and his hair in a Man Bun.

"Kahn!" I exclaimed moving up and Hugging him. He chuckled, returning my hug and he looked over at the spread I had.

"Well, I am glad I arrived for the Eclipse, good drink and Better food?" He sat down across from Konrad who was Staring at the White Scars Primarch before continuing his meal. The time seemed to move faster now, with Selleton getting more and more people coming in, some Claiming a Spot in the park for their own Picnic, some Children throwing Frisbees, and even the Primarchs having their own spots near the Picnic Table. Perturabo finally set up his Telescope, and he was adjusting and Focusing the lens to the Sun, as I stared at him. I remembered the kiss we shared, I remembered the way he melted when I told him how I felt about him. He was so damaged from being used that the one person that gave him Affection he clung to? I heard a Grunt, and Angron was Sitting at the Table with Jaghatai.

"Angron, you look different. You Have Substantially less nails." The Kahn observed as Angron looked up seeing Oliver joining him. Angron and Kahn fist bumped, and Kahn smiled, I assumed he was quite happy Angron was not a Suffering Screaming mess. Oliver sat down grabbing a Plate and I took it getting him his meal

"Yes, big Bad Angron here got some Surgery and he has less Nails in his head. Sure it still hurts but we are making great Progress. I am Oliver, Faline's brother and Angron's nurse." Holding out his hand to the Kahn

Jaghatai rose an eyebrow and he took Oliver's hand and shook it.

"I am Jaghatai Kahn. Primarch of the White Scars. You are quite vibrant for a nurse."

"Look good, Feel good, honey." He grinned, his eyes shut showing off his red eyeshadow. Jaghatai laughed as I placed three plates down by Oliver, Angron and the Khan.

"Oooh,is that Mom's Mac and Cheese recipe? Yaaas, I have been wanting to try this since she got the ingredients yesterday!" He bounced and Kahn took his own bite and he sighed in gratitude. Oliver immediately spooned his helping and he ate, as Angron tasted the brisket, I smiled, then turned back seeing Perturabo and Magnus Talking, focusing the Telescope still. I can already feel a hint of cold as the moon was moving closer.

"Ooh you can tell the Eclipse is going to happen soon." Oliver pointed. "Its getting less bright." I did not Answer, seeing Perturabo now Alone as Magnus walked to me, and I went to serve him some food, and He waved, declining it for now. I looked slightly confused until he pointed.

"You should give some to Perturabo." Magnus suggested, and Oliver giggled, and then looked at The Kahn.

"Her and Perturabo were sitting in a Tree, K-i-s-s-i-n-g." Oliver taunted and Kahn laughed, I glared at my brother.

"Oh shut up."

"Hey, its okay, it is a brother's purpose to tease." Fulgrim walked over as Magnus took over the Brisket and Mac and Cheese Serving. I shook my head taking a plate and walking away from the table. They were being civilized at least, eating the food and Getting Alcohol before Leman got to all of it. Every step closer, I noticed Perturabo looking up and then continuing his focus on the telescope.

"I am sure you are going to ask why I am not near the table. I have already measured the optimal space for this telescope to be here to be able to get the best results for—" He Stopped, noticing the plate of food and I held it out, but he finished up his speech before he took the plate.

"The Best results for a project I am designing, this telescope is not only observing the eclipse, but also capturing the stills for record keeping purposes." He turned his laptop to show the results, beautifully captured and focused moments of the eclipse and a live reel of the moon moving.

"that is amazing actually. I can tell you are in a good mood too." I said, still staring at the monitor. He grunted and took a bite of his brisket and he stared at it, as if it was something he discovered. He took another bite, but he was silent.

"What?"

"Has any wayward children tried to ask to see." I asked him, he scoffed looking out at the running children and conversing adults in the distance of the park.

"They are too scared to ask. I prefer it that way." Perturabo said, finishing his food and I looked at him with a raised eyebrow and he looked back at me. placing his plate on the table.

"You like the food?"

"It was adequate." I stared at him with a hint of annoyance.

"Your telescope is adequate." He squinted his eyes.

"You offend my work with the word adequate?"

"You offend my food with the word Adequate." I sassily bobbed my head, and he huffed.

"Damn you, woman, and throwing my words back at me." I chuckled, my head now on his shoulder. he made no move to shrug it off, instead he just stayed there, his arms crossed.

"you know" I began, "I was going to be a lawyer. I think the books Konrad stole from me was from my aim to become one." Perturabo looked down at me hearing that.

"Why didn't you? Why the drastic change from Lawyer, to Barista." I admit, I was not ready to tell him the truth on why I could not continue my career path, it was honestly horrible, and there was fighting involved. So I masked it with something comedic.

"I was told if I become a Barista, I will meet a bunch of big superhuman men lab grown by another powerful man." He chuckled, a noise I have not heard from him genuinely. Magnus might have heard this noise, but I sure did not." I looked up at him his face was still stoic, but suddenly, I felt his arm around my shoulder and I moved more in his embrace

"You are ridiculous, Faline." he stated, a deep voice that sounded.. content. This felt nice, actually, despite his iron will, and his harsh honesty, he seemed softer around me. the Town was getting colder, darker, and I happened to notice Rogal Dorn, and Corvus moving to get some of my food, along with Lorgar. and it seemed like they were not doing anything too hostile just yet. They seemed to gather, enjoy the food and move back to their spots to watch the eclipse, most of them already had their glasses on. It wasn't until Perturabo leaned forward and he looked at the computer.

"It is almost time." I took out my eclipse glasses, and then I looked up, shielding my eyes, as Perturabo was recording the event. I can hear the children screaming and cheering, and I noticed the others looking up, all wearing the glasses. The event was beautiful, the moon slowly moving, the sky darkening and the entire town of Selleton stopping and watching as the Eclipse finally reached full totality. It was then we were all enveloped by full darkness. The people cheered as the glasses were removed and the Sun was fully blocked. I felt Perturabo's arm move me closer, and I smiled, looking at him, then back at the eclipse. This was an amazing time, and once in a lifetime. Our silence ended as Perturabo suddenly darted his glance at Magnus in the distance. Magnus looked slightly disoriented, a bit more than usual. I watched him shaking his head.

"Magnus sensed something." I said, and we got up and we ran to him and he spoke up.

"Strong psychic presence." Magnus looked up, and I immediately looked around. Magnus was the one who can sense Primarchs coming, so we looked around for Sanguinius. We did not see anything, until Oliver called out to everyone, pointing up at the eclipse.

"Uh, guys.. what is that?" We all looked up noticing just at the edge of the eclipse, there was something falling fast towards the town of Selleton. I gasped, and the People of the Park started to scream, seeing the falling object, all of them scattering and panicking. children crying as chaos ensued. Lion and Leman ran to the park, getting them more organized.

"MOVE!! MOVE!!" Lion yelled, his voice echoing across the park, Leman running with him to wrangle the evacuating and screaming civilians scattering. Angron got up, and he ran with them to get those scared to move and get to their cars,

"Is there a way to stop that, Magnus?" I said, the Kahn running to the park to help the Primarchs evacuate the park. Magnus looked up at the falling object. He blinked once then he looked back down at me.

"It isnt an Asteroid. It's Sanguinius himself, He's headed to the lake." I ran to the edge of the Park and then cupped my hands to Lion.

"GET EVERYONE AWAY FROM THE LAKE! HE IS FALLING THERE!" I yelled, Corvus jumping over me to join in the gathering. Lion Turned his head wondering why I said he instead of it, but he made a half nod then he joined Leman, Angron and Corvus. Rogal Dorn joined as we moved to the town part, by the time we were running around, the eclipse was over. but the entire town was in full chaos. Sanguinius finally Reached the Town, and Like Magnus said, he Slammed into the Large Lake in the Park, water Splashing everywhere, causing everyone to scream as lake water fell upon the town like rain.

"Leman, To the Lake, now!" Lion ran up to it, removing his shirt, and kicking off his boots. Leman followed suit, their shirts now on the grass, as they both jumped in the lake, swimming to the center where Sanguinius fell. I, Oliver, and the rest of the Primarchs ran to the lake as Lion and Leman emerged from underwater, holding the arms of their unconscious brother, behind them was a pair of wings, massive and limp behind Sanguinius, golden blonde hair wet and clinging to his face. Lion gently cradled Sanguinius, then gently placed him on the ground, putting him to the side, and moved back. We all moved back, to see Sanguinius still unconscious upon the ground. Lion pointed to Oliver and he spoke up directly.

"Oliver, examine his vitals." His tone was authoritative, as if carrying out militaristic Orders. Oliver usually would be playful and ask for the word please, but he seemed to be in full serious mode, and walked to Sanguinius, staring at him, and knelt examining his body.

"Why does this man have wings on his back?" He asked, and I shook my head, as Oliver picked up Sanguinius' arm and put two fingers to his wrist. There was silence at first until Oliver spoke up

"I feel a double Pulse. he is alive." I dropped my jaw, and I went to speak when a group of people tried to move closer with their phones out. and Dorn turned to get them to back up. Fulgrim and Ferrus joined as well, as I spoke up again.

"Wait, can you check for any of these injuries? Pierced lung, broken wing…" I tried to remember the injuries Sanguinius sustained during his final fight with Horus. Oliver stared at me like i was stupid.

"I would if I had my Medical Bag, Faline, but I do not." He said bobbing his head sassily, then getting up when Lion went to pick up Sanguinius gently

"Oliver, you can get your medical Supplies, in the meantime, we will take him to the Cabin and—"

Before Lion finished, Lion was Punched in the jaw, and the wings sprung to life Sanguinius coming up from the ground and roaring in rage, his teeth bared, and his eyes a blood red, his hair changing to the same hue.

"YOU WILL DIE HORUS!!!" He snarled in Fury, and Lion recovered, getting up and he pointed.

"Restrain him." Lion yelled as Sanguinius charged at Lion His wings fluttering as He went to attack the First. Angron Ran up and Used his body to spear Sanguinius in the abdomen, grabbing his hips and knocking him down. Sanguinius Clasped his hands together and pounded Angron's Shoulders, but Angron snarled back Trying to keep him down, Sanguinius kept punching Angron, Which angered him more, Angron grabbing his fists and then redirecting them to the angel, and held him in a submission.

"HORUS!!!" He yelled, flailing. Feathers were falling, Angron holding his shoulders, and then finaly locking his legs around Sanguinius' Waist, and holding him down.

"Snap out of it, brother." Lion yelled, and Sanguinius Chomped on Angron's Flesh, his forearm bleeding from Sanguinius' bite. Angron roared in pain, as Sanguinius held his teeth in his flesh.

"Sanguinius, come to. Please, its us." Dorn yelled, and Sanguinius looked at Dorn his breathing slowing, his bite less intense as he stared at Dorn's face, the face of the Imperial Fists Primarch.

"Dorn?" he spoke, then Angron loosened his grip on his submission. "Where is Horus? Where is he?"

"Horus is gone," I called out, and Sanguinius looked at me, confused at my presence, and the way his brothers are lined up.

"I… I.." He stammered, and Angron let him go, Crawling away, and holding his own head, as he tried to recover from the exertion of the fight. Sanguinius sat up, his wings folding behind his back as he tried to remember what happened.

"I was upon the Vengeful Spirit. I was.. I was fighting Horus. He.." He tried to recall what he remembered, touching his ribs, and then his face, trying to see if this was real. If he was alive. He was real. He was here, in Selleton. No longer drowning in his own blood. He looked at everyone, and as soon as Lion helped him up, he broke down crying, his red hair changing back, Lion guided him to the Cabin, Dorn and Ferrus still blocking the towns people trying to take pictures of the Angel man falling from the sky. I watched as Sanguinius was in distress from all that has happened, his tears falling on the grass as they disappeared to the cabin. I looked at Dorn and he looked back down at me.

"When he is ready.. we will talk to him."

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We were not sure when he will ever be ready. All of us crammed in the Cabin, Sanguinius in the other room, crying, and sobbing still and all we are doing is just sitting there, hearing his agony. Lorgar was listening to this, and I noticed he was moving to the Door.

"Lorgar? where are you going." I asked him, and Lorgar turned his head.

"I…I need some air, please, let me be, and let me know what happens." He walked out the door and Perturabo scoffed.

"Typical. having to leave. still the cowardly weak one." He let out, as Magnus shook his head.

"No, Lorgar is now feeling the gravity of what he caused hearing Sanguinius' sorrow. I guess becoming the First Heretic, is now taking a toll to his own morals."

"What morals? Where were they when he turned me to chaos?" Angron spat out. "Where were they when his legion turned Horus to the champion. He knew what he was doing, he knew what he wanted. He can not feel bad about it now." He growled, as Lion closed his eyes, hearing everyone talk.

"It is normal to finally realize what was done, Angron. Lorgar now realizes the pain he caused, by hearing Sanguinius and that is actually a good thing."

"It is hard to fully see what you have done, and the pain that you caused. but it is worth it." Fulgrim spoke, but Angron rolled his eyes.

"Until I can see through his actions not his words that he realizes his sins, I am not buying it. He lied to me once, I am not trusting him at all." Angron finally growled.

"and what of the pain you caused your sons. the World Eaters? You turned a good legion into savage berserkers all because you were one." Leman pointed and Angron snapped his gaze.

"What do you want me to do in this present situation to fix what I have done to my Legion?! They are NOT here, you idiot."

"Call me an Idiot again, See what happens" Leman growled.

"YOU IDIOT!" Angron responded, but Fulgrim and Dorn held back Leman.

"Fighting each other is NOT going to solve anything. Have some Decorum." Fulgrim pointed, then wiped his hand on some cloth as if he got some dirt on him from touching Leman. Leman took offense to that and snorted.

"awww, is pretty boy afraid of a little cooties from the Wolf King?!"

"What are we, children? please. I do not know when the last time you bathed, that is all." I groaned until the Kahn shifted in his seat.

"Has this been going on since I have been gone? tension? fighting? and even bickering?" He asked, and Lion nodded, as if ashamed.

"yes. ever since Lorgar and Corvus came to town, we have been at each other's throats more than usual." Jaghatai sighed, then he looked at the room where Sanguinius rested, and there was silence. no sob, or cry of lament. He was silent.

"Faline, You want to go in there, and see if he is okay? I will talk to my brothers." I sighed getting up, and then preparing myself.

"I can try, but I do not know how to handle Sanguinius when he is still in grief. He came here as soon as Horus killed him." I walked into the room, knocking twice and entered, On the bed, was Sanguinius, sitting up, his head bowed and his hair no longer golden, it was instead so dark and dreary, it made me think of Curze. his wings were folded and behind him. Oliver joined in and he smiled.

"I am helping. They are talking to each other in there." He whispered, and Sanguinius turned to us both, seeing us watching him here.

"Hello." I said, not sure what to say, Sanguinius looked at us both and he shifted, his body turning to us.

"Hello. you are friendly faces. I am not sure I got your names amongst the commotion." the Angel spoke, his voice deep, yet gentle. Oliver blushed and he pushed me further.

"I know I was not my best when you first saw me. I…" He paused slightly looking around and his eyes focused on my Dumbo plush on the bed. I was looking all over for that. I must have left it when I was taken here during my dream with Magnus. "I was under the impression I was still fighting my brother."

"Horus." I said, and he nodded. Oliver finally spoke up

"Oliver aside, I take it you have so many questions and so confused on what happened." He nodded silently, his wing retreated now as Oliver stopped his petting. It was amazing to have a literal Angel in the Cabin. Sanguinius nodded his head, his hair changing before our very eyes, as he was calmer and speaking to us both.

"I know this is weird, but, can I feel your wings? are they real." Sanguinius looked curiously at Oliver and he unfurled a single wing, only for Oliver giggling and feeling the feathers. "its so sooooft!" He sighed, making Sanguinius chuckle.

"I thought you would feel them when you examined me, nurse."

"What is this place and Why are my other brothers here?" He asked and I sat down, Holding my Dumbo Plush and Oliver moved to a chair.

"well, I was donated your Books, by the Emperor, and each of them are capable of bringing a primarch here. The only message i was given was "Give them a new perspective" that is it. no other explanation." Sanguinius kept listening, his eyes focused on mine, and he looked out at the door, where he can hear his brothers speaking to each other.

"Is.. Is Horus here?" He said, and I shook my head.

"Magnus concluded he is the only primarch to not be able to come here, due to the fact the emperor Destroyed him.

"I thought so." He looked at the Dumbo plush and I handed it to him, and he held it, squeezing it softly, and he lowered his head.

"I am slightly calmer, and I need more time to rest. I.." He did not finish his statement and Oliver spoke up predicting what was wrong.

"Oh Please, you can call me Oliver. I have a knack for reading behaviors. I wanted to be a Therapist at one point." He waved, and bent his hand beaming at him.

"Is it because you died, and You have gone through something traumatic like the betrayal of your brother, dying by his own hand, and are now alive in a new place, and trying to still collect your thoughts about everything you did not foresee?" I stared at Oliver and Sanguinius widened his eyes slightly and he nodded gently.

"uh, yes. that… that is accurate, medicae."

"That still seemed to be a bit more than just reading his behavior. that seemed on the nose." I said to Oliver, his eyes opening and he shifted his eyes.

"Okay, okay, I looked up Sanguinius on the internet, happy?" He rolled his eyes. "And I might have taken your Sanguinius book from your house." I exhaled "you need to Stop taking my stuff from my Apartment!"

"I Did NOT take it. I borrowed it. Much like those pajama booty shorts. Can't have you wearing those in front of Perturabo." He darted out the door.

"DAMMIT OLIVER!" Sanguinius was laughing, a lilting noise, that sounded like it was flawless, as I looked over at his now jovial face.

"Pardon me, but What a dynamic between you and your brother." He complimented as the door remained open, the other Primarchs looking in.

"Sanguinius? Are you well, Brother." Dorn asked through the door. I got up, and Sanguinius followed suit, placing the plush back down upon the bed, He walked out with me, having to lean down the door slightly to fit through the opening, and he got in Lion passing Sanguinius some clothing. The Angel took it and he nodded looking at every primarch save Lorgar in the area. I can tell he was not used to this. The last thing he remembered was fighting most of his brother's legions. He closed his eyes again.

"Excuse me, but, give me time. please. this.. is still so much. I expected to be dead. Only to be here again among my brothers." Dorn's hand clapped Sanguinius shoulder and Sanguinius' wings furled, moving at the gesture.

"It takes a lot for us to get used to, Brother." Magnus said but he pointed at me. all eyes fell on me, and Immediately I looked at every primarch except for the absent Lorgar.

"However, I think you will find your new guide, comes in a small package, and she has indeed done well, in spite of all she has faced and endured due to us." Sanguinius casted his look at me, and his wings gently unfurled. I looked back, and I rose from my seat.

"You managed to bring my brothers together like this?" He asked.

"It was not easy, but I know, once you all are here. It will be worth it."

And With that Sangy is here in Selleton! Now that he is here, I feel like with the last primarchs that need to come it will flow easily. We are actually kinda close to the End, and honestly, I am looking forward to it, not in a bad sense, but more in a I am glad I wrote it and I am glad it generated so much fans. There will be more Fanfictions for me to work on, and I do have some Primarchs of Selleton One Shots I hope to add in the fray, now that this chapter is released so keep an eye on that.

My Dreams have been recurring. It went to the point, that I had to tell Magnus that I kept dreaming of the Imperial palace, trying to see if he had any pointers on moving further in my dream. Unexpectedly, Magnus did not give me any form of advice. In fact he seemed to avoid the conversation altogether. When I try to press him further on it, he would teleport away. It irritated me to no end. My dream melted into the Imperial palace again, on that Chaise, surrounded by superior Golden elegance. This was the Third time this week I have arrived to the Imperial Palace. I only had to dream of it, and I was there. Like Clockwork, I got up from the chaise then walked down the hall. The usual Custodes was there as always, patrolling the halls. I walked in step, content he did not know my presence, or he was simply ignoring it. Either way, I am grateful. Perfect soldiers created by the Emperor himself, that is a fight I do not want to be stuck in. I saw my Destination and I stepped out of the line with the Custodes and I ran down the adjacent hall perpendicular to the one I was down in. I kept my pace, I ran, which felt more and more sluggish, a typical feeling I always felt when Dreaming. When I turned, there they were, the emperor in His Armor, and Malcador in an old robe, his staff in hand, as they were looking down at a table. The Emperor this time looked up and I shook my head, raising my hand.

"Wait don't send me back! I have so many Questions. Please.—" I begged, trying to step closer.

He did not listen.

"You do not belong here, Faline. Go Back"

His eyes shone and I was greeted with brightness. I gasped, and tried to block it away, only for me to wake up in my bed, the morning light hitting my eyes just right and my alarm only 2 minutes to ringing. I groaned, covering myself in my blanket. Every time I was closer to the Emperor, and even Malcador, I was just sent back to the waking world. I did not understand how I was able to even contact the Emperor and Malcador when it was confirmed I had no abilities. I heard Oliver in the living room singing along to the song Out There. He must have Hunchback of Notre Dame on background while he was making breakfast. He was the more talented singer out of the two of us, so I did not mind him singing. I just stick to the guitar, learning it at an early age by learning to play Dave Matthews Band songs. It was actually nice to hear after the dreams I have been having. I remembered Oliver was staying with me for a bit, for Angron to be better accommodated with Being alone after the Surgery. It was one week of him living on his own, and if he can be independent without the Nurse, Oliver will be dismissed. I opened the door, only to see wings folded off the chair and Sanguinius applauding at the small show he was getting while eating Oliver's cheesy eggs and toast.

"Hello Sanguinius, Hey Oliver." I announced myself, holding my robe before putting it on and Oliver grinned, pointing at the plate of my own eggs and toast. Walking to the kitchen and taking it, Oliver can easily see my hint of annoyance on my face.

"Morning, Sis, good dreams?" He said, as Sanguinius was casually eating the egg looking over. I sighed as I took another bite rubbing my eye slightly.

"I dreamed of the Emperor again. I was in the Imperial Palace once more, and every time I am closer to Him and Malcador, they wake me up.I do not know what it means but I have been dreaming nonstop of them." I said, Oliver chuckling at that as if it was some kind of joke. it was Sanguinius' turn to show concern, his brow knitted as he placed down his plate but Oliver spoke up before the Angel said anything.

"Faline, if I dream of a sexy tall tan man every day, I would not be fretting. I would get all dolled up before bed, make a good impression." I stared at Oliver, unimpressed and Sanguinius looked slightly awkward at the fact Oliver called his Father sexy.

"I doubt dolling myself up would get the emperor's attention anytime soon, Oliver." He chuckled as Sanguinius spoke his opinion.

"My Father works in strange ways, and to allow you access to the Imperial palace even if in dreams, it means of course there is something he is willing to let you access as less and less Primarchs are needed to arrive here in Selleton." I looked at Sanguinius,and nodded, confirming his speculation.

"Regardless, I am just more focused on what the Emperor wishes me to see. Every single dream is of him and Malcador and I cannot access them."

"Who's Malcador, sounds like one of those evil Wizards people fight in those DnD games." Oliver asked stopping the VHS now, since we were all Talking. Sanguinius did not answer since he was taking a bite of his egg and toast.

"Old man, holds a Staff, just as Powerful as the Emperor, his Advisor, I think?" I tried to remember what Malcador was to the Emperor. He is also known as the Sigillite." Oliver looked at me, then at Sanguinius who nodded in confirmation and Oliver just shrugged as if giving up on learning more Warhammer characters. To be fair, it can be overwhelming, so it was so valid of him to just give up. Sometimes it is hard for me to make sense of everything that Sanguinius is so used to

"I guess. This Warhammer stuff confuses me." Oliver said in defeat. I chuckled, shaking my head as I went to walk back in my room when suddenly I felt a slight pressure of my head. It was familiar, and I knew exactly this was Magnus trying to telepathically speak to me. I tried to open my mind again, and closed my eyes, before Magnus' voice echoed in my brain.

"You need to come to the Meeting hall in the Town Center, this is important for you. It is regarding the Nook" Magnus' voice echoed as if it were in an empty room, but it sounded so clear in my head, like he was right there in my ear. I blinked my eyes open, the pressure easing up, rubbing my head when Sanguinius got up, his face wrinkled in Concern.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, and Oliver got up as well, confused.

"Magnus told me to go to the Meeting hall. I am not even dressed." I said, and Oliver looked on, slightly puzzled.

"So, Magnus talking in your head, what does that feel like? Faline? Sanguinius?" Oliver was genuinely curious. Sanguinius chuckled, trying to find the right words to describe telepathy.

"You can imagine getting your brain stroked and your ears popping slightly, that is how it feels when Magnus enters your mind." Sanguinius described, and Oliver grimaced. I decided to just add in my own experience.

"Okay, imagine a voice massaging the inner part of your brain, but it doesn't feel good. His hands are a little too rough. to me, that is what it feels like, I am never going to get used to telepathy." Oliver had a horrified look on his face. He shuddered slightly and clutched his brain.

"Whatever, That does not sound pleasing at all."

"Yeah, sort of why I'm not moaning when Magnus talks in my head. Not Exactly ASMR." Oliver looked so done with the conversation waving his hand dismissively, now wanting to change the subject.

"Anyways," He said, with a forced sigh "Hurry, girl. who knows what that old bitch wants." Oliver called out. I grinned moving back in my room as Oliver shut the door of my room. it did not take long for me to get ready, only for me to come out, fixing my long sleeve dandelion top, and looking at Sanguinius and trying to be as tactful as possible.

"Sanguinius, I know this is.. a touchy subject for you, and I am not talking about the wings." He turned his head to the side, and I sighed, taking the silk Scrunchie to my hair, and fashioning it to a bun and Sanguinius frowned. He knew what I was going to talk about and he turned away.

"Believe me, Faline. I had my own concerns as well, While I am not as impulsive as my legion the Blood angels, I assure you, I do not think you have to worry about me consuming blood as a result of the Red Thirst. I take it you and Oliver know of my affliction? Can you keep it between the three of us?" Oliver stared at Sanguinius then he opened his mouth and closed it.

"Yes, we sort of Talked about it and I only had this to say; What in the Twilight?" Oliver said then Sanguinius turned to him in slight confusion.

"What is Twilight?" he asked and Oliver lit up as I rolled my eyes. Of course Oliver will try to make a Fan of Sanguinius to that series. There was no stopping if Sanguinius shows interest. but I showed my obvious disdain for it as Oliver was starting to explain it.

"A Book series I refuse to put on my shelves, no matter how many times Oliver texts me to put it in the Java nook." I said putting on my socks and shoes. Oliver gasped defiantly and he rushed to my closet.

"And you are just gonna let them gather dust in your closet, how DARE you!" I gave Oliver a look, challenging him to try me. Oliver just groaned as he looked at Sanguinius, dropping the subject, and to finally give the Primarch some reassurance about his insecurity.

"I am a nurse, I am good at keeping things confidential, its like part of the oath I took. Your bloody secret is safe with me, hun" He said, reassuring the angel. "Now, Let us go and make Miss Selleton uncomfortable.."

"I think Miss Selleton took a trip away from Selleton after the events of Angron." I said, and Oliver called out.

"From what Angron told me, she might have, seeing as how she almost set Angron upon the town." Sanguinius said. "I am glad Angron is slightly calmer last I have seen him, and believe you me, last time I seen him, he was not this cooperative." I nodded, hearing Sanguinius, a sound of relief in his tone. He seemed to be more relieved the longer he has been here.

"That was part Nail removal, part Oliver Treatment." Oliver proudly said, making Sanguinius chuckle.

"Anyway, get yourself ready." Sanguinius folded his wings but then he held out his hand, bringing it out to Oliver with a soft and grateful smile. "Oliver, I want to thank you for the breakfast and show. It was delightful." Oliver beamed, taking Sanguinius' hands, giving him a smile in return. "Oh anytime! You were in such distress when you arrived, I just wanted to make sure you were welcome, the Oliver way." I smiled and closed the door, leaving them to shake hands. It seemed Oliver was also a positive influence on the Primarchs. First Angron, and now Sanguinius. Perhaps I did not have to be alone in this journey, and that seemed, so relieving to think about.

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Oliver, Sanguinius and I walked in the Meeting hall, and it consisted of the two Park Rangers Lion and Leman, along with their new recruit Corvus, Magnus and Perturabo on the other side of the meeting hall, Perturabo's Tablet propped up on a table, Rogal Dorn and Fulgrim in the front, with Miss Georgia Selleton as members of the Town Council, Angron, Curze and Ferrus were amongst the chairs in the middle of the Meeting hall. Jaghatai Kahn was amongst the front and Lorgar was in the back. I was slightly shocked the Kahn was here, but it seemed Magnus brought him here due to the urgency of this meeting. It seemed Miss Selleton made this meeting only for the Primarchs, since I did not see other Selleton residents here. My mind immediately grew suspicious on the purpose of this meeting. When I walked in Miss Georgia went to talk, only to stop her tracks to see Sanguinius, his wings neatly propped behind him, and she covered her mouth, at the sheer awe of an Angel in her midst. I turned to see her staring at his wings and Sanguinius had a slight curl of his lip, of discomfort. I just waved at Miss Selleton, trying to get her attention before…

"Miss Selleton, you wanted to talk about the Java Nook behind my back?" That snapped her out of her transfixed state of staring at Sanguinius' wings and give me an indignant look, as if caught in the act.

"I do not know why you are in this meeting, this is meant to be a closed meeting, and you were not needed." She said with annoyance, as Sanguinius sat down and Oliver moved to the front and sat casually.

"Well, You did mention the Java Nook, and it does make sense to bring the Business owner of that establishment." Magnus stated out loud and Miss Selleton sighed.

"So you summoned her with your… psyker magic?" She asked. It seemed from how she spoke she has done more research regarding the Primarchs. How she said psyker magic, she still baffled by how any of these Primarchs worked. She was still staring at Sanguinius' wings, as if she really wanted to address them, but not sure how to go through with it.

"The Java Nook is my business, so I am here. You can not dictate what I can do with my business without me, Miss Selleton. So what's good." I said, sitting at the front with Oliver. Sanguinius moved to Lion, Leman and Corvus, hearing the tension with me and Georgia. There was silence, and the only sound that can be heard, was Angron's soft but purposeful breathing. The Nails were slightly bothering him, but I did indeed hear the small chuckle from Angron's lips, hearing my challenge to Miss Selleton. She squinted her eyes.

"Fine." She cleared her throat, then swept her eyes at everyone in the meeting hall.

"If you all are going to reside in town, perhaps I can hire you all to assist me in a Project I hoped to accomplish. I think men like you all are more than capable. After my trip, I managed to gain the abilities to Improve Selleton, upgrade the Buildings, put it back on the map. Getting rid of things that lag it behind."

"While this is a well intended Endeavor, Miss Selleton," Rogal Dorn started, "The town itself has had a steady Upkeep due to the Revenue of the Diner, the Park campgrounds, the Bar, and the Java Nook. Along with the Revenue starting back up in the Theater and the Iron Will Workshop. While you are stable in that regard, improving the buildings, and creating revenue in once abandoned shops could regain recognition in the town.

"Yes, with the Java Nook creating the less Revenue, there are things that we can replace that are more important than that. Like the Horse Ranch and the Farm."

"Fine, Then turn the only place that holds resources into a city appointed building itself. Turn the Java Nook into a library itself for Selleton. Meet up with Faline to do such. A town with Resources and archives is a thriving one indeed." Magnus Spoke up and I covered my mouth. This is what Magnus wanted me to see. To see that Georgia is slowly trying to take away my life passion, my work, and the very reason I stayed in Selleton.

"Actually this is a Strategic idea." Fulgrim spoke up. "The Java Nook becomes the Library, it opens up the town to resources required, more Revenue, upkeep, and The Books are not deemed useless if we scrub the Nook entirely. Not to mention Faline will be paid by the City itself not by the consumers. Her Cafe can be considered a side job, which is not illegal in any way."

"The Java Nook becoming the Library is not the major priority." She said waving a Hand dismissively. "My focus is the reopening of the horse ranch, the Farms, and the Butcher. Then the Renovation of the Church and some of the major Sites, such as Selleton's Statue, the Diner, the theater and the workshops."

"Fine, we can open those establishments." Perturabo stated loudly, crossing his arms, Magnus lifted the tablet and it floated to Miss Selleton, making her jump at the psyker magic and she cautiously grabbed it. "Opening and adding a library is a project that will not hinder the projects you laid out. Faline simply can do all that on her own." Miss Selleton swiped on the Tablet, seeing all of Perturabo's designs of each of her planned renovations and buildings. She looked up as she put down the Tablet then looked back up her face soured. Perturabo's face looked at how she put the tablet down, as if she kicked his puppy.

"That is more paperwork and funding for Selleton that we do not have." Selleton spoke urgently. "I would rather spend my funds in creating more revenue and traffic before even mentioning anything related to a library." Georgia looked right at me, as I crossed my arms.

"Faline, since you have decided to crash the meeting, I can use your assistance into something more purposeful, if you want to accept."

"Sure, as if running a business in your town is not purposeful enough," I rolled my eyes with sass and Georgia curled her lip. I just crossed my legs, my eyes darting up and down Georgia's face,

"Perhaps Faline, since you are the cause of these men coming to our town. You know of a Primarch who can make this a lot easier? hm?" Miss Selleton focused on me and I looked up at her, and I glared suddenly.

"What in the hell is that supposed to mean? Why do you ask this of me. What have you done for me that warrants me helping you in this?"

"Oh, probably the fact I have been gracious enough to give you space in town for your business. Not to mention the fact you have been the common cause of all these super powerful and dangerous men to come and claim a space in this town. All of them have committed atrocities and I am shocked none of them have laid waste to this town with their strength and powers."

Oliver rolled his eyes, "Its almost as if they are men and not a bunch of toddlers, and can control their strength." Georgia snapped her gaze at Oliver now.

"Trust me, I am close to it." Perturabo Grumbled, and Georgia glared, only for Perturabo to glare back

"Anyway." She said, trying to ignore Oliver and Perturabo's snarky but true comments.

"You can just be in charge of bringing the last of the Primarchs to help with this project and I can possibly consider—"

"Okay, I will stop you right there, Miss Selleton" I stood up. "No. I am not going to be your Designated Primarch summoner, just so you can gain benefits of these men in your town. That is NOT how this works and not why I have them here. and I am not going to do anything for you, if you are going to be dangling anything like that just so I do what you want."

"I mean this." Selleton said, trying to de escalate the tension that she caused. "You have the means to bring these superhuman beings upon my town, all of them established themselves here surprisingly well, and even have been contributing to the town. Your ability to will them into being, surely you know at least one of them are expert Administrators, and I mean this one, the Primarch of the Ultramarines. Roboute Guilliman." She said, holding up a Printed image of Roboute himself and she smiled. I was not impressed. She intended to use me to gain the upper hand in Selleton. I felt the looks of the other Primarchs and it was not until Sanguinius finally spoke in curiosity.

"Miss Selleton, is it? I do not think Faline bringing us here is merely for solving Town problems. From what you have said, a lot of us have established a life here and have kept to ourselves."

"That was until One of your brother's decided to turn my town into a Battlefield and try to tear us apart in a rage that could not even be controlled by his brothers." Miss Selleton snapped. Angron growled like an irate Rottweiler.

"The keyword is try. If I remember right when you ran off after causing such a mess, we managed to placate Angron!" I called out.

"You were the one who read my novel. I did not ask to come here initially," Angron pointed out, causing Miss Selleton to scoff. Angron growled at the blatant dismissive tone, clearly not amused. I turned back, pointing at her, to make a point.

"Exactly, You meddled in things that was clearly not your business," I added, my hand regarding Angron as an example. "You stole his book and read it, when it was clearly marked not for anyone to read openly. All of that chaos was caused by you. And now what? Now you want to add them to your business by treating these men as your working monkeys?"

Selleton glared. "That is NOT what is happening here, Faline, and I suggest you do NOT twist my motives for MY town. If these Primarchs are willing to live in Selleton, they can help with projects that have been left behind due to the death of my husband."

"Then work with who you have now!" I regarded my hand to the rest of the Primarchs. "Do not fall to me for bringing more in just because you are too dumb to accrue numbers!" I finally yelled, and Jaghatai coughed in his fist at my insult. He caught Miss Selleton's look and he grinned looking away. Miss Selleton slammed her hands down on the podium and she pointed at me.

"I Let you have the Nook out of the kindness of my husband's heart, much to my disapproval. I kept your little business in my town due to the memory of Winchester. You will stop your little tantrums, Faline, or else I will ignore my Husband's kindness and perhaps make sure you never run a little coffee book business again. And none of your members of your little reverse harem you have forming will save you."

I dropped my jaw at the sheer audacity of her statement. Her face was smug, thinking she has won. I saw looks of sheer disgust from the Primarchs, Rogal and Fulgrim looking at each other, as if they were holding back. It was Oliver's turn to drop his jaw and rise up indignantly about to cuss her out.

"Oh you did NOT just call my sister a—" But before he finished his sentence, He heard the sound of the chairs scooting back, and I turned to see every single Primarch rise from their seats. Fulgrim and Dorn, even as Council members of the Town, Rose from their seats, and then Starting with Lion, they all walked out of the Meeting hall. Miss Selleton drew back, realizing her mistake, called out to each of them

"Wait wait, I did not… That was not meant for—" She called out and Rogal turned to her shaking his head, raising his hand to silence her.

"That was uncalled for, Miss Selleton." He chastised. "She has done more for us than you think and if you assumed any of us despite our differences and conflicts are going to let you insult her, denigrating any of us in such a callous way, You are wrong." he stepped down and he walked out with his brothers. Oliver was the last one to walk out and I stopped in the center of each of them, my head pounding from the sheer stress of it all. Oliver joined the group and he spoke up.

"That was honestly so bad ass. putting her in her place like that.

"She is in no place to insult what Faline has become to us," Lion said directly. "I care not if she is the mayor of this town."

"Then make your own town, duh, We do not need her!" Oliver waved. Some of them actually went to agree, Ferrus, Sanguinius and even Perturabo, but I shook my head.

"No." I spoke up. "I stayed here in honor of Winchester Selleton, and with how much all of you have made the effort to be here, I cannot do that to you." I said. "Sure there is so much I still need to help you all with, but the mere fact starting new, it just won't be right. I am staying here not because of a promise I made to the man I thought of as a father, but also You all. please. You have all endured wars worse than an old bitter woman on a grieving power trip. Can you all hold fast for me?"

"I will." Konrad lazily rose his hand. "Merely because Miss Selleton's demise is soon. I can't wait to watch her lose her final breath." Lion glared at the Night Haunter and he pointed a finger at him. "You will not lay a finger on that woman! We have been through this!" Konrad rose his hands in mock surrender and wheezed, which sounded more like Laughter than coughing.

"I never said I was going to lay any hand on her, Brother." Konrad said sneering the last word, as if taunting him now, moving to Lion. "I already told you how she will die. I have no part of it." Sanguinius frowned deeply at his brother's mention of Miss Selleton's Death and he turned away, slightly, his eyes up on a faraway stare only to blink then look at Konrad. I just sighed.

"We have already been through this, Konrad." I said, "There is no possible way her death can happen." Konrad turned away from me, and I groaned Sanguinius now stopping him from walking off.

"Konrad, surely you do not want that to happen think of—" Konrad darted his glance at Sanguinius and he moved over to him and shushed him.

"Things will turn out better, brother. You know this." was all I heard when they both walked off. I was just looking at this entire conversation, blinking in pure confusion as their speech was switched to a brand new language. This had to be either low or high Gothic, but I could not make sense of ANY of the words they spoke. It seemed the argument was getting a little heated, and I looked at Oliver who was just as confused. When we heard Wing beats, Sanguinius and Konrad moved to the other side of the park now talking, to leave the others alone, and I cleared my throat.

"Anyway." I looked back at the Rest of them "Um. I think I want to continue the process of turning the Nook into a Library. Magnus we can leave a petition on the Nook counter for those who want to sign the petition," I finally said.

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The Nook was closed for the night, and Magnus was about to leave the nook when I called out for him. I have been nervous to ask him of my problems with my dreams. Perhaps he can help me though. I can tell he knew what I was going to say, so he crossed his arms, a blank expression on his face. I sighed then spoke up to him, finally telling him.

"I have been dreaming of the Emperor and Malcador." His eye was cast down away from me, and his arms relaxed slightly as he walked over to the library part of my Nook. I thought repeating myself would work but it seemed he was still thinking of that.

"That's nice." He said with a curled lip, an expression on his face showing displeasure instead of any excitement.

"You are still bitter about the Emperor." I said not as a question, but as a statement. Magnus looked right at me.

"You do not need mind reading abilities to know my feelings toward Father, Faline. That is exactly it. I have had a great time without having to worry about him addressing his presence upon this town."

"You used to be Good and close though. I thought telling you, you can help me with this and see if I can talk to him"

"Yes. The Key phrase in that sentence, is used to. Faline." Magnus said, his fingers close to each other as if plucking those two words out of my sentence and showing them to me. "I tried to warn him about Horus, I have done everything in my power to remain loyal and tell him of the impending doom that has come with Horus becoming the Champion of Chaos. And What did he do to me? He Sent Leman and his pack of rabid hounds upon me. Burned my home,destroyed it while all I can do is watch. Watch until Leman broke me into pieces."

I remembered that memory, the recollection he had me watch in the dream we shared and I frowned, looking away.

"Horus was the one who told Leman to kill you right? The Emperor merely wanted to bring you into Custody."

"I knew that." He said.

"Then?"

"He Still Sicced Leman on me. Do you know Leman's purpose in the Imperium? He is the Executioner. He is the very Primarch that handles the destruction anything that the Emperor wants scrubbed from the records, the very Legion that deletes anything undesireable from archives. He set the Space wolf upon me, that was the message! Why do you think I did not take the Emperor's half hearted apologies? He was not sorry."

"The Emperor did not—"

"Do not Defend the Emperor of his betrayal in front of me!" He declared, his voice taking in multiple voices and the cafe shaking from the sheer power of his psyker energy. I moved back, my heart pounding just from the recollection of what we went through in that dream. I swallowed and then I looked up at him, his hair was slightly raised, and his eye was glowing slightly in irritation.

"Magnus" I started, trying to placate this situation. My Hand rose "We have worked together in my nook for the time you have been here," I said calmly, Magnus' hair slowly lowering back down upon his shoulders. "we can say we are close to friends, maybe best friends." Magnus' eyebrow shot up at that, making me slightly hesitate. Was it something I said that was untrue about that? "I am just going to say it how it is, Magnus, please."

"Then say it, Faline. I am sure you have a great opinion of me." I could tell it was sarcasm, and I knew he did not even bother with speaking those words, since his voice was now around my head, much like when he telepathically spoke to me. I looked at him, then I took a single step to him.

"Magnus, you are a talented psyker and perhaps one of the most powerful men I have seen. but you are arrogant, reckless, and have been called out on that bullshit by multiple brothers! You think you know everything, you gave up your eye to something you did not know the complexity. At least when I know something I make sure I research everything before I lecture it. You were immature on your journey to abilities and that helped lead to the Burning of Prospero. You are the Very personification of Icarus and his wings. You flew too close, and got burned." Magnus was still, something that made me slightly worried, his eye closed, then he turned away, looking away from me and he let out an exasperated sigh.

"Why won't you let me heal your wrist?" He knew the answer, I can tell from his tone. It was a tone that wanted to hear the answer not from the mind but from my own lips. I gently touched my casted wrist, and closed my eyes.

"I…" I stammered, trying to keep myself calm. "I am still nervous about the magic you have. I get scared of things I don't know, and while you are so familiar with Psyker magic, I am not. But Do you blame me, My first introduction to psykers I was in bed for one week and experiencing seizures. I am scared.."

That was all Magnus needed to hear. He turned fully, his back to me now.

"Magnus, please, I just—"

"I need space, to reflect." He declared and he disappeared from the Nook. I jumped, as the psychic energy just dissipated from the air. I Ran out of the cafe and then looked around. the Air was chill, as the weather as cooling since it as getting close to winter. I had no way of sensing Magnus or even finding him, so I looked ridiculous calling out…

"MAGNUS!" I let out a breath, the cold air making it visible as I ran down the street to the Iron Will Workshop. This was the only place I know to find Magnus, and I peeked in, only seeing Perturabo, a large lit cigar in hand, staring at an operating machine, with a judgemental glare at it. His button shirt was open, revealing the white tank, and his Cybernetic cables were loose, his face focused on the machine he was working on. I knocked gently at the glass, and before he took the cigar to his lips, he turned and looked right at me. He pressed a button, then the door opened automatically, I was slightly marveled at the efficiency of it. He stared as I walked in, the cigar resting between his lips.

"I heard you calling out to Magnus, what happened?" He spoke, his eyes back to the machine. I peeked to see it was a 3d Printer, and he was observing it, and how it printed the test Print, a Small boat.

"Magnus and I were talking about his arrogance to his magic. And, I made him mad. He left, I thought he was in the apartment."

Perturabo nodded, the printer making a soft noise, and Perturabo glared at the 3d Printer and groaned, turning his back away from it, mumbling about making a better one with better output. He leaned forward upon the desk, then there was silence, and then he turned back to me.

"He is in Egypt right now. He just told me." He stated, and I dropped my jaw.

"How is he—"

"He is a Psyker, Faline." He said gruffly, sitting upon the office chair, and then pulling out his designing kit, the pencils, the measuring tools, and then swiveled upon the chair, looking right at me, his cigar still in his lips.

"Magnus has traveled across the corners of the Earth when he wishes and has been since he arrived." He spoke, the cigar now in the ash tray, propped nicely as it just continued to let out a small stream of smoke.

"We have heard the notion that we are to be free to enjoy our new and second life, without the war. Magnus took that literally and decided to travel to anywhere he pleases. Around this world, bringing back knowledge, schematics, new tidbits of trivia from his endeavors.

"And you?"

He casually pointed to his shelf full of books and sketch pieces, all filled with either his own designs or designs he has saved for himself.

"I have Indulged." is all he said, while he was still working on his 3d printer design. "What did you say to Magnus to cause his impromptu travel?"

"I told him he was too arrogant and it was the cause of his downfall and betrayal to the imperium." He stopped and looked over at me, sizing me up and then looked away shaking his head and sighing.

"So you told him something he already knows." I slumped my shoulders at his comment, exasperated.

"He already knows it, yet he still acts like this. you would think with us being some form of friends or something he would fully reflect on the actions he has done and.. I dont know."

"Being a Friend is not going to be the main contributing factor to fully rewire Magnus the Red on what he has been since he has been created." He countered. "That is not how Magnus Works. He is a powerful psyker, and He will not put himself down from that pedestal, humble himself and actually think of the underlying causes and the effects that followed. You do not know Magnus as much as you think."

"There was a time where he hoped to advance humanity to excellence. just like all of you. All of you, wanted to spread the Imperial Truth with your father." I said, my hand on his shoulder, and Perturabo sighed his eyes closing, as if it were a sore spot, but instead of moving away from my touch he took my hand,

"That was before. Not anymore." He said, swiveling again to face me, still holding my hand. "You do not have that Form of Magnus anyway. When the Space Wolf Primarch tore him to pieces, his personality shattered with it. You have the form of Magnus that is stuck in tragedy, Grief, reliving every single memory of our actions. This form is going to remain in that tragic state, and he will forever keep the notion, that he did nothing wrong."

"Every Magnus feels like he did nothing wrong." I said. "He yelled at me for trying to tell him the Emperor just wanted to bring him to Terra, not kill him.."

"I am well aware of the burning of Prospero. Magnus and I spoke on it during times of rest. but this Tragic form does not want to hear any reasoning."

"That isn't how you work with your pain, Perturabo." He kept his gaze at me and his face slightly hardened

"It is what we are designed to do. we are Warlords, not men, tools, Primarchs." he let go of my hand now and turned again to his work on the desk,

"That is not how you work on your pain, Perturabo." I repeated, and he kept his drawing. "This form of Magnus can not be stuck in his memories and wish it can be different. If he is in a constant state of grief, He has to be able to face it,"

"Tell him that. Not me." he spoke directly. Despite his hardened look, he could not work on his design right now, he seemed distracted, lost in thought. I thought that would never come from the Iron warriors Primarch. He switched on a radio, and it started to play some music. I recognized the song to be "Time in a bottle" by Jim Croce and he lowered the volume.

"Something tells me you needed to hear that too." I said,softer this time. he did not answer, his hand to his head, as I moved closer, and he groaned, feeling his hand move to my waist and then pull me close.

"Stop trying to read me, Faline. I never said anything of the sort." He said, but he made no move to push me away.

"You don't say anything, Perturabo. You show it with your actions, hoping someone notices. I notice it." I said to him, sitting down across his lap and his face flushed red at my action looking away.

"Actions speak louder than words." He muttered, staying still in his chair, and holding me. My legs draped on the side. He lowered his head, I can feel the beginning of his Cybernetic Cables on the top of my curls. The song continued on, as he just closed his eyes.

"Bo?" I asked him softly, and he hummed, acknowledging me for a moment. "Can you look at something for me, pretty please." He stopped the embrace and then I pulled out the very paper Magnus liked to put in my jeans every single day. It seemed every time I went into my pockets my Crude drawing of the Upgraded nook was there. Like a Reminder of what I wanted to do, a recollection of my goals. He unfolded the paper looking at my mediocre design of the Nook. He was silent, looking at my crude drawing. I was slightly embarrassed with him looking at it, but I pointed

"It is a dead Project. The library I wanted to upgrade from the Nook, the cafe I wanted to keep in there. I do not have the money or the resources for it." Perturabo turned the page of his design only to reveal a blank paper and while I was still in his arms, he started on it. Every stroke, light or heavy with the pencil, I watched him do it in real time, watching him factor in calculations and measurements. THIS was Perturabo. An Architect that just focused on buildings that he can visualize or reference. The Very action mesmerized me, as he then looked back at me, him stopping his drawing for the moment.

"You have had this design this whole time and did not want to bring it to me, why?" Perturabo asked. "I was afraid to ask, I did not want to bother you with it. I knew you were busy and I did not want to pile anything on you."

"Get out of that mindset. This is nothing compared to what I have done in the past. If you want my honest opinion, I would rather do any of this, than deal with what I have done and what I had to endure."

I stared at him, he was able to enjoy his time alone, designing, fixing, repairing, anything, and he himself was keeping his mind away from the very life I took him from when I read his book. His Past self never would have a woman in his lap while he was designing something as simple as a library. Instead his mind would be utilized for War, siege, destruction. He is calmer when only fixing machines, making new ones, grumbling about dumb 3d Printers. It as as if he was telling me this by designing my library.

"I do wish to say. it is more than what I envisioned, Perturabo." He stopped momentarily, and his head rested on mine, his hand now moving again.

"I know."

"You do know this is your true purpose, Bo?"

"Purpose…a purpose overlooked because as soon as someone has seen the genius, the hands that can create, created a sword, and that was the box I was thrown in." He said. I recalled reading of Dammekos mentioning his choice to make a sword. From his early life he was paraded around, his genius, strength, and his computer like mind only used for conquest, war and power. I can see the hatred. I saw the way he shunned any form of affection. So this new part of him, the one that hugged me, that allowed my touch, that let me sit on his lap as he drew my library, this was new to him.

"Calliphone saw this side of you."

He scoffed looking away. "She also could read me better than anyone else on that planet. I never admitted this to anyone, but, I think she was right. Tasks and assignments that caused multiple casualties, the hardest, most grueling route, hoping to be noticed of my efforts. Only to be overlooked."

"You took a lot of time reflecting didn't you." He shook his head.

"Perhaps the Armor of Contempt is no longer needed here." He said, looking down at the paper, staring at the half finished design of my library. We were silent, and I finally took the initiative. I took my hand and placed it on his face and he looked at me, still stoic, still grumpy, but his eyes finally softened.

"This side of you is beautiful. And if you keep showing it, maybe the others will see the Architect that always wanted that recognition."

He was Silent staring at me still, as if trying to find some form of deception, his face flushed slightly red, and he glanced back down at the Library design.

"It was the right decision to show you. Perhaps the first time I gave you something of my work, you would see."

"Is that why you gave me Tippy the pig 2.0?" He looked back at me, his face roughened at the name. I slightly smiled, he scoffed.

"You named my upgrade on your tip jar Tippy the Pig 2.0?" He grumbled and I laughed in return. Something about Perturabo saying the words Tippy the Pig 2.0 just amused me. I can tell he was not, just by pinching the bridge of his nose. "You need to work on your naming, Faline." I gasped now, my own hand on my chest, offended at that.

"Says the man who named himself Perturabo." I sassed, giving him a comeback that i knew would grind his gears. He glared at me again, despite the closeness we were sharing.

"That was my name," He said. "No one can sway me from it" I finally stopped my laugh and then nodded, sighing from the slight levity. There was silence again, and his eyes fell to me again. He was not smiling, just looking into my eyes. I touched his face again, then his arms pulled closer to me.

"Why do you want this, Faline? Why are you like this with me?" he asked, as if he was still trying to find the answer. Or maybe he just wanted to hear the answer come from my lips. I will oblige for him. He is not used to this affection, I can tell by his inexperienced way he was holding me.

"Because I want to. Because I see you." I said to him. Perturabo stilled in my arms. I smiled, and he stared at me again, his face flushing red from the embarrassment of it all. There was something human in Perturabo that made it adorable when he blushed, he was shy, and i understood. He never experienced affection like this, and I was giving it to him freely. I was more than willing to guide him if needed. He was a smart man, so he learned quickly. My hand still on his cheek, I leaned in, meeting him halfway, and he took that as a cue. He leaned in and then met his lips with mine, kissing him gently, his face still red from the affection.

"A Poor excuse, I believe." he said, resting his forehead on mine, his eyes still showing restraint.

"No it isn't. It's the truth, but if I find a better answer that you think will be better than what I gave you. I will tell you." I whispered, He sighed, then leaned me upward, my head now on his chest. I can hear both of his hearts pumping wildly. He was not used to the closeness but I can tell he was enjoying it. His face may not show it, His actions were showing his gratitude. He began to draw again, and I was content in his arms, my eyes closed, and all I can hear is the sound of the radio, playing some random song, and the scratches of his pencil sketching what I envisioned my Library to be. I did not know, I ended up falling asleep in his arms, and he did not dare disturb me, he just worked, and I was where I wanted to be at that moment. It was not until I felt him gently rouse me from my sleep and I woke up, my eyes heavy still as I felt him get up.

"Come, Let's get you home so you can sleep." I nodded, and I closed my eyes again, the cold air blocked by a blanket, as he carried me home, All I remember was the sound of the door closed and Oliver saying "aw, how cute" then Perturabo grumbling to himself. Meanwhile, I was now back to a heavy slumber.

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From Darkness back to golden elegance I returned to the Imperial Palace. At this Point, it was time for me to get the answers I need. No more going slow. No more stepping with the Custodes. As soon as I was able to move in my dream, I jumped out of the chaise and ran down the halls. Something was strange, however. The usual Custodes patrolling was not there. I did not stop to look, though. All I had to do was reach the hall and see the Emperor and Malcador.

Suddenly, like a flash of lightning and heavy weight, a felt a hand grab me, and slam me on the ground, making me scream. I was pinned with a single hand by the Custodes, his spear to my neck, I shrieked, my legs flailing until the sound of a voice made the Custodes look up. I turned my head, to see the look of the Emperor, his dark brown hair neatly pulled back, his laurel crown resting upon his head, and in his famous golden armor he stood a terrifying and impressive height. He looked to be close to 12 feet! I knew he had to scale the Primarchs in Selleton, but if the Primarchs were this size as well, things would be so different. They were giants. I dropped my jaw as I was picked up and placed on my feet, my eyes still marveling at the majesty that was The Emperor. He did not seem to mind my staring as he was looking at his Custodes.

"Unhand her. She is no threat." The Deep voice echoed across the hall. Without any objection the Custodian just removed his hand from my clothing, I was still frozen like a deer in headlights, my jaw practically on the floor, as I was still staring at the Emperor. His eyes finally fell to me, and my eyes just widened. the power of him, the strength. he was emanating it, passively. I continued to just be stunned by the sheer intensity. Finally I managed to muster words, trying to formulate them in front of the Master of Mankind, and all I could say was this.

"Blah.."

He did not react, only turned and motioned me to follow. My Legs worked, thank goodness. So I stepped with him, his strides longer than mine as I kept in pace with him. He broke the silence, as he continued to walk down the hall.

"You must have stubborn determination if you keep returning to this dimension, Faline." He spoke, his voice echoing across the halls of the Imperial Sanctum. "Your articulation however leaves much to be desired. You have a lot to say but when you are in my presence, it is similar to a blank chalkboard."

I finally managed to stop thinking of the word blah, now finally able to speak before him as something seemed to lessen around him. he seemed aware of his influence on me, and I sighed, trying to regain my composure, not look like an absolute idiot in front of the Emperor.

"You are elusive as a Unicorn!" I said and I heard the small chuckle escape from his lips. He was amused by the first words I said to him in his glorious form. This made no sense. He was in a Surgeon form and I did not fumble myself like this to him. "Sorry. Anyway. I have so many questions that I want, no need to be answered. You know this was inevitable when we met in the Hospital, that is another question." He stopped, keeping his gaze away from me.

"You are able to lay out every question, every grievance, and statement with limits." He ordered and I opened my mouth, then shut it. He was able to let me lay out Everything bothering me? I knew he heard my thoughts, as my face showed acceptance to this challenge.

Bet, is what I thought before the words fell through like a waterfall.

"Why did you donate the books to me? What is the true reasoning with this project? Why did you make the Books able to be read by anyone if the Primarchs came out? How did you get the world to normalize Wings on Sanguinius? Why am I unable to have abilities? Did you save me from Konrad Curze? Why did you remove Angron's Nails so easily when you could have done it the first time? And most Importantly, Why am I the one to deal with the Traumas and insecurities of YOUR sons when they are YOUR sons to begin with?"

The last one caused him to turn his head. He can sense my anger in that one. I faltered slightly, then he spoke. "Alright, that is enough, Little Faline. I will—"

"No no no, I am not done." He looked back at me, getting more haughty now. "You claim you wanted Warlords and Men to lead your legions, only for you to cause such little interaction, and cause the greatest damage to all of them, causing half of them to go traitor. And so what, you wanna dump them on me, as if I have all the answers to their complex questions?"

"Are you saying I was wrong to choose you in their new journey?" He spoke now directly and I glared.

"I am Saying, this is typical Deadbeat Dad Behavior! You were part of the cause of the Horus Heresy and you just decided to dump them on me?! I have had my own deadbeat dad, but at least he didn't fuck me and my brother up more than you did your sons! I am saying, I have dealt with Assholes like you and You are all the same!"

In an instant, I felt my body gain pressure my legs buckling then falling to my knees, my eyes closed and i can only feel the floor beneath me, cold and solid. I gasped out, trying to get back up, but it felt like I was in a Hydraulic press, feeling like I could be squeezed any time soon. The Emperor turned calmly, but his eyes were a cloudy red, looking down at me, silently fuming.

"I gave you a chance to speak your peace, but instead you chose war. You do not want to declare war upon me, girl." He spoke, the pressure immense, as I cried out, still on the ground, unable to move. "I have been generous to help Angron's nail removal, I have saved you from the Eighth's attack, kept you shielded from the Aura of my sons, made sure the world does not fall into terror at the Presence of my Primarchs, and this is how you act, biting the very hand that gives you mercy."

"I am sorry.. I am sorry.. please.." I cried now, gasping for air, trying to look up, but the pressure was too much. I can feel my nose bleeding from such power. "I am sorry!" I shouted, and he squinted his eyes, as he kept his pressure on me.

"I will admit your rage is well intended. You have forged bonds with the Primarchs, and you are angry for them, but it was needlessly thrown back at someone who can erase you with the snap of fingers. Impulsive. Direct. I am usually not a Man who gives second chances, but Remember this lesson. Do not repeat your recklessness." The pressure was lessened.I breathed out, and coughed, my hand planted firmly upon the floor as I struggled to get up, and finally I was only able to get on my knees, still exhausted from the demonstration of his power. Tears streaked my eyes, as I just finally realized the entire situation. I was an Ant compared to him, I was nothing compared to him. It was an experience I never wished to go through again.

"The Deer is a symbol of renewal and a new life." He began as if beginning a lecture and none of what transpired happened. He turned away, and I looked up, still on my knees as he continued. "A guidance of tranquility and opportunities never given. If their symbol of renewal is tarnished by raw human rage, then what will this send. I gave you those books to give my sons a new perspective on their selves. I chose you for this. Yet your horns dare attempt to Gore blindly due to events you can not change, and actions already done that you can not control."

"If they are with me in Selleton, technically the events have not happened. You transported them to a distant past After all of the major events of the Horus Heresy, and are having them live a life without any form of guidance or any form of resolution to their trauma.

"There IS guidance. You. You are the common factor in this entire Project, yet I have only seen your fear, your hesitation, your fury."

"I am trying, I am still one woman, Emperor. I am still just one powerless useless human that is amongst leviathans of power, rage, grief." I lowered my head. "Not to Mention, none of them wish to talk to each other, hardly any of them want to unite again and finally settle their grievances. You have seen it."

"They need you. And you need them." The Emperor finally stopped his cryptic answers as I sat there more Confused.

"I feel so alone in this." I said.

"You have 4 of my sons left to come to this world."

"5 if you want me to include Horus." I asked him. His stoic face soured at that.

"Do not mention Horus, he will not be a part of this." Despite his authoritative and booming voice I can hear the hurt. Hear the lingering pain. I frowned seeing that pain, but he masked it quickly seeing how I was close to empathizing with him. He seemed to be silently calculating and he turned to see out in the halls, Malcador the Sigillite. I turned to see him as well. they had a nonverbal conversation and I was sitting there in the silence and it was not until I went to get up, and The Emperor looked back at me, ready to make a decree to me. everything was brightening. This was a sign I was now awakening soon.

"I will freely bring down a Primarch to aid you in your trepidation. This Primarch will be one who will move things forward and help you find your true abilities when it comes to my Sons. Be on the Lookout. And be Ready."

"Wait, which one. You have to tell me, please." He did not, the brightness was now blinding me, and I turned to see Malcador moving closer and the Emperor watched as the white light replaced everything.

"Wait!" I called out, and all I heard was the emperor's voice in my head. His Telepathy was smoother, less forceful, as if his hands were gently caressing my brain and knowing the right spots. It was a stark difference to Magnus telepathically speaking to me. calmer, softer, like something wrapping my brain in velvet, how are Telepathic bonds so different from each other?

"Return to Selleton. Forge your bond with my sons, continue your influence on them. Your brother is worthy enough to assist. When you dream of this palace again, I will Speak to you. Hopefully without the horns again"

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"Faline… Faline!" I heard Oliver's voice echo as I opened my eyes, and Oliver had a look of relief, as he put down gauze upon my table. I looked to see my waste basket filled with blood and I panicked. looking at him.

"What happened?" I said, only to move my hand to my face, to find dried blood upon my face. I went to speak only to see Oliver look at me with concern.

"I heard you tossing and turning, and then I turned on the light only to find your nose bleeding immensely and seizing upon the bed. You are So lucky I was here, and had to keep you from choking in your sleep." He said, handing me a large cup of cold water and I took it drinking from it. I felt so weak. I went to get up, not realizing my broken wrist did not ring out in pain. I sat back down, only to look at my wrist cast and I held it out.

"Can you cut it? I don't feel any pain from it." Oliver nodded and quickly unraveled it, when it was finally free. I moved my wrist freely. The Emperor fixed it. He healed me, I looked down. I remembered the hurt Magnus had on his face to show he wanted to help me, to aid me with his magic. The Emperor was the one to heal my wrist.

"I did not want him to heal my wrist." I said to myself, only for Oliver to take it, and squeeze gently checking if there was any bruising and lasting pain. I shook my head telling him there was none, and I sighed.

"I finally talked to the Emperor. It did not go so well." I said with a weak voice, as Oliver walked to the bathroom holding a bottle of Hydrogen Peroxide and then some clean gauze.

"What did you say." he said, wiping the blood from my face, and i stopped him and then did it on my own. He shrugged as he prepared the gauze.

"I called him a Deadbeat and an asshole." He froze, most of it with shock and he dropped his jaw.

"Faline Tanya Cross!" He yelled indignantly. I dropped my jaw at him calling me by my full name and I hit him

"Oliver Cornelius Cross!" and He gasped, offended as he hit me back. "OW! I am sensitive!"

"You Are lucky you are just sensitive after pulling that. Do you KNOW how powerful the Emperor is? Do you know his list of powers?" I rolled my eyes as I got up.

"The Answer is yes.. His list of powers is yes." I said, opening my drawers for some clean clothes. Oliver turned around looking at me through the mirror.

"EXACTLY! That bitch is Powerful beyond reason, and you called him an Asshole?! He could have snapped your dumb ass out of existence, then what." I groaned, looking up as I grabbed a new shirt and then slammed the drawer shut.

"I know! I know! I just was so angry. you know how much I hate people not getting to the point. It is annoying!" I said, as Oliver groaned. I looked in the mirror, seeing the dried and caked blood on my face and shirt, and I just frowned. Another Psyker causing me seizures and suffering. I sighed. It was then I heard the sound of loud banging on my door and I jumped at the forcefulness, practically almost knocked it down.

"Damn, who is that?" Oliver said as he got up, and Angron's voice was heard outside the door.

"Oliver? Let me in. The nails, they are annoying me!" He growled out, and Oliver sighed,

"Duty calls, come in, bestie, sit down on the couch and I'll get you." He walked out of the room, and I followed, watching as Oliver regarded Angron to my couch and he went to the other side of the living room to grab his medical Supplies. Angron was breathing heavily, his teeth gritted as he was squeezing his palms, his leg tapping the ground.

"Hello, Angron." He grunted and he looked at me, noticing the blood on my face and lips, and he sniffed the air.

"You look like you were punched in the face. Who did this to you?" He said and I sighed.

"I didn't get into a fight. I dreamt of the Emperor and it resulted in a nosebleed and a seizure." Angron's eye twitched as he snarled again, the leftover nails now getting slightly unbearable.

"I'm coming, Angron, I'm coming, here you go." Oliver said, moving on the couch and then swiftly removed the bandages, the nails buried in a nest of red hair. I frowned as Oliver was quickly tending to Angron's lasting pain.

"I am sorry that you still aren't fully freed from the nails, Angron. I tried the best I could." I said, somehow feeling guilty to see him like this. He opened his eyes, as Oliver continued to work on him.

"Faline, Think of it this way." He gritted his teeth in between words. "The flare ups are rare now, and the nails only get unbearable when I do not take care of them. I would rather take occasional flare ups, than constant agony." One sharp pain and he gripped Oliver's hip making him jump, squeezing gently for comfort. I handed Angron my deer plushie, and he squeezed, biting the head.

"Bestie, take me to dinner first before you grab me like that," Oliver joked, and Angron just huffed as Oliver gently placed an ice pack on his head. Angron just grumbled, leaning forward, and squeezing the plush as Oliver redressed his bandages. I grimaced at the poor thing being mauled by a Nail ridden Primarch.

"If you continue talking, Angron, it might distract you from the pain." Oliver said, still working as Angron looked over at me.

"What did you do to warrant seizures and nosebleeds?" He asked me continuing the conversation about the Dream of the Emperor. I sighed in defeat, knowing there is no getting out of this one.

"I called the Emperor an Asshole and a Deadbeat." I admitted, bowing my head slightly. Angron actually let out a laugh, one that actually got him distracted from the nails bite.

"I would pay to see that. Could not have said it better myself. After the so called choices that tyrant made for me, Those are tame compared to what I wished to call him." He jumped and growled out as Oliver accidentally touched a nail and Angron gave him a warning glare.

"DON'T" he snarled and Oliver rose his hands in surrender.

"Sorry, Angron." He said, but when he wrapped the last of the bandage on his head he got off the couch. "But No. Faline should not have called The Emperor asshole or a deadbeat. She is not a primarch." Oliver said and I scoffed now, hearing Oliver not taking my side in this.

"And why the hell not, You let Angron but not me?!" I said, and Oliver shrugged. "Angron has a legitimate reason to call the Emperor names. Not to mention he has the constitution to handle what the Emperor gives him. You just got big mad and frustrated like you always do, and called him an asshole." Angron nodded smugly, like a brother who got away with being scolded and I slumped my shoulders.

"There is such thing as picking your battles, Faline." Angron said, leaning back now and holding his head. "I will go and do something to distract me from the nails, Thank you, Oliver." He said, now calmer, but I can still see the Nails irritating him.

"Take care of yourself, Angron. I do not want my Bestie going on another needless rampage. okay?" Angron nodded, raising his fist and Oliver raised his, bumping the Primarch's fist with his own, before leaving the Apartment. Oliver smiled, and then looked over at me. I remembered that the Emperor told me that Oliver was worthy of assisting, and I decided to let him know.

"The Emperor told me that he was aware of you helping, and he wants you to continue helping." Oliver gasped a little too excitedly and he beamed slightly.

"Oh my goodness, What else did he say about me? Is he watching me now?" He said, now posing dramatically, and making me laugh.

"No, He found out your middle name is Cornelius so, He is no longer interested." I teased and Oliver hit my shoulder making me laugh more.

"You suck" he scoffed as I walked back to my room to get ready for the day and to wash the blood off me.

"No you! Now leave me alone to get ready. I got a Nook to run."

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Magnus took the day off, much to my expectancy, and honestly, I needed to work the Nook alone. It gave me and Magnus some needed space after our fight last night, and I needed to keep myself calm despite all of the stress that has come in waves. I watched the only customer who was reading a book casually while drinking a black coffee. We exchanged glances and he nodded as I gave him a hospitable smile, before Lion walked in. A Dark green compression shirt on him,fitted black jeans and some heavy boots thudded in the cafe as he walked to the counter.

"My usual, two Spiced chai, Dark roast coffee with milk, please." He stated to the point.

"Coming up, So, who are the other three drinks for?" I asked, placing down a drink carrying case and he just leaned on the counter.

"Sanguinius, Corvus and Leman. Frankly I am glad Leman is straying from alcohol this time, so I will give him the commendation for that." He stated bluntly, looking at the man reading across the room. I looked back at the man with Lion. The man was not anyone I knew, but he was a new customer. His beanie and glasses fit his head nicely, and his plaid outfit gave him warmth in this now cooling weather. Winter was coming soon and I usually loved to take out my scarves and my jackets.

"Okay, Echinacea for you, Chai for Sanguinius and Corvus, and Dark Roast coffee with milk for Leman. Oh, When you see Corvus can you tell him this is 'nummies for the Primarch tummies?' He will know what I mean okay?" I joked but Lion gave me his signature stoic look, raising an eyebrow, and I slumped my shoulders.

"I would rather dive my head in the Eye of terror before I say those words, Faline." I gasped, slightly hurt he wont do my favor.

"Oh come on, Please" He continued to stare at me. "It is a funny joke between us!" Lion turned to his carrying case, picking it up effortlessly.

"I have known you for how long, and you still have not acknowledged any of my jokes?" I said to him and he sighed outwardly.

"I have known you long enough to know you make jokes. just none of them are humorous." I gripped the top of my chest offended at his statement.

"Lion el'Jonson, you wound me so. My heart is broken. How will I cope, knowing you sting me with your stoic callousness." I said teasingly. I then noticed a small smirk poke from his lips as he gave me his payment then picked up the carrying case, the four cups in hand.

"I am sure you can manage just fine, little one." he said, then looked down at the four cups, before turning to the door.

"Fine, Leave me in my sorrows and Pity." I said teasingly and he nodded, silently walking out.

For some reason, I did not really acknowledge his smirk but that made me pause. Lion is a stoic man, a man that is direct, secretive, and given the time needed, he would drop what he was doing to help me. the incident with Angron was evidence in and of itself. while what I have with Perturabo was him indeed yearning for the affection he so needed and hoped for in his childhood, Lion's was easy and natural. I frowned, walking to the coffee pots to check on them, and deep in my thought I did not hear the bell ringing for another customer. I turned and I relaxed seeing it was Oliver. He sauntered in, obvious in a good mood, and it made me smile slight.

"hey, sis.." he said with his usually effeminate voice. I went to grab a cup, I already knew what he was going to ask. A Hazelnut roast latte, with four sugars, his favorite hot drink.

"You look a lot better than this morning." He said, pulling his wallet out of his bag and I just sighed.

"I'll Say. That nosebleed was work, along with the Emperor deciding to plant a random Primarch here without my knowledge or preparation, I can't even begin to read Roboute's book. Because what if that book is useless?" Oliver grinned at me, pursing his lips leaning on the counter. "Well Whichever Primarch, I'll be fine either way. The emperor knew what he was doing in making handsome sons." he said waving girlishly. I shook my head.

"Of course you would. You have been eyeing every single one of them." I teased. "What will it be Oliver? Actually, I dont have to be told, I know what you like." I said as I went to get the Ingredients for his upcoming order.

"You know I am thinking of taking the last four books out my closet and then just put them upright on my bedside table. A sort of celebration for making it to the home stretch." I said. Oliver nodded his head, and the only customer adjusted his glasses and put his book away, and then he walked over placing some coins in Tippy the Pig 2.0 and thanked me for the service. I waved.

"Have a good day!" I said, then looked back at Oliver.

"Hot Chocolate with Whipped Cream and Sprinkles for Angron and a Black coffee for me." Oliver said with a bounce to his step.

"Alright, one hot cocoa for Angron and one—" I stopped. The Black coffee really threw me off. Oliver hated black coffee. I turned around to my brother, or maybe that is not my brother, my face wiped from its smile to a full on cautious frown, as this maybe impostor was looking at me with Oliver's face, smiling and pursing his lips.

"Why are you staring at me?" Oliver asked and I frowned. He did the mannerisms of Oliver his face looked like my brother, but there was something in my heart, in my head that told me; this was not my brother.

"Where is my brother?" I then finally said it. Oliver frowned, his face went from girlish to stoic and serious. It was uncanny valley and it made my skin crawl.

"He is fine." The deep voice was something that made me shake. Hearing that voice coming from my brother, a man I have known for my whole life it felt so surreal. "No Hard Feelings, Faline Cross, just something we were told to do." I sat there stunned, and what broke me out of my frozen state was that customer that came out not too long ago, running down the street. I went to go after, but the Oliver impostor bolted next, bursting through the door and joining the customer with him. I went after them, in a full on chase, until their disguise wore off, and i was looking at twin men, completely identical to each other, down to the teal shirts they wore. I knew exactly which Primarch or Primarchs The Emperor placed in Selleton, these two are the last on my mind and I did not expect them to be chosen by him.

"ALPHARIUS WAIT!!" I yelled, but they did not let up. I noticed, they winded down the Street, away from the other Primarchs. They were Leaving the town.

"Wait!" I yelled desperately, only for them to turn a corner, and into a dead end. They both ran, and when they turned the corner, I noticed in Omegon's arms, my box. The box filled with the last of the Primarch books. My heart Sank as I tried to catch up. When I turned in the alley, they were already gone and I stopped, my breathing labored, as my tears stung my cheeks. looking up at the roof, Alpharius' disguise now hanging on the ladder. I gave the roof a defeated look, as Sanguinius peeked in the alley and then moved to me urgently, his wings covering me.

"Faline, what happened." He said looking at me making sure I wasn't injured. I looked up at him, tears streaking my eyes as I pointed to the roof.

"Alpharius!" I called out, and he looked up, staring at where he was pointing.

"He stole my books!!"

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I proceeded to throw this Chapter out because GAH! I am sorry! Things have been so beyond hectic. I am a Permanent WFH employee now, so I should be fine now, but GAH, plus my anxiety got to me,