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Your bad endings with the Primarchs

Fate is a treacherous thing. Sometimes it looks upon you in favor, sometimes it doesn’t give you what you wanted and sometimes things get a turn for the worst and you ask yourself what you did to deserve that end.

Happy Endings: Part 1, Part 2

Neutral Endings: Part 1, Part 2

Ferrus Manus

“Let me die…” your mechanical voice cut through the silence of the chamber but you were ignored by the Iron Hands around you as they went through the rites.

Your love was dead. His body or rather the remains of it that were lying on the table were proof enough for that. Ferrus was betrayed and killed by his own brother. By his own friend. The news had plunged you into terror and despair. How could this had happened? But you were not given enough time to contemplate it when you felt a metal hand on your shoulder and the simple words: “You need to endure.”

The leftovers of his body were lowered down into the grave slowly sealed shut. It would’ve been beautiful in it’s efficiency. Compared to you though his death was almost merciful. Your own sarcophagus was suspended above it, hiding the cables that were keeping you alive and the modification your body went through. When one of his captains had told you that you would endure, you didn’t think they meant it literally.

They have torn you apart, rearranged your organs and limbs and you didn’t doubt you would be mistaken for a servitor. The only thing that made you still distinguishable was your remaining awareness. Your consciousness was spared. The lid was closed and you were plunged into darkness. Painkillers would soon flood your body through the tubes and you would be put into oblivion till they needed you again.

Death would not tear you apart. His sons had made sure of it.

Magnus

It took him weeks to track your ship down. The small craft floating aimlessly in space, a half destroyed thing without any lights.

Magnus should’ve expected that he would not find you alive at this point. The ship looked lifeless and you were not answering his attempts of communication. The psychic link you both shared had been torn when his brother broke his spine. Still up until now he had clung to the small sliver of hope that you had survived and some external factor had prevented him from reaching your mind. If you had been taken as a hostage or trophy he still would have a chance to take you back but that small mercy had been shattered when he entered the storage room.

He got down onto his knees, pulling the combat knife out with a sickening sound and cradled your broken body tightly. You were so cold and your head was nearly falling off from the gash in your neck but Magnus held you all the same, wishing that he would feel your fingers running through his hair again. His pride has not only damned Propsero but his loved one as well. You had been branded as a conspirator and held in the same contempt by the wolves like his sons, like his people.

Your soul was gone, lost somewhere in the vast sea of the warp. He lifted your body into a bag, making sure to preserve it for later. It would take time to restore your body, regrow the flesh and mend the bones and cost even more to get your soul back but he had time on his hands now and if Horus wins he still could bargain with him to grant him this one wish.

Lorgar Aurelian

Not running sooner had been your mistake.

“Do not worry my love. Tonight you will be reborn and we will purge the blinded from our ranks.”

Lorgar didn’t understand your tears but perhaps you were just confused and still clinging to the false light of the Emperor. His trusted son held your hands above your head on the altar while his legion stood around the platform. Observing, waiting as their Primarch approached you. You had been hardly passive through the whole ordeal. After realizing the danger you were in and the rumors his plans you tried to run but a mortal could never hope to outrun an Astartes, much less a Primarch. They had caught you, dragging you back kicking and screaming, tying you up in a cage and forcing you to drink that tainted wine. Preparing you to be slaughter like a lamb in the name of chaos.

“I told you it would happen.” you heard Erebus whisper to you while Lorgar took the sacred dagger from the stand. He stood above you like a god in his own right and brought the dagger down without regret. With his strength he broke through your ribcage, piercing your heart and signing your death. You felt a presence beside you or rather several of them, pulling at your soul as it was leaving your body. Fear gripped you and the entities fed upon your distress in delight. You were a worthy sacrifice.

The last thing you saw was the ecstatic tears of your once lover and the gleeful smile of Erebus.

Horus Lupercal

You heard his loud footsteps in the hallway, coming closer to your hiding spot. Horus was not himself and when you saw the black armor, the mace and the tainted look on his face, you ran and yet no one chased after you. Only his slow footsteps echoed in the hallway and you hoped that he would walk past the entrance to the maintenance room. It was too small for him anayways, the loud pipes were hiding your heartbeat and the footsteps have stopped. Surely he took another way…

His lightening claw grabbed the doorway of your hiding spot and it took all of your self control not to scream as you shuffled back from it while the metal groaned under his talons.

“I know that you are in there. Come out.” he stated and usually it would’ve comforted you if not the barely concealed disappointment and underlying anger in his voice. You remained silent, making yourself as small and pressing yourself against the wall as far away from him as possible. “Don’t you see all the lies that you have been fed? When I chose you as my consort I have hoped that you would stand you by my side no matter what l you have seen through the lies and honors that were put upon me by Him..but now you have lost your perceptive nature.”

You tried not to listen to him. Maybe you could make it to a nearby planet or a legion. Warn them about what your lover is doing consequences be damned or at least survive before one of these creatures that inhabited his ship got you.

“Either way you won’t leave this ship. I won’t allow it even if I will have to kill you myself.” he said interrupting your thoughts as he started to tear open his way to you.

Perturabo

It was the fifth time he had killed you and yet no matter how often he rebuild you he was met with the same outcome every time.

At this point Perturabo didn’t know if he felt more angry about you or more disappointed about himself. Your mechanical corpse was sprawled on the floor, artificial blood spilling from your mouth and your soul floated back into its makeshift cage, allowing him to keep you indefinitely. Magnus said your memory would be wiped and he would be able to mold you to his whims without the risk of your soul slipping into the warp and away from his grasp.

Why then was he met with the same results? He build your body from his memory, shaping every mold with his hands and when your soul was inserted you retained only the memories of your joyful months together. For a while at least. No matter what he did sooner or later your relationship deteriorated with him and when he told you about the heresy you never side with him.

Again he had been met with the same cursed words when he grabbed you by your neck as a threat during your argument and lifted you up.

“Did you not have had enough of killing your sister? Do it then if you can’t have enough blood on your hands.”

His design was flawed. But he never gave up on a project no matter how stubborn it was. Perturabo picked up what remained of you. It was time to get back to work.

Mortarion

Mortarion always admired plants. No matter how dire the conditions were, life always found a way to preserve itself and to flourish. If he could he would’ve given you a whole planet just filled with them. Until the end he had shared this passion with you and wished to someday retire far far away from the Emperor with you, build a small sanctum where you would always be content.

In a way he had gotten his wish granted. He was far away from the Imperium, surrounded by his own passion.

In his garden now stood a massive weeping willow. It bled blood when it’s bark was cut, it’s branches swayed gently when he flew closer, the face it’s core wept tears when he touched it. Even in this form you looked beautiful. Grandfather had kept his promise of giving you a new life and a new body when yours rotted away on his ship. He buried another fresh body under your roots, this time a young man that was still alive from an unfortunate ship, allowing you to draw out the sustenance that you needed to stay alive.

He flew over to touch your face. It wept again at his touch. Mortarion felt your soul in that tree but you never spoke to him. It was not the time yet then for you to awaken andyet even after centuries it was still beautiful. His weeping willow, swaying in his little garden for all eternity. Tomorrow he would make sure to bring you something more nourishing so you would grow strong and open your eyes in this new world.

Leman Russ

“Le…man..” you said as you struggled for control of your own voice and he recognized you instantly by the fang that was dangling like a trinket from your neck.

For a moment the executioner hesitated, looking at your deformed body advancing with a blade, muscles constricting as you were lead by a force much stronger than you. Your fingers were fused with the blade, your skin tainted by the warp as feathers appeared on half of your face in a cancerous growth while bones protruded from your limbs marking a transformation not yet complete.

You had disappeared after he destroyed Prospero. Your ship disappeared like a simple blip on the map, all connections cut off and for a while he believed you had deserted, he believed you had left him and became a traitor but now he had the truth in front of him. Those cursed wytches had stolen you away and made you a puppet of their arts as an answer to a planet he had rightfully burned.

Your eyes were pleading as for a split moment you managed to break free from their control and looked at him with such sadness and pain of seeing him one last time in such a circumstance before you were taken away from him again. The look in your eyes disappeared as the entity took control again and when you charged he didn’t hesitate to swing his axe with a scream, beheading you and ending your suffering for good. He had freed you from the prison of your body as one last present.

Leman would make sure to exterminate all the sons of Magnus for their sins. This was not about justice anymore, this was about revenge for his now dead lover.

Jaghatai Khan

Months had passed without an answer where he went while you were safely tucked away on Chogoris. He had told you that there was a rebellion but ever since he left to fight in a war he did not start it he went radio silent and it did not ease his worries. What if he didn’t make it on time? What if he got in troubles? What if he was dead? Would you even have a body to bury when the war was over? If it was over that is. The war seemed endless, spanning across the universe and even if his brother fell, it would not end there.

There were only so many times you could walk around the plains and feel the wind upon your skin before your soul was consumed by longing. You could’ve went out into the wilds for a few days, race through the grass and be in love. But all you got was silence and pure uncertainty of the future and you tried not to think what would happen if he never returned and Horus won.

Suddenly you heard the faint hum in the distance slowly coming closer. Looking up into the sun you did not see a thing but you were certain it was a ship! Maybe it was even his thunderhawk! You started to run towards the noise, getting more and more excited with every step. He was back and you were so certain of it that you did not think what else might’ve looked upon the planet.

“Jaghatai…” you called out but stopped in your tracks almost instantly as a shadow fell upon you. The sun was obscured by a dark craft with spikes and manic laughter that you would never hear from an Astartes.

Corvus Corax

A creature of dark feathers hid under the table, growling and hissing at him every time he came close. He had chased you through the lab, trying to catch and contain you with minimal damage. Still you bled all over the floor after you cut yourself on a piece of glass and like a wounded animal you stopped running and started to bare your teeth, defending yourself and trying to fend him off.

Corvus slowly came closer to you, grabbing you with a towel and pulling you out from under the table, wrapping you in it and holding you in his arms. He felt your claws dig into his chest and barely flinched when you bit him again. Those damned Alpha Legionaries had not only affected his sons through sheer sabotage but also the only person he had loved. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to raise his hand to kill you. With you there was still a possibility to find a cure. He just needed more time to find it.

He had been foolish enough to keep you in his lab, hoping that you would be safe and untouched by the heresy. But now he regretted not leaving you with his remaining sons. You would be much more safer away from him. Corvus dimmed the glaring lights that were causing him a headache and even you slowly stopped growling. How much of your consciousness remained was unknown to him but seeing you behave like an animal didn’t give him much hope. He scratched the black feathers around your neck, making you slowly calm down.

You did not share his enthusiasm and his efforts to bring you back. All you cared about was when you would get your piece of meat and him entering your sanctuary on a daily basis. Waiting for the moment when he would turn his back to you.

Lion El‘Jonson

“Luther..don’t do this. It’s not worth it.” you pleaded again when Luther came around and you sat up even when it was difficult with tied hands. “Let me talk to him..I will change his mind and you will make up again.”

In truth you had no interest of mediating between them anymore. Over the years you had tried to bridge the gap that grew between him and Lion and in your own opinion the treatment Lion gave out was not fair but since when was betrayal a better option? Keeping you in a tower was not sustainable either. Lion would notice your disappearance and the lack of an answer from your ship. He would come for you and kill Luther no matter what had tied them together in the past.

“You don’t need to do it anymore. I don’t need his false companionship.” Luther said coldly as he entered the room fully. “I’ve had enough of him and his leadership. Of being left behind on this planet while he crusades across the universe.” his gaze made a shiver run down your spine. “Save yourself your words. If he cannot listen, then he will feel.”

“Luther…?” you said as he locked the door behind him and took out a dagger from his belt, his intention oh so clear to you now.

“He’s on his way and will arrive very soon in orbit.” he said looking down at you and gripping the blade a bit harder. “Don’t worry. In comparison to him I still like you but you are still his consort. I will make it quick for you.”

Roboute Guilliman

Calth was suffering under the casualties and still Guilliman charged forward to his residence on that planet. Trying to get to you before it was too late. It had been a prosperous and relatively safe world under his rule and would’ve had a great future if not for the civil war across the universe. Naturally you wanted to visit it and while he had no time to accompany you, he had allowed you to go anyways, sending only a few Astartes with you. By all means it should’ve been enough to keep you safe.

His biggest strength became your demise. But how could he have know that his brother became a treacherous snake? Guilliman didn’t even need to get into the country yard when the burning smell had met him. The residence was on fire, the remains of the servants impaled on spikes and in the middle of it a pyre with a charred corpse. Runes were carved into the naked body that still pulsed with power, ensuring a prolonged suffering. The few men he had send with you hadn’t been nearly enough to fight the hordes of heretics that assaulted the residence relentlessly.

Guilliman didn’t doubt that every Ultramarine had laid down their life honorably in order to protect you but it simply was not enough. He reached out a hand to touch your burned body and it crumbled under his fingers as soon as the runes served its purpose.

Theoretical: He had no way to know that his brothers would betray them and your fate was unavoidable. Practical: Theoretical is irrelevant. He is responsible of your death through his lacking planning of your defence.

Angron

You knew that Angron had been close to death. The nails were digging into his brain, causing him agony in every waking moment and despite everything the Emperor had let him suffer, had allowed the high riders to kill the rebellion and denied him a dignified end along with his gladiators and slaves. You hated his father with all your souls and more often than not wished for someone to put the Emperor in his place. What right did he have to treat his sons like disposable tools?

How long your lover had was unknown and a part of you had already buried him as the moments of sanity were getting rare. The relationship was coming to a tragic end and it would not be long till either you or him would die. Still the hope never left you that you would find a way to be with him. How fortunate it was that his brother Lorgar came along at the right time and gave you both your salvation!

Angron came back changed. The whole legion was starting to change and yet you hardly minded it. You didn’t fear the change. In fact you looked at your love with reverence. And when he ordered his legion to bring him three hundred skulls to build him a throne, you went along with pride to the thrall decks.

“Blood for the blood god! Skulls for the skull throne!” you yelled alongside the others while a righteous fury filled your heart. Horus was right to betray his father who was just a tyrant in disguise and you would follow your lover and get the revenge that he was due. Finally you could be by his side forever.

Konrad Curze

“I won’t serve you, Talos.” you said as you glared at him while your hands felt numb.

Weeks ago you would’ve cried in such a situation, sitting on the floor on the deck of their ship, hands chained to a pipe above your head and. But now you did not have any tears left. All had dried out when you first saw the severed head of Konrad, when he had slowly lost his mind in his dark chambers, when Sevatar had disappeared. Your life was in shambles and the Night Lord in front of you clearly wanted to see you suffer more. Still years spend on the Nightfall made you almost desensitized to the whims of his sadistic sons a dm you felt no fear when you looked at the dark eyes and pale skin.

“I don’t need your service.” he said after a moment of silence “but neither can we let you go.”

“The what do you want from me apothecary?”

“You were the consort of a traitor Primarch and now he’s dead. You know in which position that puts you.” and oh did you know that. In the eyes of the Imperium you were just as much of a traitor as your husband. To the traitors you were nothing more than a thrall or decoration. For their own legion you were a trophy, a symbol of status, the last thing that remained from Konrad. If they knew you’re alive everyone would want to have a piece of you. Quite literally.

“We have decided to keep you alive.” Talos continued, approaching you and slicing through the chains “As a way to honor our dead father. The odds are not in your favor consort and you’ve lost your influence. Take my coin and get used to your new life.” and something more humiliating couldn’t have happened. From a consort, you were reduced to a thrall.

Sanguinius

He knew that he would die. Sanguinius had seen it in his visions and made his peace with it a long time ago that this future was a possibility. At the same time it made him all the more vigilant about your own well being. He loved you and you should’ve had a long and fulfilling life under his wings.

That fateful day he had felt restless, barely able to sit through the briefing. His body screamed to go and find you but the lack of a vision kept him in place and he brushed it off on missing you. Till now his visions were reliable and he trusted that he would see if something would happen to you. Only when the feeling of wrongness became too much did he finally relent. His essence screamed that something was wrong, a sacred bond was severed and the coppery scent of your blood led him to the gardens you so favored.

Eyes so akin to his met his gaze, pupils constricted and yet not seeing him or his honor guard. Blood dripped down from the mouth of one of his sons who was kneeling on the grass over a body. Your body, still warm while your head nearly fell off your shoulder from having your throat torn out by an Astartes. The whole day your guard behaved strange and a cut on your hand by a mere branch was enough to set him off like a viscous animal, tackling you to the floor and biting into your flesh.

Sanguinius only woke up when he was covered in blood standing over your body in the same spot where his son had stood. Feathers and limbs were littering the floor around your corpse while his honor guard didn’t dare to approach him. How could they when one of their own killed the consort.

It couldn’t be. He couldn’t prevent his own death but he could’ve prevented yours. If just a vision had come to him, if he’d just listened to his gut feeling, if he just came to you a few minutes sooner you would be alive. Why could he see his own death but not yours?

Vulkan

‘By the Emperor…what had been done to him..’ you thought horrified as you looked at your lover from a safe distance.

Perhaps it had been a gut feeling that Vulkan had to send you away despite your protests before he set out to meet with his brothers. In hindsight it had been the right call. You should not have to endure the horror of witnessing his capture or being targeted yourself.

Vulkan trashed in agony, his red eyes wide and manic while the phantoms of the past still tormented him. A supporting hand came down on your shoulder. One of his sons had sworn to protect you while his Primarch couldn’t and would guard you till the end. Tears streamed down your face and you couldn’t watch his pain anymore, couldn’t hear his screams and turned away allowing his son to embrace you and lead you away.

Now half mad he didn’t even recognize you anymore. You were just another stranger, another enemy that tortured him. Comforting him was out of the question unless you wanted to be counted as a casualty and even if he regained his sanity, your relationship was in shambles. All of your instincts screamed against leaving him alone but what could a baseline do to help a Primarch? Not all things that are broken can be restored and all you can do is pick up the pieces and carry on.

Rogal Dorn

While the understanding of the universe unfolded for him like a flower, Perturabo never understood what his brother had seen in you.

By all means you were just a baseline. Weak, easily assailable and killed. No match for a Primarch. Even now you looked pathetic, dangling in an iron cage that hung from his ceiling on the commander deck while he tilted it just enough to get a better look. It had no tactical benefits and he had more secure and crueler places on his ship where he could keep you hidden and yet it had been a fancy of him to keep you around so you could witness the destruction.

The Imperial Fists really didn’t know how to protect what was dear to their Primarch and it had been almost insulting how easy he had gotten you. He let the cage go, making it swing and you fall back to the bottom of it with a small thud. The broadcast would start soon and he wanted to be on time to see the Primarch of the seventh legion.

“For someone who is titled ‘the Vigilant’ you let your beloved slip away unnoticed.” he muttered to himself.

Would he try to get you back? Would Dorn sacrifice his men for one mortal human? Or would the pragmatist in him win, leaving you for dead in his hands? Perturabo wanted to see everything and most of all the face of his brother when he sees you in your little cage, dangling from his sanctum. It held no tactile benefits but it brought him satisfaction knowing that he had taken what had belonged to Dorn.

Fulgrim

“You know I did not mean it my love but you simply forced my hand.” you heard his annoyed voice in the background while he poured himself more wine “Is it so hard to listen to me? All you need to do is to submit to me. Perhaps I should send you to Fabius for a few weeks. That would teach you how to keep your mouth shut!”

In a normal world the strength of his hand would’ve killed you, crushed your skull with ease. But this was his realm and all it did was leave some bruising on your face from the slap you received. You did not know the reason what had set him off. Maybe it was you talking back to him one too many times, maybe it was your refusal to accept the corruption that seeped from him or it was the way you had tried to run away. Whatever it was it was the final testament that the man you loved was gone forever. The Fulgrim you knew and loved would never have raised his hand against you or forced himself upon you. In front of you was a monster in the body of your lover.

“Now now..” Fulgrim drew out as he picked you up with one set of hand, slowly tightening his coils around you again, leaving you gasping for air. “Don’t cry. I’m sorry my love. All I want for us is to be happy.” he said sweetly in his old voice and caressed your check. For a moment you were transported back to your first years of courting him but it shattered when he opened his mouth again and you heard the corruption in the back of his throat.

“But I have to admit you look so pretty when you cry.”

Alpharius/Omegon

“I want to go home…” you begged again while you slumped in your seat. They had given you something to be more pliant while they shipped you off to somewhere. “Please..let me go home.”

“This is your home.” one of the brothers said but you doubted it was a Primarch that you were facing. There were five astartes that surrounded you on the thunderhawk. None of them were your lovers. You were so sure of it that two of them were just pretending and you recoiled from his touch when he reached for you. All he did was strap you into the seat properly. Something had happened and led the legion into disarray. You had tried to run but hands had snatched you before you could make it far enough.

“I want Alpharius…” you said and were met again with the same answer that led you in circles “I am Alpharius.”

It was frustrating and you wanted to cry. Where were your lovers? Where was the thunderhawk going? Why can’t they just let you go?!

“It’s alright. We are nearly at our destination. No one will be able to find and hurt you.” the Astartes said as he started to press a cloth to your face and muffling your struggles. Injecting you with a sedative would’ve been easier and less messy but they were running out of supplies and needed it for later. Besides a drenched cloth worked just fine and he felt your hands stop hitting him. Ten minutes till landing was enough to silence you.

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