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Author’s note: Day 9 of Writing The Layers! Master list here. Thank you @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan for allowing me to borrow several of your OCs! I hope you enjoy the fic!
Warnings: mention of nightmares, mentioned astartes trafficking, mentioned memory alteration, please ask me to tag something if I've missed it.
Summary: A fireside chat among brothers and cousins.
“We’re going to need to tell at least a couple of the firstborn or Terran born apothecaries about some of the differences in our biology to theirs.” Cedric stated, staring into the crackling flames of the cooking fire that had been lit at sunset. There was very little smoke, so as to hopefully draw less attention.
Belus’ eyes narrow and the young Dark Angel hisses “Absolutely not. Secrets keep us safe. You know this, Cedric.”
The young Black Templar looks over at Belus and asks “And what happens when another trainer like Faroh appears? Who’s to say that another one of those miserable firstborn bastards who knows about certain… Deliberate changes hasn’t arrived already? We need to have a contingency plan in place for handling them. Beyond selling favors to our chaos cousins in exchange for ensuring that the fuckers are silenced.”
Hek’tar shifts a little, staring into the flickering flames “And what price do you think would need to be paid, for them to keep quiet about this? You’ve spoken about their interest and curiosity in the differences between Terran and firstborn and primaris. Well, true primaris, not Rubicon Primaris.”
Cedric heaves a sigh, shaking his head a little “I… I feel like it depends on who we decide to tell, and how well we think he would keep the secrets.”
Thressyl is pacing around the group, eyes narrowed and searching “We don’t tell any of the heretics or traitors if we absolutely can avoid it.”
“While I agree with you that they probably shouldn’t be told, I feel like it is prudent to point out that it was older loyalists who -“ Cedric started.
Belus growled, cutting him off “Yes. We know, from the slowly returning memories that the fuckers sought to steal from us. Thressyl, you’re the only one of us here currently getting psyker training with a medical lean to it. Has he taught you anything about repairing memories hidden forcefully?”
Thressyl shakes his head “No. And I don’t want to ask him to learn about that specifically because I’m pretty sure he’d press me for why I want to learn that specifically. He’s a perceptive fuck and mildly telepathic. At least I think he is.” He pauses, before admitting begrudgingly “… He is a good teacher, strict as hell, but… Very good at what he does.”
“We could go with a version of the truth. That you suspect that the memories of some of your fellow primaris may have been altered without their consent, and that they are getting nightmares and sense-memories the longer they are on ancient terra.” Cedric offers quietly. “We just… Won’t give him exact numbers, in part because we ourselves don’t know for certain how many of us are missing pieces of our memories. Or why, specifically, for that matter.”
“And when that nosy old witch asks who, specifically, who do you think should be singled out for admitting to such a weakness?” Belus hissed, his eyes narrowing into slits, curling in on himself defensively.
The silence was very heavy and pointed, save for the whispering of the trees, and the crackling of the dancing flames.
“If he pushes for a specific name, give him mine.” Cedric answers, his voice not shaking due to sheer force of will. “It’s true enough and should be a good test to see what he does, if he does anything and how he responds. Besides, if he tries anything… Untoward, between you and me Thressyl, we should be able to overcome him. Especially if we have some of the others on standby.”
Belus relaxes just a little “So it’s both a test and an ambush.”
“No, it’s only going not be an ambush if he responds… Incorrectly. If he truly is as forthright and honorable as he presents himself to be, then he has nothing to fear.” Cedric answers, his voice mild and calm. His fists are curled tightly in his lap, his fingertips cutting bloody crescents into the palms of his hands. he’ll clean and dress those wounds later.
“I’ll see if I can get him to talk about such things while we are on one of our walking exercises outside of the base.” Thressyl offers. “In one of the parks, where I am sure we won’t be overheard or watched by those who we don’t want to be seen and heard by.”
“Which park? I can gather some of the others and we will ensure your safety and privacy.” Belus asks, his eyes lighting up a little as he begins to mentally go through the list of everything and everyone he’d need to get in order to arrange such a thing.
"Birchwood Park, on sixteenth and Velix. We like going to the wooded area of the park, where the trees and the underbrush make it seem as though we are out in the wild, without having to drive or walk to the woods. It's a nice place for walking meditation, which I find easier than trying to sit still and meditate." Thressyl answers, rocking back on his feet "Are you sure that it's a good idea for you to be the one who comes forward, Cedric? A lot of the nosy old men are watching you closely."
"Of those of us who we know for certain have missing memories, I am the only one who does not have an overbearing direct supervisor, or high ranking older brother within a day of Gannet Point." Cedric points out "And of the astartes population in and around Gannet Point, the Black Templars are fewest in number."
"You're also a specialist, Cedric. I am also missing memories, and am just a battle brother." Olly offers "It would be less risky if-"
Cedric cuts him off, shaking his head a little "I have six words that will convince you that none of the affected Primaris Ultramarines should come forward to a firstborn witch-healer."
"And they are?" Atlas prompts.
"Commander Cato Sicarius and Lady Rose." Cedric answered, a slight smirk appearing on his face. "Of the Primaris Black Templars affected... I am the only one who can perform evasive maneuvers with any sort of speed and endurance if needed. Additionally, Brothers Roland and Arnault have yet to return from their vacations with their bonded and Apothecary Adric and I are generally kept on different schedules and he is unlikely to be available easily. My Oldest Brother is half-way across the country as he works on putting our chapter to rights."
"My older brothers wouldn't give a shit that some of my memories are missing." Belus growled, and Kerubiel nods, shifting a little.
"They would use it as a pretext to drag you both and any other primaris Dark Angels they can find to their bases for your own protection. The Blood Angels would do the same for the Primaris Sons of Sanguinius who came forward if this information spreads. Black Templars are too few and currently too fragmented in this area." Cedric points out, voice gentle, even as he is implacable in volunteering for this potentially deeply risky admission.
None of the others could come up with counter arguments to his logic, and with deep, irritated grumbles, they conceded him the point. The conversation shifted to the logistics of when and how they would secure the park without tipping off Amonhep that something was off.
They definitely need somebody they can tell. Too bad Khopesh is too loyal to Anrir. And he wouldn't fully understand the gravity of what the Primaris are telling him. (At least initially)
That doesn't mean he'd go blab to just Anybody. But well...Anrir isn't just Anybody.
Khopesh would try to keep that secret. But I think he'd crack if Anrir exerted enough pressure.
Author's note: More of Olly in Husbandry AU! I collaborated with @c-u-c-koo-4-40k on this next set of chunky chapters. Thanks for writing with me! This was a lot of fun. :)
Summary: Olly and Nanael execute a carefully coordinated ambush on Faroh, exploiting his overconfidence and surveillance system to neutralize and capture him with sedatives just before his failsafe can trigger catastrophic blackmail.
Warning: Coercion and blackmail, Threats of violence and harm to named characters, Implied past unethical experimentation on enhanced humans (bioengineering/fertility manipulation themes), Brief physical combat and restraint of an individual, Sedation/forced incapacitation of a character, Psychological manipulation and predatory behavior Implied surveillance and stalking, References to trauma and coercive institutional experimentation, High tension / near-violence scenario. LMK if I need to add anything else.
Skilled as a duelist. (Though not the most by far.)
Beautiful in a manner few could hope to match. (With looks so uncanny and ethereal they manage to mostly obscure the sardonic pleasantries that flit from his mouth like poisoned wine.)
He was, perhaps, a bit self serving. But that is how his ilk survived and thrived. (Absolutely, thoroughly Rotten to his malevolent core.)
Not like he would ever acknowledge that, he simply saw his…moving and taking through the world as a necessary, even Deserved reward for his service to mankind.
(As if any demons of excess or gluttony wouldn't look right at home wearing his face.)
But right now Faroh is another thing. Faroh is impatient. The elder Blood Angel had warned little Oleanderos that he had till the end of the current cycle to…convince dear Jophiel to finally stop flitting out of sight and face him.
He checked his chronometer, 11:45 pm. Cutting it close. He huffs, adjusting his immaculately groomed hair.
He debates sending a reminder. Something…teasing, almost casual sounding, to ensure he'd not incriminate himself.
[Tik tik young one, your time is nearly up. And I do so despise being Bored. Perhaps I'll start calling a few of my close brothers. I'm sure there's some interesting gossip I could share with them.]
Literally only a minute or so passes when a response comes in.
[Eta 5 min to your location.]
Faroh's elegant face splits into a delighted grin, but he double checks.
[Good boy, and the promised guest?]
…
[They are in transit with me. Eta 2 Min, hold position to receive.]
[Excellent. Wilco.]
Faroh checks over his…studio once more. Like many of his brethren, he often dipped his claws into artistic projects.
Yes, a delightful and completely normal live model set up for this completely normal artistic project. Featuring an elegant red fainting couch in the room's center. Its carvings and upholstery would be almost as gaudy as the Blood Angel's armor were it not covered with a certain type of tarp. Which is also deep red. Not to mention the bright red astarte strength binding ropes, and candles set to one side.
And every artist has their medium. Faroh himself would actually not mind painting a scene like this but such escapades would require docile subjects.
Or those made docile.
No, instead, Faroh has a camera. Much quicker and easier to use. He can paint from the references he takes here if he so chooses. He's also made sure to double check the tripod set up should he need to take photos while he's…indisposed.
He hums softly to himself, and just as he hits the first note of the chorus to the song, a rhythmic knock comes at the door.
Knock knock- kn-knock-knock!
He flashes a smile that is too wide and teeth too sharp. He turns to greet his guests, through the Hallway camera he had installed of course.
The view above the doorway looking down shows him the precious little lamb of an Ultramarine standing there, eyes like blue flint, even through the screen.
And behind him, a winged figure draped in a blood red cloak. He presses a button on his vox, dialing Oleanderos from behind the door. The Ultramarine answers immediately.
“Ahhh, well done young Oleanderos. And sweet blessed Jophiel, how I've so looked forward to our…reunion.” Faroh chuckles.
The cloaked figure turns its head away, as if in shame.
Delicious.
Faroh continues. “Ooooh, feeling shy are we? Well no worry. You'll soon be in capable hands, little angel.” He cooes with disgusting played sympathy.
“I have done what you requested. Let us get this Over with.” Oleanderos growls.
‘Such fire!’ Faroh chuckles again, fully believing such words are the mere squirming of angry and trapped prey.
“Temper temper dear. Wouldn't want me going back on my Generous agreement now, would you?” Faroh slides his tongue subtly over his fangs. “I'll let you both in and then we can…chat for a bit.”
The face of the poor little lamb tightens. It's adorable, enough to make Faroh consider altering their agreement Slightly. After all three Is company. (As if he planned to keep his original word at all). He undoes the locks on the door, and allows his guests to enter his studio. Oleanderos's expression doesn't change besides a slight twitch at the level of light changing.
One of Olly’s fingers twitches a little as he surveys the set up, and his scowl deepens as he walks into the studio- the silent winged figure silently following after him, face still bowed- glancing about- the studio- but not at Faroh directly.
The studio door seals with a soft hydraulic sigh behind them. Faroh does not immediately approach. He circles. Predators that enjoy theatre never rush the opening act. Oleanderos remains just inside the threshold. Shoulders squared. Hands loose at his sides — not clenched. Not reaching.
The cloaked “Jophiel” stands two paces behind him. Head bowed. Wings concealed. Still. Faroh inhales slowly.
“Mm. The tension in the room is intoxicating,” he murmurs, pacing past the red-draped couch. “You have always been the most rigid of your cohort, Oleanderos. So dutiful. So… predictable.”
Olly says nothing. He is counting. Camera in upper left corner. Secondary lens mounted low behind sculptural column. Motion sensor near the door. Tripod center rear. Four visible. He had done an initial sweep of the room with his eyes- making sure to avoid eye contact with Faroh by ducking his head and allow- shame to flash across his face.
Which means at least one hidden. Nanael feels it too — the faint electrical hum beneath the floor plating. Data relay node. Probably hardwired to an offsite buffer. Good. That means Faroh trusts automation. Automation can be disrupted.
But not yet. Faroh stops in front of the cloaked figure. He does not touch. Not yet. He studies.
“Jophiel,” he croons softly, “I truly had hoped you would outgrow this melodrama.”
The cloaked figure shifts minutely. A tremor. Perfectly acted. Nanael keeps his warp signature tight — compressed, masked beneath layered discipline. A different rhythm than Jophiel’s natural psychic respiration, yes… but distant enough that only prolonged proximity would expose it.
Faroh steps closer. Close enough to smell ozone. He pauses. Eyes narrow. There. The old man’s instinct. He tilts his head. “You seem… taller.” Faroh says slowly.
Olly answers instantly. “He wasn’t at his full size the last time you met him.”
Not a lie. Just incomplete. Faroh studies the silhouette longer. He smiles. “Ah. Of course. I forget how quickly your generation swells.”
He accepts the answer. Because entitlement dulls suspicion. As does hubris. Faroh moves toward a small console near the far wall. Casual. Too casual. He taps something. A faint chime echoes. Olly’s internal threat assessment spikes. Faroh glances back over his shoulder.
“Insurance,” he says lightly. “I despise misunderstandings. This little gathering is being mirrored to a private vault. Encrypted. Timed release.”
There it is.
Failsafe #1: Offsite encrypted storage.
Failsafe #2: Timed trigger if biometric signal flatlines.
Failsafe #3 (unspoken but likely): Conditional dispatch to select recipients.
Olly’s pulse does not change. “Deactivate it.” He requests, Olly’s voice is deliberately flat.
Faroh laughs. “Oh my sweet boy. Do you think I am that foolish?”
He gestures with one of his hands almost lazing as he shakes his head a little bit at that. He steps closer now. Too close. “Should anything unfortunate happen to me tonight… certain files are sent automatically to several interested parties.”
He leans in, and adds, threat and implication his voice as he looks at Olly closely- watching the Primaris Ultramarine’s reaction closely, “Some very interested parties.”
Old man in a young man’s war. He knew retaliation was possible. He just assumed he could outmaneuver it. They cannot strike yet. If Faroh’s biometrics drop suddenly, the release triggers. If the signal is disrupted abruptly, it may also trigger.
Nanael feels the machine rhythm beneath the room. It’s tied to Faroh’s armor telemetry. Of course it is. Arrogant. But not stupid. Faroh finally reaches for the cloak. Slowly.
He grips the fabric near the collar. Olly’s finger twitches again. Not yet. Not yet. Faroh pulls the hood back. Silver-white feathers spill free. Wings unfold halfway. Nanael keeps his gaze down.
Faroh studies his face.
Long.
Too long.
“…Look at me,” Faroh commands softly.
Nanael lifts his chin. Their eyes meet. For half a second, Faroh’s pupils dilate. There is something wrong. The wrong weight of gaze. The wrong stillness. No fear. No revulsion. Just cold. Very cold. Faroh steps back slightly. Not alarmed. Curious. He circles Nanael once. Then twice.
“And Oleanderos,” he says conversationally, “tell me… if I were to alter the terms slightly… Would you object?”
Olly doesn’t blink. “Define ‘alter.’”
Olly is not surprised that Faroh wants to alter the deal. After all- bastards like him never stuck to the first deal they struck. Why take one- when you can demand more? Greed and gluttony- are sins this first born reeks of to those that know what to look for.
Faroh smiles wider. “Three participants instead of two.”
There. That’s the distraction. His attention splits. His imagination engages. His guard lowers. Nanael feels the biometric tether fluctuate as Faroh’s adrenaline ticks upward — but not into combat range.
This is the window. Olly moves. Not toward Faroh. Toward the console. Fast — but not violently. Faroh turns instinctively. That’s when Nanael moves. Primaris reaction time versus Firstborn experience. Faroh is old. Very old.
His hand flashes to his blade instantly — centuries of dueling instinct. He is faster than most young Astartes. But not faster than two coordinated Primaris executing a pre-calculated strike. Nanael doesn’t go for the throat. He goes for the telemetry node at Faroh’s gorget.
Psychic force slams into it — precise, compressive, not explosive. Faroh roars — blade clearing scabbard. He moves beautifully. That’s the terrifying part. Perfect pivot. Edge angled for decapitation.
Olly intercepts. Ceramite screeches. The impact drives him back two steps — strength difference acknowledged. Old man strength. Technique over brute force. Faroh disengages instantly, blade flicking toward Nanael.
He does not panic. He adapts.“You dare—” Faroh snarls out, wrath in every inch of his form… among other emotions.
Nanael’s wings snap fully open. Psychic pressure floods the chamber. Candles gutter. Camera lenses crack from internal surge. Not destroyed. Overloaded. Faroh lunges. And that’s when Nanael does something unexpected.
He doesn’t strike to kill. He floods Faroh’s nervous system with controlled psychic interference — scrambling armor telemetry. Olly slams the console with a coded spike he prepared earlier — Mic’s contribution.
Failsafe handshake disrupted. Offsite mirror suspended in authentication loop. Biometric trigger desynced. They have seconds. Faroh realizes it.
His eyes flare with genuine fury now. “You children think yourselves apex predators?”
He moves again. And this time, Nanael lets proportional response slip. Just slightly. Psychic force collapses Faroh’s balance. Olly drives him to the ground. Blade skitters across the floor. Primaris mass wins. Experience cannot compensate when pinned by superior leverage and psychic interference simultaneously.
Faroh thrashes once.
Twice.
Then Cedric’s sedative injector — passed discreetly to Olly earlier — slams into the joint beneath his pauldron. Even enhanced physiology fights it. But Primaris dosage compensates.
Faroh’s movements are slow.
He locks eyes with Olly one last time. “You are making a catastrophic mistake.”
“No,” Olly leans closer to Faroh, despite how his skin crawls at being so close to Faroh. “You did.”
Faroh’s consciousness slips. Telemetry flatlines briefly— Then stabilizes at sedated baseline. Failsafe does not trigger. Nanael stands over him. Wings half-lit.
“Permission to exceed proportional response,” he murmurs again — softer this time.
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Aurora smiled watching the scenery pass her on by as she finally found out again where the Salamander that had helped her had gone to. He apparently travelled around and given that it was coming up to being a year of her being alive or rather having Apollo to think of it more positively she wanted to thank him. She looked at the unarmored and, to her surprise, unarmed Custodes sitting across from her. They had to have a private room to sit in due to Apollo...
"You made sure to check in right?" Aurora asks as she looks over her wallet making sure she has enough money to buy the gift.
Apollo looks at his phone looking at the unsent check in as he will send it soon enough, "Yes my Empress."
"And you're going to behave right?"
"I make no promises of that around such faulty tools."
Aurora sighs, "Don't be mean."
"Mean hardly covers the vitriol I have for the failed weapons and their fathers. " He spat as his voice remained steady but his face showed that hateful glare.
"Unlike you?"
"We were made to be perfect and independent of such needs that they have. We can work alone and were made to be perfect companions."
"Yeah yeah sure I get it you're dad's favorite special guys."
"Companions."
"When you say it like that."
"You're young and hormonal of course you're in the part of your life where sex dominates your entire thinking. You're at a time of your life where biologically you need to reproduce-"
"Apollo you're an ass."
"I know. Hence why I am a Dread Spear and not an Aquilian Shield. I don't need to feign any politeness around the mortals. I just need to kill."
"Oh so you're going to be mean to me?"
"Only if you ask it My Empress."
"You know you can just call me by name right?"
He takes her hand and leans in just ghosting a kiss over her knuckles. "To me being allowed to call you by name is an intimate affair."
"Come now Apollo you have free use of it. Just once."
He leans in more going to whisper it in her ear but much to her dismay the intercom came to life. Next Stop: Gannet Point.
They could feel the train slow down. And Aurora felt giddy as she had plenty of time off from college to be visiting this place and besides it was important for her to thank him. They walked off the platform as the town was built around the presence of the bases and the high concentration of astartes around meant that everything was relatively close by. Not terribly unlike the college town. She pulled Apollo forward.
The moment she stepped onto the pavement. They could feel it... those attuned to the warp felt it... it was as if a massive inferno ignited for a moment before eating all of the oxygen it had available. A bright blaze of gold that most if not all were aware of... that familiar brilliance of gold that they had experiences with in various stages before it vanished again.
"Oh Apollo look that shop is so cute." She says as Apollo watches the flowers in the crown he made bloom and refresh into healthy cherry blossoms once more.
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I try as much as possible to meet basic needs for my big family such as some food, drink and clothes, but the most important thing for all of us is to rent the house.
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Summary: Lovoric wakes up in a medical bay
Waking up in agonizing pain was never a good sign. Lovoric forced his eyes open, squinting in the bright light that stabbed into his eyes.
He breathed in deeply, which further confirmed his suspicions. The scent of harsh cleansers, pain and despair.
The medical bay.
He could hear the hum of machinery nearby, and could taste the faint, musty salt of medication and the lactated ringers that he was being drip-fed via one of his veins.
His hearts sink lower. The fact that he's in a medical bay, his body feels floaty and his mind fuzzy... And that he's in rough enough shape to be getting IV fluids means that the mission that he'd been on had gone... Poorly.
He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to reach for his memories, to try to figure out what the fuck had been going on.
"And I want you four to find out why the corpse worshippers and the fetid bastards at Rotbone are all stirred up." Rahas orders Lovoric, Loxic, Borthan and Dravius. "Do not make contact with others unless you deem it to be necessary, and stay in your best disguise. Report to me what you learn by the end of the day. Understood?"
Lovoric and his brothers nod and answer in unison "Understood, sir."
Rahas nods, a small, satisified smirk appearing on his face "Good, you are dismissed to complete your mission. Travel lightly, little brothers."
"Yes sir." They answered as one, in one voice, giving him a salute, before filing one at a time out of the older hydra's office.
Lovoric resists the temptation to shake his head - the pressure he can feel building from grasping at his memories will only get worse faster if he does that.
They prepare for the mission and infiltrate Gannet Point. As Rahas had said, the corpse worshippers were indeed a mix of frantic and furious. They'd split up to cover more of the city, to try and discern why.
He spots a famous heavy metal artist - and one who had contact with Lord Aliuno - sitting casually at a bench, clearly monitoring one of the mortal dwellings. He blinks in confusion and starts to walk toward her, when he catches the flash of a Sniper rifle on another building.
No... Two snipers, set up on advantageous positions, pointed near but not at the artist. From their stillness and poise they had to be brothers.
Lovoric continued to walk casually towards the nearer of the two sniper nests, to see if he recognized the brother and -
everything
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Damn. So he'd been taken out by one of the snipers? Fuck, he's not going to hear the end of it from the others. He should have called it in first and -
He mentally shook himself, not wanting to self-flagellate. He knew what he had done wrong, and while the drugs in his system made focusing exhausting, he knew that he would be yelled at and corrected by the many stupid things that he had done and how to be better soon enough.
"Ugh... Did any of you get the name of the thunderhawk that landed on me?" Loxic whines from close by.
"You got physically ran over by a dreadnaught." Borthan answered from somewhere else in the room. "To be fair, some lunatic had given him a jet pack and you couldn't dodge him in time. I think he landed on you on purpose, the bastard."
Dravius muttered "I at least figured out why some of our cousins have been so stirred up for the past couple of days. I was able to hack into their systems deep enough to find out that there's a mortal running around causing all sorts of damage via bonds. They're planning on capturing her."
"Huh... I wonder how long they'll take in killing her." Lovoric murmurs, quite certain that the mortal in question was going to die a slow and agonizing death, begging for mercy that they would never receive. The corpse worshippers were really good at getting fools to repent their sins.
"I hear footsteps." Loxic murmurs.
Lovoric immediately gives into the drug-induced urge to go back to sleep. He would rather delay being yelled at for being an idiot for as long as he could.
Also Lovoric recognized Hebe and Keme (assuming both are the snipers in this cases) but not fully. Oh my god that hurts he could've been so Close to going with them!
Rahas nor the other elders better not hurt him for this. Because HOW THE FUCK DO YOU ACCOUNT FOR JET PACK DREADNOUGHT!?
The forge chamber was quieter than usual. Talos noticed first. He always did.
Amaden stood near the central workbench, hands idle for once, helm removed and resting beside him. The others filtered in one by one—Oryls humming, Doronius adjusting his mechadendrites, Korvith leaning into a shadowed corner as if he’d always been there.
“Alright,” Oryls said brightly. “Who died, or who finally snapped?”
Amaden exhaled.
“I have chosen,” he said.
The room went very still. Zariel’s eyes sharpened. Doronius froze mid-adjustment. Korvith’s head tilted a fraction.
“…Chosen,” Oryls echoed, then broke into a grin. “Oh. Oh. My dear brother.”
Talos raised a hand slightly. “Details,” he said calmly.
Oryls stepped forward and clapped Amaden on the shoulder—gentler than his armor suggested. “You deserve this, you know.”
Amaden didn’t answer immediately.
Then, quietly, “I know.”
For a Legion built on lies, misdirection, and shadows, the acceptance was immediate, unquestioned. Because some truths—even here—were worth defending. And this one, they would protect everything they were.
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