So I have two Kids, and they asked, "What will happen if the Primarchs ended up in the Pokemon World?"
you know what? BET! I am a writer, I am Easily Entertained, Lets do this. Here you go, the First Installment of the Primarchs in the Pokemon World Starting with the Dark Angels Primarch. Lion El'Jonson
The First Primarch of the Dark Angels. The Lion of Caliban. What will happen to him if he was thrust into a world filled with Creatures known as Pokemon?
The first Primarch finally awakened from a slumber. He remembered an Orbital Bombardment pelted him and his legion, minimal casualties that included him, and now, Lion's back was to something that he has not felt in so long. He opened his eyes, the sky a clear peaceful blue, something that caused him to stiffen in paranoia. When skies are clear, that usually is followed with the Fiery smoke that indicated war and battles. He sniffed the air, and all he can smell is fertile soil, dirt, the smell of fresh foliage. He sat upright, only to find his power armor was gone, and all he was in was his body glove, and he furrowed his brow. Silently thankful he was not fully naked, not that he minded, he was raised in the forests in makeshift loincloths to cover himself, so this was not a new feeling to him. When he finally got up, he ventured into the Forests, and scanned his surroundings. He encountered a bushel of Strange blue berries, grabbing one, then taking a bite, to test its edible capability. he spat it out grimacing in disgust at first. Beggars can not be choosers. he took another bite, this time not spitting it out, and the aftertaste was mediocre at best. He did not get any sense of poison from the berry, it was just something he preferred not to eat. He continued his walk only to see something in his way, crawling upon a tree, and slinking up. A tiny green Caterpillar, only one foot from how Lion measured it. It was a massive Bug in his experience. The Main body was green, with yellow underbelly and tail, large red horn like feelers on its head. and big dark eyes. It would be creepy, if Lion had not seen worse monstrosities. He swiped it off the tree, to examine it and it screeched, wiggling out of his grasp, scared from the massive Primarch grabbing it from the tree.
"CATERPIE" it yelled out and before Lion could react at the weird name, it spat out some string out of his mouth, blinding Lion temporarily. Lion grunted, the sticky webbing stuck in his face cursing to himself, as he just let go of the strange green bug and pulled the string away. A Caterpillar creature who uses blinding sticky web to get away from danger. It was good for Lion to know for later.He did not begrudge the poor thing either. It was a natural response to deter any form of predator or big organism that seemed threatened. While he scraped off the last bit of web, he turned to see a small boy, around the age of maybe 10 or 11, holding a bug net, a hat with a veil over it and some khaki outfit. Lion flung the web down upon the ground and he focused his gaze at the boy, wondering why the child was in a forest filled with what sounded like large birds, rats and large foot long caterpillars that spat web for defense. He was definitely glad he was wearing his body glove if children are around here.
"Hi Sir! I'm Rick, you want to Pokemon battle with the Pokemon I just caught?" He asked, holding a spherical red and white object in his other hand.
"I do not fight children, boy." Lion spoke directly, moving past the youth and uninterested in what the boy offered.
"well, I mean, we will not be fighting, sir. It will be our Pokemon! Look! ill show you!" Lion turned to see Rick open up his ball only for it to reveal an almost identical Caterpillar that he encountered not too long ago. He glared at it, then he stared up at the boy and then pointed at the creature.
"What did you say this was called?"
"A Pokemon, Sir. this one is called a Caterpie." Lion stared at the child as if he grew another head. He has fought battles that no one would be able to survive, he has traveled across the stars, and crusaded in the name of the Emperor, but this felt like he must have eaten something that is actually causing him to hallucinate.
"Sir, do you know what a Pokemon is? If you Don't Professor Oak lives in Pallet town and he can give you information on it. Wait, tell me you did not walk through Viridian Forest without one! That is Dangerous." Lion stopped his study of the little Caterpie and he squinted his eyes.
"I have been through even worse conditions than a bunch of weak creatures, boy. Now, Tell me where this 'Professor Oak' is." He spoke dangerously, and Rick now paled with slight intimidation. A Large man in only long thermal underwear, giving him a glare that made the poor boy shake.
"Y-y-you continue down that way, sir. Follow the path and it's a town at the edge of the water."
Lion did not stay long enough to say good bye to Rick. Rick just stared dumbfounded as the Large Primarch left into the forests, disappearing as if he melded into it so effortlessly. Lion Strode out of the forest, making a direct route to this Professor of Pokemon.
The Lion did not break a sweat venturing from the Forests, down the roads and into Pallet Town. It really was a small place, he walked a few paces to notice the large white building with circular windows, some of the people staring in confusion at Lion walking through the route, empty handed, no pack, no clothing except for what seemed to be a one piece Thermal suit that protected him. He went through the door of the lab and he was met with a few Scientists, all of them wearing coats and writing things down. when he came in, they turned and stared, wondering where the man came from.
"I am looking for a Professor Oak." He declared, his voice echoing in the halls. An Elderly looking Gentleman with short gray hair and kind eyes turned to him, his lab coat draped over his blue shirt, his smile inviting, but Lion did not welcome it one bit. He Sized up the Professor as Oak Began.
"That is me, Welcome to Pallet town! How can I help you?" Lion stood up to his full height and Oak dropped his jaw, at how massive this man was. Lion stood a Considerable ten feet, looking down at the 5 foot 9 Professor.
"Dearest me, Good Sir. you are a considerable size." He exclaimed, before he clears his throat, and Lion just grunted, still unsure of this man.
"I was told you can help me understand what this Death world is about. These Creatures known as Pokemon and children befriend them to battle." Lion said and Oak nodded his head.
"well, I would not classify this place as a Death world, but you came to the right place if you are looking for information regarding our world, Sir." Lion did not believe it. The bugs here were a foot in length, the Creatures here wanted to attack and fight, and they were quite aggressive to even him while he walked here to Pallet town. Oak walked to a table and picked up a small red Data slate, then walked back to Lion, handing it to him.
"I have studied Pokemon all my life, and I have done extensive meticulous research on these wonderful creatures known as Pokemon" Lion listened opening the data slate, waiting for it to power up, and then reveal creatures either hidden or redacted, but the list was extensive, up to 150 entries of these creatures. Lion rose an eyebrow entering into one, but it was still cloaked and redacted.
"It has been my dream to fully complete this pokedex and to gain every bit of information of every pokemon." Lion turned his head back to Oak and he gently regarded the Pokedex.
"If you researched these xenos known as pokemon your whole life, then why haven't you fully completed this dataslate?"
Oak fell silent, confused on what Lion called Pokemon. Xenos. what are Xenos exactly. the Professor Parted his lips trying to answer when the door opened again. Lion turned his head to see a young girl, again, slightly older than the last child Lion saw, possibly twelve, and she looked slightly frantic, panting heavily. She dropped her jaw at the massive height of the Primarch, only for Oak to gesture her to come closer.
"Lara, hello, how can I help you?" Professor Oak beamed, but Lion kept his stoic face studying the child. She had short mousy brown hair, her blue eyes wide and slightly afraid of the massive man next to Professor Oak, but when Oak reassured her that the man will not harm her, she put her straight brown hair into a Scrunchie.
"I hoped to get my first Ever pokemon, Professor." She said timidly, her eyes on Lion, slightly intimidated by his size and aura. Lion looked at Professor Oak as Oak gave the child an apologetic look.
"Well, I am afraid you were late, so I can't give you a starter pokemon." Lara lowered her head solemnly and sighed.
"Aww," she turned away about to walk out the door, when Lion pointed at the girl.
"Halt, girl." He called out and Lara froze, then Lion turned his gaze to the professor.
"Can this child go out there to find one on her own, or is it too dangerous?" He asked and Oak blinked as he stammered.
"well, I mean, if She has an adult that has a pokemon to help her, that is fine but I still highly recommend—" Lion did not let Oak finish his statement. He walked up to the girl and Lara whimpered at the sheer size of the man.
"Come, we shall get you your xenos partner." He walked toward the door but Oak called out.
"Wait, You Do not have a pokemon, sir Lion! I Do not think you should—" Oak saw Lion turn his head ominously at the Professor and Oak shut right up, stammering as Lion casted a glare, as if daring Oak to stop him.
"I-I-I want to give you two at least 5 pokeballs to begin your journey. y-yeah, that is totally what I mean to say." He said, a sweat breaking from his brow as he walked over holding ten empty pokeballs giving 5 each to them. Lion softened his gaze, looking at the tiny spheres in his hand, observing them, as Lara jumped up and down happily.
"I shall do my best, Professor." Lara exlcaimed gleefully then skipped out the door. Oak looked at Lion as he left taking the child with him.
"That man might be even more dangerous than a pokemon itself." He said, wiping the sweat off his brow. Never has anyone given him such fear as Lion el'Jonson.
Lion was a bit more wary and more assertive to the Pokemon. When a flock of Spearow flew away to give him and the girl Lara space, he immediately grabbed one, the slowest one of the flock, and he ignored the loud squawking and pecking, as he held it in one arm, then took out his pokedex with the other. the poor thing flailed, screeched in his arms, but he scanned the Spearow with no effort. The Machine let out an Automated voice:
"Spearow, the tiny Bird Pokemon. It has to flap its wings at a high speed to stay airborne" Lion turned to the girl and held up the still fighting pokemon,
"Do you want this creature as your partner?" He asked, the spearow biting his fingers, to no avail at his iron grip. Lara looked mortified at the man holding the poor thing like he was prey and she stammered, trying not to grimace at the pokemon's struggle.
"Um. No thank you." She said nervously, hoping the man lets the Pokemon go. Lion sighed loudly, then opened his hand, the Spearow squawked at his face, but Lion swatted it, making it cry out and fly off.
"These Routes have limited pokemon, girl. Now is not the time to be picky." he uttered, slightly frustrated, as he grabbed a Mankey by the scruff of the neck. It puffed up and Actually punched him. He blinked at how audacious this pokemon was. He tossed it, as Lara stared at Lion now looking slightly pouty.
"Do you have to be so mean to the Pokemon, Sir?!" She said, stamping her foot and Lion looked down at the girl, seeing her concern and nervousness. it took a lot of her to fully stand up to the Lion. He looked away grunting, not even gracing her with a look
"I am not concerned for my treatment of them." He gruffly answered until he heard the child stop her walking. He turned his head, and looked back at the small thing. She had an angry look on her face, slightly pouty her eyebrows joined together in a youthful glare. This threw off Lion immensely. No one at any age dared gave him a criticizing look like that. It was as if HE was the one being chastised.
"Do not give me that face, child." He commanded.
"No! You have to Be nice to the Pokemon, or else, I am not helping you find your own Pokemon!" it was Lion's turn to furrow his brows and glare at the kid.
"And what makes you think I need your help to gain any form of Xenos partner. I do not need one to survive this Death world." Lara sat down, her legs crossed and she crossed her arms.
"Fine. I will not move from this spot until you agree to be nice to the Pokemon!"
"Petulant games do not work on me, girl. Get up, now!" Lion growled, and Lara turned her head away in a huff, her eyes closed making Lion fume. Are Children in this Death world So stubborn and immature?! When he was her age, he fought chaos beasts four times his size, and did not throw tantrums like this. He went to chastise her more, until his ears picked up the register of feet. A quadrupedal creature from the sound of it, and despite its small stature, it sounded intimidating. Lion wasted no time moving in front of the petulant sitting child and readied any form of defensive stance. Lara noticed this and she looked around, wondering what the Lion sensed. She got up, only to see rustling out of the leaves, a pink creature, with large pink and green ears, a little tooth sticking out, but a face that showed it was ready to fight. Lara gasped.
"A Nidoran! It's also a male!" Lara exclaimed. Lion took out the dataslate and the Pokedex scanned the pokemon and uttered the robotic voice:
"Nidoran, the Poison Pin Pokemon. The Male Nidoran's ears detect distant sounds, and extends toxic barbs when angered." The Nidoran growled at Lion, a Brave little thing wanting to attack Lion who is ten times larger than this puny little Pokemon. He will give that to the creature. it must have this bravado due to its poisonous nature.
"Lara, You should be careful, This beast is poisonous." Lion stated, putting his Data slate away, but then he saw Lara pointing out.
"I want it! I want this pokemon as my partner!" She said happily. Lion was taken aback by how excited this girl was. to try and befriend a very obvious Poisonous creature to battle and journey with. It baffled him to watch her move up, as if the warning from the Pokedex was only a second thought to her. The Children here, were brave, he thought to himself. The children here, were built with no fear. The Nidoran growled, lowering his head and ready to attack. Lion set into instinctive action, and swiftly moved, knowing this is a sign to charge. The Pokemon charged indeed, and Lion Braced himself. The little creature tackled his leg and Lion was baffled by how much the small thing can hit. He lowered down to grab it, but it jabbed him with the horn, making Lion grunt, the poison seeping in his now wounded hand.
Sir Lion!" Lara yelled, but Lion held out his hand. His Primarch constitution should be able to shrug off the poison fine, but With how the Pokemon was attacking him with that horn, Even he had his limits. He kept defending, bare knuckle fighting, taking poison stings and his vision starting to blur at the amount of toxins his body was taking. This was strange. He should be easily able to shrug off this amount of poison. He was struggling, Stumbling slightly, but he did not give up just yet. The Nidoran charged again, and Lion snarled Batting the Pokemon away, and it hit the ground hard, Lara gasping as Lion stumbled again, falling upon the tree and feeling the poison course through his veins.
"OH NO! Sir Lion, no!" She yelled and Lara turned seeing the Nidoran struggle to get up, but lower his horn as if still not backing down without a fight.
"It's…up… to you…" Lion struggled to say, as he was feeling himself a little woozy, his eyes drooping as if he needed a sleep. Lara nodded, then she looked up at the Nidoran and took out a ball, enlarging it in her hand and stepping in front of Lion, ready to catch this fiesty Pokemon
Lion woke in a groggy daze, yawning as he got up. He felt better than ever, as he sat up still in the grass, Lara was looking at him in shock.
"Sir! You are awake! you were Sleeping the Entire time! I was scared." She said, as Lion rubbed his eyes. The Sun looked it was going down and Lara was giving him a concerned look.
"I am fine, girl. The creature? what happened to it." He demanded, his face showing he was ready for a battle again. Lara smiled, holding a ball up to him and Lion looked at it, and he stared at her, as she giggled.
"I caught it. My first ever Pokemon. and I could not have done it without you, Sir." She said, holding the ball as if it were precious. Lion sat up and sighed, but then Lara spoke again.
"I could not leave you alone in the forest, you were wounded a lot from the Nidoran, and I am so sorry." She said with a saddened look on her face. Lion waved dismissively.
"I have suffered worse, girl. However, Your job is complete. You caught your new companion. and I want to say a few words before you go off on your journey."
"Yes?"
He got into a kneeling stance and he looked straight at the child, his hand on her shoulder and he focused his gaze, then spoke in a voice gallant, and moving she did not make any move but to listen:
"Your bravery, and your determination gave you this creature to be your companion in your journey. That Creature, no, that Pokemon will reflect your will, your strive and your goals. Remember this day, Lara, be a Trainer that will not yield in the face of Adversity, which was shown in your courage to face this beast when I fell. Do you promise? Do you Promise to set yourself to these heights and to know no Fear?"
Lara straightened up, the small speech bolstering her small self as her eyes sort of twinkled at the newfound bravery that the Lion instilled in her. She nodded her head.
"I will not let you down, Lion Sir." Lion rose to his height and then he let the girl go as she looked down at her pokemon.
"Sir? I think you make a great Pokemon Mentor. I hope you will be okay." Lara turned around, heading to the exit of the Veridian Forest, her new partner Pokemon with her, and into a new adventure. As for Lion. Now what? He turned around, and took a silent walk back to the Pokemon Lab. He had a newfound respect for these creatures. the Pokemon. a Small Nidoran, a creature of only one foot in measurement managed to take Lion down to a slumbering stupor for a few hours. He had to give it to the children who make it their goal to train these dangerous creatures, and to battle with them. Children such as Lara brave enough to face them and to coexist with them. He smirked to himself as he opened the door to the Lab, hearing Oak's greeting.
"Oh, Sir Lion. Welcome back, how did the search with Lara go?" Lion walked up to him and his face softened slightly, before he responded.
"I think I have a way to help you in your journey to learn about these creatures. I feel it will benefit us both."
—-Three Months Later—
The Boy Winston looked around the Veridian Forest, his map open and the description of this "Lion of the Viridian Forest" given to him by Oak. A Tall Man accompanied by a Nidoking, Dark Green clothing, and always wearing a hood. He stepped a foot in and he heard a deep voice.
"It is dangerous to be here without a Pokemon, boy." Winston turned and he widened his eyes at the Lion. Dark Green hood and the cloak trailing behind him. A Nidoking behind him, walking in step, barely reaching the man's hip and on his belt was satchels, bags and three more pokeballs strapped on him, each of them bearing the Dark Angels crest that showed those pokeballs were his. The Nidoking huffed as Winston swallowed the lump in his throat.
"um, Hello Sir. Professor Oak told me to seek you out, that you are the Lion and you will help me find my partner Pokemon." Lion removed his hood, and Nidoking moved behind the Primarch, in a military precision.
"If the Professor sent you, you came to the right place. Which Pokemon do you wish to find here?"
"A Pikachu, Sir!" Lion turned his head slightly and he made a guttural growling sound, mimicking the sound of the Nidoking's growl and Nidoking made a nod and walked ahead moving further into the forest.
"Come, boy. they are further out west." He said and Winston hesitated slightly. which caused Lion to pause. He was a boy no older than 10, of course, and He looked nervous at first. It reminded him of Lara that day.
"Bravery will come to you, boy. Do not falter, and take a step, for it will be the first step to your Adventure." He told the child, Nidoking stopping and turning to the two. Winston straightened up and hearing the man's words. He took a step and he followed The Nidoking and the Lion to find his first Pokemon, and his first step to his adventure in a World of Pokemon.
I am having a bit of an impasse in my writing and I wanted to know...
What kind of prose do you prefer in your fanfictions
I don't want too much description. GET THE PLOT MOVING, WOMAN!!
Give me all the juicy details!! GIMME!!!
A more nuanced take on things that I will elaborate in the comments/tags
Meh... I can't be bothered! EAT ROCKS!!
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My writing style, I feel, is a bit verbose and I am trying to get it in check. But then I feel I may get too concise! AAAAH, NAGARJUNA... TEACH ME THE MIDDLE PATH!! (A1 grade pun there!)
Chapter 14: The Palace, The Library, and the Primarch
A business woman in a dying town gets donated books, and as she reads these books, the Warhammer 40k Primarchs appear in said town, creating more life and antics in a once quiet place
Words: 12,919 words
Summary: Faline Is Experiencing recurring Dreams of the Emperor and Malcador. She is needing answers, and is Still at a dilemma on who the next Primarch will be. Oliver proves to the Emperor that he can indeed help with the Primarchs in Selleton.
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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.
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.
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.
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"
"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."
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.
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,
I am currently working on 15 and I think that will be the chapter Before another Break. I need it..
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You trembled, your legs shacked like trying to kick away the source of distress, all while his hand make sure you couldn't get away from him.
The image was a sinfull display, if someone had even dared to described they would had shot right on the spot.
Sanguinius, the perfect angel, the light of the Emperor, known for his elegant distance, for his warm and yet detached royalty, the one that could do no wrong was between your legs, lapping and sucking like a feral beast on a peace of meat.
His perfect lineaments glowed in red under the dim lights of the candles from the mix of your period and your arousal.
This wasn't he first time he showed you his human side, despite being his serf you had carved a space for you in his heart. He had always been a gentle lover, carefull, leaving you full of love. This time was different.
He had told you to be carefull around him and to fall into this predicament you just needed to walts into his chambers forgetting about your period. This one was a beast in heat, wearing the face of your beloved.
And you fucking loved it.
His hand leaved signs and marks across your skin, his nails digging in your flesh, stopping every attempts of your pelvis tobget away from him.
His eyes, half closed , pierced against you, admiring the devastate look he was reducing you. You glowed, you were utterly beautyfull, your blood smearing against your belly, the handprints he had leaved when he had fingered you before. And as much as you begged him to slow down he just couldn't allow himself to do it.
His tongue, bigger than a baseline one, forced its way inside your organs, making sure to touch every crevice where that sweet nectar of yours was hiding. He allowed the muscle to leave your inside only to clean you and making sure to never leave alone your clit, making sure that, with every suck, you couldn't escape his grip.
His favourite part was when chunks of blood and coags came down into his mouth, drops of blood coming our from the gasp where he connected with you.
He could hold his breath for longer periods, wich meaned a long torture for you.
"San-sang...sangy sl-sloooow...sloow down! It's too much! Too much too much too much-"
"Shh..." he kissed your inner tight,only to slam his face against your abused hole. You gasped and emited a soffocated cry, his nose pushing your button ,forcing it to endure the pressure and his attention.
You felt it, it was building up inside of you, slowly and like a omen.
Your body trembled, searching for your release just like him, your pelvis started to moved against his tongue, searching friction, his attention, everything he could give you. You cry harder, your pleasure could not be explained in words. Your body is close to release everything, he had done it so many time that it felt like he needs to be sure you can still do it for him. Despite the absolute pleasure you felt everytime you can you cannot fade the feeling of had ruined something so precious like your beloved angel. And he loves to be ruined by you.
You're crying are now gone, in their place you can only moan and gasp in pleasure now that he's deliberatly ravishing in you. He's lost in the blood, in the honey you're making for him, in your pleasure, in everything you can give and he's not stopping.
"I-I-I I',...pl-please I'm-!!!"
Your hands meet his golden hair, pulling them like you need something to grab on.
It's a mess, the usual clear liquid is tinted in that red tone, his beautyfull face covered in it alongside some more chunks of blood here and there. The fluid drips from his mouth to the soft mattress, denrching it in more than just sweats and spits.
He finally let go of your cunt, a single string of saliva connecting his mouth to your organ. His tongue caress his long fangs, cleaning his lips from blood and more, allowing him to taste what his mouth couldn't take when it could.
You're absolutely wrecked. It felt like being dragged to the bottom of the sea than an orgasm, your chest move with your long breaths trying to calming down your poor beating heart. You're a trembling mess, you look like a small chicks in the wild waiting for the warm embrace of its mother, and your honey-cumb vulva is pulsing like if is still begging to be filled again by his tongue.
Long minutes passes, enough for both of you to recollect yourself, when a slow and almost invisible hiss came from your mouth. His eyes open again, noticing your pained expression, the worst immediately start to run in his head.
"C-cramps..." You immediately catched on him, alloting the fear of being too harsh on you disiipate.
Instead he just smile, still smeared in your blood, while his thumbs go back to your labia, opening again the entrance to his heaven.
"I'll make the pain go away, my star, fear not."
You had never felt more great in your period time in your life...
We Take this small Break from your main Fanfiction to give you a Silly one shot Crossover Fic Preview
"Do you have to be so mean to the Pokemon, Sir?!" She said, stamping her foot and Lion looked down at the girl, seeing her concern and nervousness. it took a lot of her to fully stand up to the Lion. He looked away grunting, not even gracing her a glance
"I am not concerned for my treatment of them." He gruffly answered until he heard the child stop her walking. He turned his head, and looked back at the small thing. She had an angry look on her face, slightly pouty her eyebrows joined together in a youthful glare. This threw off Lion immensely. No one at any age dared gave him a criticizing look like that. It was as if HE was the one being chastised.
"Do not give me that face, child." He commanded.
"No! You have to Be nice to the Pokemon, or else, I am not helping you find your own Pokemon!" it was Lion's turn to furrow his brows and glare at the kid.
"And what makes you think I need your help to gain any form of Xenos partner. I do not need one to survive this Death world." Lara sat down, her legs crossed and she crossed her arms.
"Fine. I will not move from this spot until you agree to be nice to the Pokemon!"
"Petulant games do not work on me, girl. Get up, now!" Lion growled, and Lara turned her head away in a huff, her eyes closed making Lion fume.
I decided to do this because one, it was a silly challenge, and then the challenge turned into me writing a whole ass rough draft of Lion El Jonson in the Pokémon world. I dont know. If you want the Full on One shot, let me know.
Primarchs of Selleton is Still Happening. I wanna see the end of it. But I am here, realizing. I like Putting Primarchs in Modern day situations and matching them with ordinary people. Because its funny.
So..
Am i a Modern Day Romantic Comedy Fic writer for 40k? Is that what I might end up doing?
I can do the Hallmark Like Fics with less corniness and More Primarchs. I can do that. It be hilarious.
