The Threefold

The Alpha, The Omega and the Sum

[iamomegon]

// @adeptvsastartes/forgottnseccnd HELLO!!! you literally DO NOT have to respond to this at all, i just wanted to send a silly message <3 ITS GOOD TO SEE YOU I HOPE YOU ARE WELL!! i know we did not interact much, but I was reading through your writing and AUUHGH it's always so AMAZING!!!

// i hope you have a wonderful day/night!! <3

//OH! Brutha! It is a good silly. I am existing as Omegon do. Thank you, I need to get back into writing all these darn characters but writer's block is the true curse. // And same to you

[wh40kartwork]

Omegon

by Ilya Beliakov

[iamomegon]

I need to write.

[askrobouteguilliman40k]

My Liege, are you well?

He looks over his desk. "I am well enough, why do you ask?"

[iamomegon]

The honour guard looked over from his once statusque pose by the door, hand cross his golden breastplate. "Your health - mental and otherwise - is of my concern, my liege. Always." His vox crackled and the cobalt armour shimmered. The horsehair crest becoming a crest of serpents. The Omega changed and nest of three sneering vipers.

"Brother."

[forgottnseccnd]

@iamomegon continued from here.

Such a simple question and yet, even with the usually deadpan Aurelius, something about it seemed to have genuinely brought him to have some sort of emotion to his telepathic voice. His head lulled back, unknowing on how to truly respond to such a question.

" My sons and I endure. Despite what has happened with Leman. "

A simple reply. His grip tightened on the staff of his standard, suddenly swinging out at another unlucky poxwalker that dared to step foot near his brother. He slammed his standard in the ground with fury, earning audible war cries from his beloved sons. And while they charged without fear into battle, Aurelius absentmindedly returned his greatbow into his hands, pulling an arrow from beneath his cloak and pulled back what could only be described as an invisible bowstring. Light crackles of energy formed at the tips of the greatbow to create the very string, pulled back hard by Aurelius's careful hands... and the arrow was fired across the battlefield with nary an issue.

Aurelius said nothing. He was not one for speaking-- and he certainly was not one to just go rambling to his brothers about such matters in this era.

" How do you fare? "

[iamomegon]

"Leman is a hot-headed fool. Truly a dog in man's flesh, gloryvain and arrogant. One day, he will know his folly. When...I wish I knew."

Alpharius allowed himself to express in their telepathy privacy, the disdain for the Wolf King was bitter one. The Twentieth Primarch was always a free soul, one that worked independent from the normal protocol of his brothers and Leman was one strift with hypocrisy and golden chains. At least, Regal Dorn knew what he was and plain for it.

He did not answer to the further question yet, the shambling multitude of poxwalkers were crowds of blightful claws and moaning of people that were vaguely aware to this nightmare of unlife. The evil that spilled from the Unreality became clearer each passing day. As his brothers' infantry made the path clear through their unyielding march, his own marines were moving on the edge of sight. Arcs of lightning crossed through the air and slammed into bodies, dancing through and turning their compromised cadavers into flickering ashes. His librarians were surgical and sparing in calling upon the same birthplace of these monsters.

"I fare as one would with the moves of traitors. A number of our siblings have fallen ill, brother. Horus have gone mad. Lorgar and Angron are tearing into a sector of the Imperium. Mortarion has finally let his spite turn into poison against our Father. Fulgrim..."

There was a certain silence. Aurelius could feel the chewing thought for the Primarch of the Third Legion. He pulled his plasma pistol out, The Hydra's Spite, glowed its azure light and fired micro-suns in each direction. Burning through poxwalkers and catching a glimpse at what he saught. Beyond the evolution of these corpse-walkers, there were things bloated with the sickness. Many were single-eyed, scalps arched with horns and antlers. Bodies wretched and claws holding with...Alpharius couldn't even call them swords. More of serrated blades of rusted edges and seeping poisons.

These bringers of plagues.

"I have not heard from my agents in some time implanted in the Pride of the Emperor. I did like what I had recieved beforehand."

[forgottnseccnd]

[ ZOMBIE ] : "Ah, Sibling." The voice came through the vox before its owner physically appeared, impaling another of these bloated, horrid infected off their feet. A spear of alien making crackled and rend the former living while volkite rays vaporized more, legionnaires of cobalt armour appearing under their camo-cloaks and silver filigree. Their dark-armoured Primarch standing a margin more taller with a fist to his chest, finally appearing. @iamomegon

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .

A giant great arrow had suddenly impaled three of the unholy poxwalkers, pinning them to the ground with horrific ease as his star-speckled Marines charged forth, chainswords revving and carving through more. Bolts were flying through the air, and there with his mighty battle standard, the Second Primarch lunged forward and jabbed it into one of the other infected without care, letting the blood splatter upon his banner.

When standing to his feet, Aurelius's blue eyes drifted to look to the source of the voice. Without a second thought, his fist lifted, slamming hard to his own chest-- no doubt pushing the connecting points of his Penance Armor into him further-- with a faint bit of pride. While he usually did not speak physically... he did address his brother through his usual use of telepathy.

" Brother. " A simple word, yet spoken with utmost respect as the Master of the Second stomped his boot down onto an unfortunate Nurgling, grinding his heel into the very mud.

... From what little Aurelius had to remember-- he was an excommunicated Primarch, and unworthy of meeting his siblings again-- but Aurelius refused to abandon the Imperium in its battle against Chaos. The diviner sighed.

" Been some time. "

[iamomegon]

Of all of his siblings, Alpharius Omegon remembers and act most keenly. For isn't it the XXth Legion's business to conduct in the redacted works of the Imperium? To which brother, one can ponder. Even as the galaxy burned to a wayward sibling's madness.

When the Second's voice caressed and spoke into his consciousness, the Twentieth tilted his head by the barest tic as if listening to a whisper. "It has." His voice returned as twinned to Aurelius. "It seems your words are coming to pass, as Father feared."

Alpharius noted, turning as more of his marines were emerging from the thick fogs of pestilience. Among them were a couple Librarians glowing in constantly expressive wards, pushing the malign miasma aside.

A click and he listened to a number of lightning-fast reports from his agents and companies working throughout their selected battlezones. "Have you been well?"

A rather amusing question in a dire time like this, but it was important all the same. Even as a distant sibling, Alpharius Omegon have kept attention on his siblings when he could.

[iamomegon]

Ah, my sibling finally awakens.

Now, I hope the First Legion acts right. Many Fallen ran to me and they are safe, for however long.

[the-art-block]

- Alpharius & Omegon -

Primarch Crossing: New Imperium 40k

Last but certainly not least, the Twins!

They're the hardest boys to locate while islandhopping, and while you can speak to them, the option to invite them to your place never comes up. They appear on your island after a randomized number of days, but they never have a house (that you know of)

They cannot be encountered unless something is happening in the area; i.e. other Primarchs interacting, a seasonal event, Redd is visiting

They'll always approach you first if they want to chat and if approached by you they will vanish behind the nearest tree or building.

The only thing they want to talk about is everyone else's business.

[iamomegon]

“  I love you, Brother. Every part of you. Even the parts you don’t like.” The grey-armoured Primarch said with his otherwise even-toned voice, the bare influx in conveying some humanity through his unassuming helmet. Even with his 'shorter' presence compared to the great statues of Humanity's Perfections carved into each of the Eighteen, shaped and marred by their home-realms and the conquests they experienced, Omegon's projection told his brother they were equals where it counted.

An armoured hand touched Sanguinius' shoulder with the softest squeeze before he allowed himself to remove his helmet. The mirror of their Father sculpted on that hairless head, tattooed by detailed hydra crowning the left side of his scalp. Cooper skinned and shimmering eyes of shifting colour, grimmed lips. Not a scar on his person nor blemish, untouched and the sheer...neutrality of his being was alien in its way.

"I know I can not convey much nor give answers to all queries or follow all coordination, but know you are all family despite the bickering - it is by merits, allowances, and imagined arrogances that keep us tarnish and apart."

The one privilege that the distant Primarch was allowed, he could see the dysfunctions of the Emperor's inner works but in that way - it was a curse.

@sanguiniusreborn

[iamomegon]

💕 @sanguiniusreborn You know it!

[iamomegon]

Vox Interruption

++ Siblings and Kindred, know this. 

I am watching...and support.

Do your best. Keep your strength. Keep your morals. 

Keep your heart.

Keep your fortitude. 

For Humanity.

For yourselves.

We all lead to the same thing in the end. ++

[sanguiniusreborn]

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Did it surprise Sanguinius to see his brother? No. It didn’t. Had he been mildly disturbed? Just a bit. The last he’d heard was that Alpharius Omegon lay dead at their brothers hand

“What are you doing here?”

[iamomegon]

“To see one of my brothers.” 

The being said with a morbid mirth, chuckling dryly under his hydra-crested helm. One would assume it could have been one of the countless aspired Alpha Legionnaires grafted to fit to be Alpharius Omegon, but the subtleties through the stoic being that have been the Last Founded Son of the Emperor was emphasized for his brother’s sake as he’ve often done. That little window to let his siblings recognize. 

“I never had the pleasure of seeing you, personally without the others’ shadows.” Alpharius answered, reaching to take his helmet off. The hiss of pressurized air coming loose before the helm did. Off to reveal the completely shaven normality of Alpharius Omegon; from the flawless cooper skin to the tattoos of slithering beasts crowning his scalp like a reptilian laurel crown. Eyes of shifting color looked onto the Imperial Angel with a soft curiosity.

The feeling of the Warp coming and going, shifting and suddenly stiff by the twitch of his shaped brows. 

“The wound cuts deep in you…”

[sanguiniusreborn]

“It does.” Sanguinius nodded, a hand subconsciously tracing where he was stabbed. “It was a sacrifice I was prepared to make. I saw my death vividly in dreams. I did not foresee coming back 10,000 years later.” A mild admission. Still, he smiled lightly at Alpharius.

“But I came back. For my sons.” And his brothers. But not the Emperor.

[iamomegon]

“Fate is a ocean of possibilities. One can never truly expect what will happen next - even in the five minutes.” 

Alpharius gave something of a smile, knowing full well that of all things, Sanguinius would return for his splintered legion. They have a great deal in the past millennia. The Tyranid Hive Fleet, especially. His eyes have seen the destruction laid. 

“We do many things for those we love, even if it seems otherwise.” 

[sanguiniusreborn]

@iamomegon liked for a starter!

Did it surprise Sanguinius to see his brother? No. It didn’t. Had he been mildly disturbed? Just a bit. The last he’d heard was that Alpharius Omegon lay dead at their brothers hand

“What are you doing here?”

[iamomegon]

“To see one of my brothers.” 

The being said with a morbid mirth, chuckling dryly under his hydra-crested helm. One would assume it could have been one of the countless aspired Alpha Legionnaires grafted to fit to be Alpharius Omegon, but the subtleties through the stoic being that have been the Last Founded Son of the Emperor was emphasized for his brother’s sake as he’ve often done. That little window to let his siblings recognize. 

“I never had the pleasure of seeing you, personally without the others’ shadows.” Alpharius answered, reaching to take his helmet off. The hiss of pressurized air coming loose before the helm did. Off to reveal the completely shaven normality of Alpharius Omegon; from the flawless cooper skin to the tattoos of slithering beasts crowning his scalp like a reptilian laurel crown. Eyes of shifting color looked onto the Imperial Angel with a soft curiosity.

The feeling of the Warp coming and going, shifting and suddenly stiff by the twitch of his shaped brows. 

“The wound cuts deep in you...”

[sanguiniusreborn]

Starter Call! Like/Reblog for some starters

[sanguiniusreborn]

Starter Call! Like/reblog for a starter!

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This is amazing. Source.

[iamomegon]

Prompt Announcement

The Primarch is going to be battle; who shall be his enemy?