#ask!memes

[thebrokengodofmischief]

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send ❣ and i will make an 8 song playlist for our muses

You Are The Reason - Callum Scott

Fire Meet Gasoline - Sia

End of the World - Juliet Simms

Salvation - Gabrielle Aplin

Come Back To Me - Trading Yesterday

Bound to You - Christina Aguilera

I Get to Love You - Ruelle

I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles) - Sleeping At Last

[mortuis-angelus]

What brings you nostalgia? Why?

“Rare are the moments to which I can afford the chance to think upon the past, however the poleaxe in which I carry is a weapon I have had for a very long time.“ Zeruel begun, his words gentle, far more than usual. “I have always used weapons such as this, even when I was but a young knight in the Order. To which I must say that the weapon which came before, though crafted finely, was nothing compared to what I carry today.““However, I still commit to sharpening its edge and it was something that I have always done beneath the night sky, allowing the moment of solace to overtake me even if my guard is never truly down.“ Drawing in a breath, Zeruel continued. “It makes me feel young again, to remember what life I once had back on Caliban. It reminds me of home and to which I believe I do not need to speak more on.“Zeruel fell silent for a long while, his hand brushing against the deactivated edge of his weapon. One might see the faint scratches across the fingers of his gauntlets suggesting this to be something he does quite often. Listening to the gentle scraping sounds of ceramite against hardened steel tempered in the forge of battle against so many. The weapon itself was and always had been an extension of Zeruel’s combat prowess and as such, it had become apart of him in such a way that he could never rid himself of it. This weapon had been made in the forges of Caliban and such memories were few and far between, regardless of how childish he considered such moments to be... he enjoyed them all the same.

[mortuis-angelus]

What’s one memory with a friend that you’re fond of?

Zeruel contemplated this question for some time before he even begun to think upon speaking. Though none would see it, there was a rare crack of a smile written upon features that had been hidden for a very long time. Turning to the one who asked the question he allowed the haft of his poleaxe to rest on the ground and he spoke.

“Most of my friends have long since passed, hunted down and captured by our brothers who still hold true to the Lion himself.“ His voice sounded far more distant than normal, as if lost in a memory he did not wish to lose. “It is hard to remember sometimes, after I emerged back into the galaxy at large. However, it was with a mortal in which I had many correspondences with. He would speak of old stories from Terra’s libraries and in earnest, I enjoyed listening to them. I would oft wonder what cultures and traditions would spin such tales. Amid the Crusade, I would seek this mortal out quite often, but there was one story he spoke of.“

“He spoke of it for days after he had read it to me.“ Zeruel paused. “However... I cannot remember its name... or who he even was...“

[mortuis-angelus]

🙁 What do they consider to be their worst quality? What actually is their worst quality?

“My Loyalty.“ He admits. “It is because of Loyalty that I have done things in which I would never have done. Because of me, many more have suffered far worse fates than I and for which I find to be unforgivable. I have caused the capture of entire families and torn lives apart due to my crimes of the past. It is because of Loyalty that I am not yet dead upon some forgotten battlefield, I am still fighting for my fellow Fallen and for the memory of Caliban.“

Zeruel’s worst quality is the fact that he has been subjugated to the worst in which the galaxy has to offer and he simply accepts it. Where injustice might move you or I to act, he does not and simply turns a blind eye, labeling it to be simply unavoidable. Because of this truth, he feels himself incapable of judging his brothers or those whom he owes blood debts or debts of any kind to, leading him to work for the likes of the Dark Eldar and on occasion Chaos Cults which had helped him through pathways of the galaxy to ensure the brothers closest to him remain safe. In a way, it could be his loyalty, but its how callous he can be at times. Some moments he can show great compassion and the willingness to act upon it, but if circumstances are correct, he will leave people who have followed him to die in the dust.

[mortuis-angelus]

💅 What are some things they have strong opinions about?

Zeruel took a moment to ponder the question, considering a great deal as to what might constitute as a strong opinion. After a moment of silence, he lifted his helm and looked upon he who had asked and from his helm’s external speakers, his voice came.

“For all the events in my life I have always believed that my greatest defining moment took place when I was stolen from Caliban. It has set deep within me a wish to not absolve myself but to live my life as I would dictate it. Though weapons we are, I feel that even as Astartes, we cannot escape the truth of who we are at heart and I feel that despite our wish to serve for a greater cause, it is always to our self that we shall act. Even if it is out of Faith, but faith, honor and glory are simply paths set out before us that shape the very color of our souls and the conduct of our intentions. Regardless, I feel that we will never be able to escape what we are truly meant to be, at our cores we are forged by gene and action and battle. Never will we stray from who were always were, even in denial it is apart of us. Such as it is, this is why I believe I can no more render judgement on any other man than I could myself. I betrayed my Lord for what I thought was right and in truth I would do so again. I cannot escape this and I will not ignore the crimes of the past nor will I falter on this truth. We are and always will be, those whom we were truly meant to be... for we are the sum of our experiences but even our experiences can only shape so little of the truth.“

[mortuis-angelus]

🔫 What would they die for? Kill for?

“Greatest among all of the reasons I might sacrifice and kill for, it is no longer the Imperium that I would do this for. Such as it is, the reason in which I move and slay those who impede my progress has and always will be for the reason of my brothers. I have always slain others for my brothers, disregarding the honor and glory that one might receive from slaying such great quarries that I have both tracked and slaughtered. That is what the pelt upon my shoulders means, I would kill for my brothers just as I would die for them.”Zeruel nodded solemnly, considering his answer quite carefully as he remained motionless. “However, my will and life is not my own to spend. I would die for any whom I possess a debt to, just as I would kill for them. Though once I was a knight, I can no more separate that from myself than the truth that I am of the First Legion, a Dark Angel, a Son of Caliban. I will always honor my debts and traditions.”

[mortuis-angelus]

21. in a moment of anger

Zeruel El’Calanhad had taken it upon himself to stand apart from the Word Bearers that sought to revere their glorious and unholy icons. He looked upon the fear stricken faces of each and every one of the slaves and his thoughts turned inward towards the final moments of Caliban. It was no secret that he had no taste for the reverence in which his religious cousins had sought to become exemplars for. It wasn’t something that he understood well, but to see faces of the hopeless was taking a mirror to the face he hid from himself ages ago. It was no distant rumor that he was here at the behest of an old debt which dated back during a brief engagement.

He had killed Imperial soldiers in order to preserve the identity of several Fallen and in order to commit to such action, he had made... deals. Many of which he had come to regret as he charged across the galaxy, diving through the Eye itself in order to arrive where he needed to be. Yet they were brothers, fellow sons of Caliban which still survived and even should the galaxy wish to expunge them from memory, he could not. It was the endless quest that he had spoken only to himself upon his return to the galaxy at large. What suffering he had endured was only proof of his will to do what needed to be done, damning the consequences and personal sacrifices.

Turning his attention away, he felt his anger lift itself into the forefront of his thoughts once more as he strode through the sacrificial pens. He knew that with the loss of the Dark Apostle, the council would not give a champion up with such skill. They would be foolish to do so and thus, Zeruel had other intentions in mind if only to absolve him from the debt that he had owed. He had his faith and the Word Bearers had theirs, certainly there was something to be found there. The towering Astartes let his hands curl into tightened fists as he continued down the hall, ignoring the high pitched screams.

He took a series of winding corridors to find the Primarch of the Word Bearer’s in all his unholy and wretched glory. It was difficult for Zeruel to look upon him, even after all that he had seen. However, the Astartes steeled himself and strode across the room waiting for a simple nod to approach. It was no distant thing that Zeruel had grown to at least respect Lorgar himself for the dedication he had woven to his chosen path. Regardless of where it led him and his Legion, and it was true that Zeruel felt as though he would never be able to judge any outside of his own legion.

The judgement of those who made such blunders were meaningless, he had reminded himself. Since, he had only accepted the consequences of what had befallen him and now he lived an existence of war and survival.

“Lord Primarch.“ Zeruel begun to speak as he clasped with the towering demi-god touched by the Immaterium. “I come to you in both anger and respect.“

“Angry not with you, but myself.“ He continued. “I served and have slain for the Dark Apostle Enoch as best as I was expected, to which I know that would absolve me of my debt, but I remained as promised. Lord Primarch, I have done much to save the only remaining thing in the galaxy to which I hold dear and believe in. My Brothers and while had I not obligations to honor and protect them, I would continue.“

“I am angry at myself for speaking these words.“ He stated, falling silent. “I plead with you, when your legion makes their judgement. Pardon me from this debt. I have repaid it and should you need me again, I will come to your aid. However, you have your pursuits and I have mine.“

“I wish only to seek and protect what remains of my home.” Zeruel having said his piece inclined his head. “If you will excuse me Lord Primarch, the duties that Enoch had entrusted me with, I will see to them until a decision is made.“

As he let go, Zeruel stepped from Lorgar’s chambers and disappeared to where he would stand watch once more, dealing with the denizens of the Immaterium once more, should they seek to test the vessels’ crew once more.