(A semi-chronological series of first meetings of the other Primarchs with Itzel, and their thoughts on him)
Lion finds him, the too-loud brother with his dozens and dozens of scars and mismatched eyes and a voice that booms. He is loud. He is loud in every possible way. His weapon looks too crude to be more than a cudgel, even if Lion will see him wield it later and recognize the quality make of it. If he could, he would go back and ensure this planet's coordinates are as lost as possible.
Lion does not like this brother. It is unfortunate that his brother is quite fond of him.
Horus meets him next, matching his passion, his energy, his sheer joy at finding another missing piece of humanity. If his brother is gleeful like a child, Horus is gleeful like a brother who feared he would never get to do this again.
He likes this new brother, even as they realize how little they have in common for now. His brother calls Horus such with no hesitation, and they clasp hands in farewell as though they've done it a thousand times before.
Dorn watches the new one walk across a courtyard on legs that are barely steady, even if only another Primarch would notice. He sees eagerness in every atom of the other's body, but a blank slate in his eyes, in the way he looks at everything around them, as though none of it but sky and people makes sense to him. He's fascinated by even things like chairs, a child's open curiosity shining on his face the entire time they speak.
There is no reason to actively dislike this one, even if he sees no reason to be fond of him either. Strange, Dorn will think to himself. His brother is quite strange.
Perturabo dislikes the newest brother the instant Horus introduces him. He is loud, he is clearly uncivilized, and he seems in awe of even the most basic things, like the rocks on the ground. He compliments the building's frankly dullard construction and asks if Perturabo made it. As though he would ever lower himself to such mediocrity.
His brother is a savage, he decides at the end of that meeting, a savage with no true skills in leadership. If the Emperor had failed in anything, it was that one of His sons would behave like this.
Fulgrim finds Horus's request quaint, and the accompanying meeting odd. There is something in there, he knows, a fellow brother that has labored and seen a harsh existence take its toll on his people, but it is lost beneath the mixture of naiveté and brashness.
It may be best for them to keep distance, though at least his brother's people are capable of understanding the beauty of the blades.
Mortarion is too tired to truly hate, but he resents the sheer volume their newest found Primarch carries himself with. Or, though he'll deny it to anyone save Calas, perhaps it's the confidence. Mortarion's scars are hidden, while his brother's are displayed almost as a personal pride. Mortarion's weakness is shameful. His brother does not conceal how damaged he has been. Mortarion knows what atrocities they all commit in their Father's name, even if the others prefer to dress them as something better than that. His brother does not seem to even understand what an atrocity is.
He is too tired to hate, but not too tired to wish his brother was quieter and more covered up and less hopeful about the spiral humanity is drowning itself in.
Ferrus finds his brother odd, but not impossibly so. He had grown up alone. His brother had grown up on water. Ferrus does not understand connections easily. His brother does not understand land easily. They have that much in common.
Ferrus is less inclined to respect him as anything more than a fellow Primarch, but he enjoys the questions asked and will spare the patience to answer each one.
Vulkan meets his brother for the first time when being given thanks for the new armor he and Ferrus had made. His brother is exactly as Ferrus described him, scarred all over and smiling so openly that it is as though he does not know what has been done to him. He thanks Vulkan for the armor with a gift of his own, a map of Nocturne as Vulkan has never seen it before. They talk for more than a few hours that night.
His brother is certainly odd, Vulkan will not deny it, but his eyes gleam like coals and his words strike as precisely as any decent smith's hits would. Vulkan is fond of this brother.
Nighthaunter is torn between hating this brother for his idiocy, pardoning him given his ignorance of the Imperium's true atrocities, and hating his brother for the idiocy required to be so ignorant of what their Father permits done in His name. He knows already how this brother's life ends, how all of the paths to that end are riddled with their own pains.
His brother hugs him and dims the lights on his flagship when Nighthaunter visits and does not understand a single thing Nightuanter tries to warn him of. It would be so much easier, Nighthaunter thinks, if his brother did not wear his heart on his non-existent sleeve.
Angron hates him. Angron hates every single thing about his brother from the moment they lock eyes. This is what their Father wanted of Angron, a loyal dog too stupid to realize that is has been leashed. A fool. An ignorant, High Rider-loving fool.
Angron does not shake his brother's hand. He controls himself only enough to not strangle his brother on the spot, and ignores the dying thought stream that tells him his brother's smile was genuine.
Magnus is confused for quite some time at how this brother manages to be so alike Russ and yet so different before finding out that his planet has little in the way of written records. All the more confused about how many things the brother knows without having had any sort of formal education. A brilliant mind hidden beneath that primitive upbringing.
The missing pieces can be replaced. His brother is a scholar in his own right, not a fool. He will understand everything with the right teacher, and Magnus is happy to be that teacher whenever necessary.
Lorgar tries to avert his eyes from his newest brother's differences, with only some success. Though he cannot match the sheer passion of his brother, he tries, projecting all the warmth he can as they navigate the canyon of difference between them. It is far easier to turn that warmth genuine when he hears of how much his brother admires their Father and His attempts to unify humanity. He even compares His power to the powers of his home planet's entire way of being.
This one, Lorgar thinks, understands. It does not matter how different they are in upbringing, in dress, in way of life. This much, they have in common.
Leman had expected a great warrior, a powerful drinker, and a Primarch quite like himself in his brother, by Horus's boasts and Lion's resentful comparisons. He had gotten those in this brother, yes, but not quite in the way of any true Fenrisian. His brother takes council from what must be a pack of bedwarmers, heeds the orders of baseliners away from battle, and squints at Freki and Geri with such focus that Leman would suspect him of attempted killing were he a witch.
They break bread at the end of the battle, but Russ will suffer no grief to have his brother's strangeness taken as far from him as Horus's instructions allow.
Sanguinius had been excited to meet this brother after Horus's long assurance of his quality as a warrior and a heart to his legion, a feeling which ends when his brother stakes him for a giant bird and attempts to shoot him down. It is an ill beginning to their joint campaign, during which Sanguinius realizes his brother is as savage as the Astartes he leads. Their post-battle action makes the Night Lords appear civilized, and Sanguinius feels the last of his hopes die after his brother sends over a threat disguised in mocking apology.
They are brothers because their Father has made them so. Sanguinius will not call the aberration by that title, and will shed no tears for his passing.
Neither Alpharius nor Omegon introduce themself to their brother as a fellow Primarch, though both met him. He seems to know they are twins, but not that they are related to him. Infiltration proves nearly impossible, the structures of the ship leading to the deaths of their agents, and the few pieces of documentation they manage to retrieve point to a legion that keeps its records orally and in a cypher so strange and condensed that it is useless likely to even the legion's own Terran-born.
Alpharius-Omegon do not know what to make of their brother besides that he is different, and that difference leads to change. They retrieve their few surviving spies and hope from afar that their newest brother will not cause any trouble for them or himself.
edit: check the rb's for pt2 with the brothers that never met him.
Everybody, calm down. The teaser image from today just means that the announcement in 15 days is just going to be that Bohi of the Itzel is going to be a main character in the next expansion.
(okay hehe this is a small fic about the lore of the entire universe, this took me some time but i feel content with the end result, hope ya guys like it :>)
There was once a void, a void which dominated the entire universe, no sound, no light, nothing. Until one sudden moment, a small fragment of light appeared within the void, it stood out between the other nothingness, and over time, it kept growing and growing. Eventually, when it was big enough, it gained consciousness. It realized it could think, create, destroy, anything they wanted, they could make. They started making clouds, if they were going to be in an empty void, they at least wanted a nice soft place to rest in. Once they were done with the clouds, they realized those couldn't just… stay over nothing, what would their purpose be? So, they created the sky, the ground, land, animals, fauna… Ah, it was just all so beautiful. Their most perfect creation was felines, or at least they thought of it as their most perfect, so they decided to morph into a form close-adjacent to ones.
Once they had finished everything, they went back up to the clouds, curling up into a ball and resting, yet… they couldn't help but feel… lonely. They had created so many beautiful places, wonderful creatures, yet they still felt a selfish desire for company, or at least, something that could be aware of their presence. And once again, they began creating again, shaping a new form of life: Angels. Holy beings like them to stay above the clouds and keep her company, maybe even watch over the fragile beings down on Earth. Everything was going wonderful, the animals would live below the clouds, and when they passed away, could join the angels and the new god above. That was, until a species started developing from the seas, after time, it developed to have consciousness, one like the god once experienced for the first time. The new species began to form groups, grow stronger, evolve… They didn't even look like the creatures the god had once created. Scared, yet curious, they decided to wait to see what the new species would do, and so, humans formed. Beings with an intelligent mind of their own, began shaping the Earth, bending it around, using resources for entirely different purposes. It was something terrifying for the angels above, but the god? They found it amusing and they insisted on keeping the new species around.
At a certain point, everything went back to how things were before, humans living down on Earth, and when they died, they would go above the clouds once more. Ah, the god was right once more, everything was under control!
Now, of course, this isn't a story about humankind, so let's return to the story resting on the skies. Certain angels would be assigned to take care of the human beings, personally trained by the god to do their job and make sure to bring peace and safety to the species. One day, one of the trained angels, the best one of their class, asked to speak with the god directly. Nadi, the angel, focused all her courage and asked for the blessing of the god for her to marry her love, Itzel. The god, amused by the new concept of “love” (something they thought was only for humans) gladly accepted and even attended the wedding. The god continued checking on the new couple, eventually becoming “friends” all together.
The god, now with a new identity formed by their friends, morphed once more, becoming softer, and more cat-adjacent (now with the introduction of cats as a list of animals). The god changed their name to Izbel, and turned into the Goddess. Of course, same title and powers as before. Now of course, she didn't want to keep her new friends behind on the adjustments, and decided to honor them both with the titles of second in command. They would now reign over the heavens as a trinity, making sure that everything functioned perfectly and in an organized and fair manner.
But alas, you can't have a story and keep everything working perfectly, even if you're Goddess, things can still move behind your back, and that was exactly what was happening somewhere between the clouds. Hidden deep between their softness, a small speck of the void that once filled the universe was resting and growing like the Goddess in the past, yet this time, when the creature rose up from within the clouds, it didn't have the same kind thoughts as the Goddess when they realized they had the same power. No, this new being only thought of using those powers for mischief and chaos. Once they were fully grown, they morphed their appearance into one resembling the demons from under the Earth, but this one was pitch-black, and only one red eyed stood out from the figure.
As the Goddess was resting at her house, her friends were out on vacation enjoying the heavens. She was focused on cooking something nice, when the creature quietly lurked behind her. It turned on the stoves and cursed them with hellish fire, making them grow in intensity extremely quickly. When the Goddess finally realized the fire burning down half of her home, it was too late, and they were burnt down with it.
The creature had thought they had won the battle, but between the ashes of the house, the Goddess formed once again, but something was different… When they had burnt down, the fire mostly attacked her head, going through her flesh, bones and going straight to her core, setting all their memories and personality ablaze. The new Izbel had the same form (with a few burn scars, and her eyes further away from each other), but she was completely different on the insides.
Her mindfulness, intelligence and empathy had all been lost under the incident. She continued reigning over the heavens as always, but she didn't feel as compelled as before to help others. The selfish desires she had once dreaded were now the only thing that motivated her to use her power again, mostly to mess up with her best friend and right-hand angel, Nadi, constantly tormenting her. Although she didn't seem as inclined to doing evil, she was certainly not inclined to do good either.
The creature (now aptly named Creechur by Izbel and the angels) was not satisfied, and continued sneaking into the clouds to continue causing mischief, although it always ended up being struck down by Izbel or other angels when they noticed them.
And now, as the Goddess that once kept everything under control was no more, the peace that came along with her was going to slowly start fading until the world turned into a chaos.
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