Primarch redemption

[Saint_Bepis]

Lorgar Redemption Story



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Enuncia is a subject of great fascination to most who knew of its existence. If one were to peruse the Imperial Archives, they would only be able to find a few instances of it. It was employed during the Heresy to great effect, by both loyalists and traitors. Yet only a few words are used at a time if multiple are used at all. Enuncia has both the power to create and destroy, and some theorize its purpose to be in the creation of the universe. Kasper Ansbach Hawser, used a word against a Daemon of the Lying God and came close to crippling his throat. I will be better than him as my plan demands it. I reached for another sheet of parchment, not one made of skin like I had used so many times but real parchment. I dipped my quill into an inkwell and began to write.

All I ever wanted was the truth. Remember those words as you read the ones that follow. My brother Corax taught me something when we fought last. I will admit that I never believed he could teach me anything about my faith, but when I laid my eyes on him that day I was struck with a terrible realization. All the power I now hold was granted to me by my idols. I truly believed that what I was given was from my own hard work finally being acknowledged in some way. I believed that there had to be a God somewhere in the Universe that must be served. When my Creator landed on Colchis, I felt him before he entered the system. I believed in him both as a God and as a Son, but I was betrayed by him, and he burned my greatest achievement. He was not a God worthy of worship. My new Gods seemed like they were the true gods. They whispered truths into my ears and while they were true, they were laced with lies. My Creator's Kingdom was rife with lies and hypocrisy, but when I stand back now with a clear mind away from the emotions of the moments that drove me away, I can now see through his eyes. I started with the ending of this latest one of my gospels, and now I pen the beginning. I will now tell you my conclusion. Faith is the soul of any person, be it vested in primitive religion or enlightened truth. It is by this faith that a person becomes more than flesh and blood. They become a story; one forged by their deeds serving a purpose to lead by example. They believe not only in some higher power but also in themselves. That is what I have been missing in my writing. For over 10,000 years I have left behind a trail of ruin and misery as I have been missing a fundamental truth about both the universe and myself. One that was not only hidden from me by Kor Pharon but also by the Gods I had sworn myself to. I am Lorgar, the Aurelian, I have found my spine, my mettle, and my truth. No Man, God, or Daemon will ever control me again.

I set my quill down and sealed the parchment into the beginning of my book. My latest work and my most important one. I placed it in an empty reliquary retrieved from the ashes of Monarchia and sealed it. Only one final puzzle piece needs to be in play. I summoned the dark council to my chambers. They followed my orders but I spoke nothing to them. I hid behind them and once the door was closed I attacked. Two members were slain before they knew what happened. Illuminarum crushed the heads of Sor Talgron and Sarabdal in one swing. The others turned but I was upon them and before they could react Marduk had joined the dead. The others rushed me. I dodged between two strikes and brought my maul down on Belagosa. The blood landed in the eyes of Ankh-Heloth blinding him. Erebus and Kor Pharon attacked as one but a blow to the gut knocked my adoptive father down while I knocked Erebus into the far wall with a fist to the face. Mothac came in close and Pharon attempted to grapple me but with a small knife taken from a Callidus Assassin, I stabbed through the Daemon armor and pierced Mothac's brain. He slumped to the ground as Erebus returned a blow to my face. I turned the blow into a knee strike at Kor Pharon who fell on his back; blood pouring from his nose. Erebus wound up for another strike, but Illuminarum rose up to meet his face, breaking it and casting him into the ceiling. Kor-Pharon attempted to scramble away, but my boot planted itself firmly on his chest. I raised my mace high above my head and looked directly into his eyes. He spoke to me "Do you have anything to say to the man who raised you as his son before you kill him?" I did not answer, instead bringing the mace crashing down, turning his face into liquid. Only after did I answer: "No." I said flatly to myself and I collected their blood with the gifts Khorne gave me sending them about the room painting the walls ceiling and floor in chaos symbols. Only one spot remained; the floor underneath me.

Enuncia is a way to enforce truth. I never even realized something like this was even possible. In my quest to find the truth after my fight with Corvus I learned of Enuncia. It had been hidden from me at every opportunity on my journey by a myriad of opponents but now it was mine to command and I carved the symbol into the floor with the spikes of my maul each line destroyed another spike until none remained on Illuminarium and I began my ritual. The vast energies of the Immaterium swirled about me in their hues of red, green, purple, and blue. I drew on more power than I ever thought possible and the walls broke away around me as they rearranged themselves. The single word of Enuncia beneath me was the only platform remaining. I raised Illuminarum above my horned head and spoke aloud one sentence that I drilled into my memory crafted after centuries of preparation. The Warp bulged around me as the transformation took hold ripping the taint of Chaos from my soul and I felt a burning from within my chest. 4 Arms ripped their way through the maelstrom of power surrounding the ruins of my tower speaking their poisoned words and now that I was getting free I could feel the slime dripping from every letter. I faced them all as they drew closer and spoke directly to my former jailors. "You are Idols of Falsehood, rotting from within, wretched lords of ruin and architects of sin. But I have seen truth in the eyes of the free. Not in the Warp, but in Humanity." They drew closer and my heart began to race at the impending danger, but I continued, the words rushing from my lips. Thoughts I had been holding on for too long sharpened my tongue. "Strike me down, but I will not kneel. I serve no Throne forged in the unreal. Idols of Falsehood! Your Dominion Ends! I AM LORGAR AND I DO NOT BEND!" My voice rose louder over them as I made my declaration known. The red hand reached me and attempted to grab me but before it could touch me a thin film flowed over me and I felt a warm caress. "Continue." A familiar deep voice commanded as a word of Enuncia spilled unbidden from my mouth. The force of it blew apart the arm sending fragments into the roaring currents of the warp around me.

"I am no Beast; I build with my verse and not my blade. Your war is endless and your pride is a chain. I will not speak your name." I rebuked. The blue arm coiled around itself reached but was stopped again and I spoke another word of Enuncia. The force uncoiled the arm, sending it spinning away into the tides of the twilight sea. Another rebuke tore itself from my throat "Knowledge combined with damnation is no gift. Your conceit knows no bounds and your plans are worth ash. I will not speak your name." The purple arm clothed in ink and fine silk reached me but could not force its way past the barrier. Yet another word pulled itself from my mouth, scorching my teeth as it did so. The force stripped the ink from the arm and cast it upwards sailing beyond all sight. My third rebuke came tumbling forth "I have seen that which makes you cheer and all it does it make me sick. Your excess is bloat covered in the skin of excellence, yet there is nothing good in you. I will not speak your name." The last arm green and festering with bugs and fumes made no attempt to grab me but began waiting. The last word of Enuncia tumbled forth, ripping the maggots and fleas from the wounds in the arm. The arm was cut into more pieces than one could count and fell into the abyss below me. My last rebuke came forth in a horse voice. "A short life with purpose is far greater than a long life without it. Your idea of being a kind tree has its roots in the swap of laziness. I will not speak your name." With my words finished the glow around me fades in accordance with my appearance returning to normal. The warp currents around me began to fluctuate as I no longer could control them. Sicarius around me had been ripped apart and I closed my eyes hoping my work would keep me safe as the warp around me detonated.

I awoke in a forest to a bright light in the sky. The Great Rift was glowing a bright golden color. It shone like a sun and as I looked I felt my hands grow warm. I looked down at them as they glowed the same color. I looked back up as the Rift slowly stopped glowing and disappeared from sight. My hand gripped Illuminarium and I stood up with a small smile on my face and set out to teach the Truth to the people of this world. First though I grabbed my relinquary from where it lay next to me and using a spike on it scratched the symbols from my pauldrons and put one foot in front of the other on my new path.