Nimrod stepped out of the luxury suite and looked at the two Reapers clad in red armor, scythes branded onto their breastplates.
Both had neat short hair and deep black eyes. Their crimson helmets hung from their left arms, revealing the lustrous yellow skin of their necks.
They looked like miniature versions of himself.
Neither carried Bolters. Instead, they wielded Chainswords and Bolt Pistols.
Ravagers.
As Nimrod assessed the two men, his Gene-sons looked back at their father.
The moment they saw their Primarch's face, it was as though they had beheld a god descending into the world, and their minds went briefly blank.
Their right hands instinctively loosened around the weapons they had kept tightly gripped. Their thirst for slaughter temporarily calmed.
Unlike when they had met Horus, when they could only sense a Primarch's power, they felt far more from their father.
They did not yet know how to describe the feeling. Once they recovered, they instinctively gripped the weapons at their waists.
Only after drawing strength from them did the two Reapers walk toward Nimrod.
On the observation gallery, Horus, who was reporting to The Emperor, turned his head, faintly anticipating that something might happen.
A moment later, he saw the two men lower their heads and drop to one knee before their Primarch.
"Father, I am Saisak, Lord of Reaping of the First Company."
"Father, I am Sanchez, Lord of Reaping of the 7th Company."
"They pledged their loyalty to their Primarch without a second thought," Horus said. "I thought they would resist more. They are very proud, after all."
"When I entrusted them to you, your sons were no different."
The Emperor spoke as his golden eyes watched the encounter unfolding below.
"Come with me."
Nimrod spoke to his two sons as they rose, then