"The Traitor has no name."
Divine Lu Jin spoke from behind Ahriman.
The Traitor limped along, sickly and crippled. Unlike the other marchers of the Blood Sea March, his gaze was not vacant, but exceptionally resolute and filled with hatred.
Ahriman thought that perhaps The Traitor's experiences had left a vivid mark upon humanity's projections and concepts within the Warp. That was why he was completely different from the others who had lost themselves.
"Do you know his story?"
When Lu Jin asked this, Ahriman merely shook his head blankly.
Although Ahriman had investigated everything, even knowing of the conflict between the Grey Prophet and Samoa, the Rebel Army's spiritual leader, he truly did not know the specific deeds of The Traitor and the Savior.
Those two had been primitives. Other than knowing that one had been a traitor and the other a savior who laid the foundation for human society, what else could later generations have known?
"The Traitor was injured during a hunt."
Lu Jin slowly recounted what Ahriman knew, and what he did not.
"The strongest member of their kind, the Savior, rescued him."
"But this is neither a fable meant to teach people to pursue morality and goodness, nor a perfect revenge tale in which a good man is killed by an evil man, only for the good man's descendants to kill the evil man."
"They were both pivotal figures at a turning point in the evolution of the Human Species."
"What they had most in common was their inability to cast off their beastly nature."
"The Savior did indeed save The Traitor. Then he took everything The Traitor possessed."
"To The Traitor, this was merely the story of a former skilled hunter reduced to a parasite within his tribe. As he lay in the corner