Abaddon accepted the power of Chaos.
Because he needed the power of Chaos.
But he also knew that the power of Chaos could not be trusted.
He had refused ascension not because ascension was what he wanted.
It was because he wanted to find his brothers in the Black Legion a goal—a reason to live, and something worth fighting for.
That goal was to destroy the Imperium.
After all, that had been their objective from the beginning, as they marched toward the graveyard of the Imperium.
And now, he wanted to destroy the human Imperium and expand his own power.
When that time came.
"When that time comes."
"..."
As for what would happen then.
He had not actually decided what he wanted to do. He was merely repeating the Imperium's invasions time and time again, completing the mission Horus had failed to complete. As for whether that mission had been a mistake, he no longer cared.
Was he supposed to prove that the betrayal he and his Black Legion brothers had committed, and the war they had waged for ten thousand years, had all been wrong?
Would that not be declaring that everything they had done over those ten thousand years had been the antics of clowns?
Right or wrong, they could no longer turn back.
Even if Horus stood before them, they could not turn back. They could only continue onward.
Either destroy the Imperium.
Or be destroyed by the Imperium.
So rather than be destroyed by the Imperium, they might as well destroy this Imperium that should have shattered long ago.
In Abaddon's eyes.
Cadian's desperate resistance was like an ant trying to stop a chariot.
He had calculated everything.
Cadia was destined to fall. The great Black Crusade was destined to triumph, and the human Imperium