"...Khayon... Khayon is my brother. I can't do this." Abaddon still resisted Carlos's temptation, but his tone no longer carried the same firm dominance as before.
Hidden in the darkness, Carlos gave a cold smile. The time was nearly ripe. All he needed was to give Abaddon a gentle push, and he would hand over Khayon's sister's soul. The rest of the plan would then fall into place naturally.
Carlos's head that could see into the past stirred to life. He mocked Abaddon, "You claimed the Black Legion would become something entirely new, united by the will of all. It would no longer be enslaved by The Emperor, nor bow behind cowardly Primarchs. It would cast aside weak homesickness and despair; Loyalty and conviction would become the bonds between you. The shame of the past would scatter with the wind, and from this day on, no one present would be the descendants of a failed father. You promised them that as long as they aided you, they would all have the right to board the Vengeful Spirit. Every one of them would be a founding elder of the new Legion, a brother to you, the Warmaster."
At this point, Carlos let out two mocking, crazed laughs. "You made it sound so wonderful. But what did you actually do? During the Sixth Black Crusade, you fought alongside Drecarth's Eye's Children Warband. You attacked Akres Forge World, and after your victory, the two of you addressed your men. Yet you shamelessly ambushed Drecarth, making him watch helplessly as every member of the Eye's Children Warband knelt and swore allegiance to you. And that was not enough. You even killed and sacrificed Drecarth. He, too, was a Son of Horus—one of your brothers—yet you betrayed his trust in you like this."
"And your