Another Thread of Fate
Past
[There were so many of them... That truly surprised me. Like vermin—no, far more numerous than vermin.]
Guilliman spoke languidly. He wore light armor, gold thread glittering across his satin azure coat. The wineglass turned between his fingers, while the scent of blood seemed to drift beneath Lorgar's nose.
[Hadn't you promised me this purge would end soon, Lorgar... my friend?]
The misguided believer Lorgar felt his heart tighten. He looked up, following Guilliman—his master's—gaze toward the screen. There, an entire planet had been encircled. Across its surface, the Word Bearers were slaughtering the aberrants within their Legion.
Beyond the planet, Ultramarines warships floated silently, starlight tracing arcs along their straight hulls.
Lorgar's throat constricted. After that meeting with Mortarion and Guilliman, she had become even more resolute in her decision to pledge loyalty to Roboute Guilliman.
Her loyalty had earned her a reward. Guilliman had revealed his true plan to Lorgar—
The great king had turned his gaze toward Terra, his azure eyes filled with determination and mercy. Humanity needed liberation from that tyrant. This was the right choice, and Lorgar Aurelian had naturally chosen to follow him.
Without question, without wavering.
But first... Guilliman needed an absolute force. He would not permit aberrants among the armies that followed him. This was how Guilliman had taught his Legion, and now he required Lorgar and her Word Bearers to do the same.
And so, the slaughter and purge began.
They would shave away those who believed in the False Emperor from the Legion.
Sweat slid down Lorgar's brow. She stared tensely at the screen, hoping her Legion would try a little harder. But to her astonishment, even after she had given the Legion the proper religious instruction, there were still countless warriors who switched sides