Where did humanity's future lie?
Beneath the grand design, how were you meant to walk, you miracle?
The Traitor Primarch turned his head. In the instant before his soul truly hung suspended, his twin eyes reflected all of heaven and earth—darkness, boundless darkness and greed.
Before his soul could even scream, the darkness lunged forth, drowning him, drowning each other, drowning everything—drowning his unfinished ambitions, drowning his hopes, drowning his soul.
Before immense regret and pain could descend upon him, darkness had already dragged him down into the fall.
Another Fate
Past/Memory
[Rebellion.]
Horus paused before speaking. The unfavored primarch turned around to look at Mortarion. He seemed somewhat afraid of Mortarion's gaze, and the moment their eyes met, his own immediately shifted away.
[I have already heard Sanguinius out, and I have already made my decision. I believe it is the right decision—but, Mortarion, no offense intended, may I ask once more why you made this choice? Guilliman told me that you were the first to decide...]
[To become a primarch who would make a deal with the gods of the Warp.]
Mortarion added flatly, a faint smile appearing on his pale, bloodless face.
[Because our father is dragging the entire Imperium into the abyss,]
the primarch said slowly, enunciating every word clearly.
[How long has it been since he last met with us? Horus, a full ninety-six years. Since he left and returned to Terra—all Astropaths have been able to see the Warp storms growing ever more violent within the Solar System.]
[Sanguinius has already emphasized it to you, so I will not say more. The only certainty is that it is a Warp storm raised by some immensely powerful and evil sacrificial ritual.]
He stopped and watched Horus's reaction, but Horus merely looked at him,