Horus had naturally seen everything Maloghurst had done. Nothing could escape the Wolf Lord's gaze. Like the Eye of Horus adorning his chest, he could see through all things.
"Come. I have acquired the Blackstone Fortress, and I am very satisfied with your gift."
"Master of the Forge, Vashtorr."
At Horus's whisper, the Master of the Forge who had appeared before emerged from the Chaos eight-pointed star rune upon the floor of the throne hall.
"Just as I said before, I am a being of my word," Vashtorr said, his voice like the roar of machinery. "I never let my allies suffer losses."
When Horus had first encountered Vashtorr, though the other party had appeared sincere, he had not agreed to sign a pact out of caution.
But after obtaining the Blackstone Fortress Vashtorr had spoken of in the Pacificus Sector, Horus changed his mind.
A contract burning with black forge-fire materialized within the throne room of the Vengeful Spirit. This time, Horus signed his name at the bottom in his own blood.
The moment the contract was completed, both Horus and Vashtorr felt a binding force from The Empyrean. They had to fulfill the terms of the pact, or suffer the backlash of the Sea of Souls.
At last, the Master of the Forge revealed a heartfelt smile. At last, he had earned Horus's trust.
With this, his grander ambitions and goals had a chance of becoming reality. As an independent Warp entity, Vashtorr had never wanted to serve as a Warp arms dealer at the side of the four Chaos Gods.
What he wanted was simple. The Master of the Forge wished to stand on equal footing with the other Warp gods and become one point of the Chaos eight-pointed star. That was the meaning of his existence