"Interesting. Truly interesting. Which Primarch besides Mortarion had ever been so thoroughly set up by his Legion's First Captain?"
"May our Lord of Death find redemption within the domain of the true god of life and decay."
Within a secret chamber aboard the Trisagion, Erebus, known as the Hand of Destiny, suddenly heard something immensely amusing amid the whispers of Chaos at his ear.
Whispers from the Warp were one of the signs of Chaos corruption. When an individual often felt that some entity was speaking to them, it meant that certain beings had already set their sights on them.
But Erebus was different. No matter how many whispers came from the Warp, they had no effect on him, because his "purity" exceeded even that born of Chaos corruption.
Contamination always spread from places of high concentration to places of low concentration. Warp corruption worked by the same principle.
He was corruption itself. Even a Chaos daemon might sigh at the sight of him and lament the inadequacy of its own purity.
If people like Kor Phaeron, Calas Typhon, and Maloghurst had chosen to embrace the Warp after experiencing many things, then Erebus had never fallen.
Because from the moment of his birth, he had stood at the bottom of the abyss. How could the concept of falling even apply to him?
He was the true culprit behind the fall of the Word Bearers and Lorgar, the driving force behind Horus being ensnared and corrupted by the Four Gods. Even if he had only indirectly influenced Calas Typhon, he had still delivered to Nurgle a Primarch who had long been promised to him.
Perhaps, like his title of Hand of Destiny, his existence truly had pushed the fates of countless Primarchs toward their turning points. In an even broader sense,