Father and Son

If it weren't for the fact that various facilities along the way had been destroyed, they would never have believed that what they were seeing was real.

"What happened today is top secret; no one is allowed to reveal it," Azrael said in a deep voice.

"Yes!"

After the brief interlude at the Rock, the story moves to the Underhive of the Hive World within the Imperium.

"Oh dear, it's been so long since I've been to the Underhive. I have to say, I'm actually feeling a strange sense of nostalgia."

The Prince of Crows remained silent, but his gaze lingered on the sleeping Otani and the Night Haunter, who sat there talking to himself.

"Sit down, Jago, I think we need to have a serious talk."

Sevatar remained silent, sitting by the door, watching the suddenly appearing Gene-Father.

Indeed, the resonance of blood and soul does not lie.

But Prince of Crows must confirm it.

Is what he's facing now reality, or is it his last moment of lucidity before he goes completely insane?

"What? Sevatar, you've become distant after all these years?"

Sevatar remained silent, but his hands, clad in the Sinner's Red Armour, slowly clenched into fists.

Who exactly are you?

"I am Curze Konrad, the Primarch of the Night Lords, the Night Haunter, Curze Night Daemon, Lord of the Eighth Legion."

"He's dead. We saw his head cut off with our own eyes." Sevatar stared coldly at the Night Haunter.

"In the Khan's words, this must be the power of Emperor!"

"That's so melodramatic, I actually said that Old Cured Meat also possesses great power."

Sevatar said nothing, but he didn't believe a single word the Night Haunter had said.

"You are not the Gene-Father."

"Heh, interesting. Well then, tell me, why do you think I'm not?"

Sevatar paused for a second, then gave his answer, an answer that made even the Night Haunter chuckle.

You're not crazy.

"..."

"Pfft! Haha! Not crazy? How ironic, when did my Scions despise my madness?"

"But now, my Scions are using my madness to confirm whether I am truly myself!"

"Haha! This damned fate, what a cruel twist of destiny!"

"So... what about now?"

Buzz.

The Night Haunter unleashed his full Psychic Power, completely enveloping Sevatar.

Feeling that familiar Psychic Power, and the familiar tremor within my soul.

The powerful and composed Prince of Crows was momentarily stunned.

"You... you're not dead?!"

Sevatar longed to call him "father," wanting to know what had happened to his father over the years.

But when I think of the complete death of the Primarch, and the anger and sorrow contained in their Primarch at the time of their death, I can't help but think of it.

Think about it again: if the Gene-Father is still alive, why has he remained hidden for so long? Why hasn't he come out and revitalized the Eighth Legion?

When I think about these things, my feelings and the words I say completely change.

"To be precise, I was reborn."

"Rebirth?" Sevatar scoffed. "Only Warp God could come up with such nonsense."

"But the False Emperor has never admitted to being a god, and that's the most troublesome part."

"How can you prove that you are the Gene-Father, and not a conspiracy of Warp God?"

The Night Haunter said nothing, but his Psychic Powers provided the answer.

His Psychic Power gradually made contact with Sevatar's body, then gradually calmed the madness and anxiety in his mind.

During this process, Sevatar saw the Night Haunter's past memories.

He rose to prominence on Nostramo, became the Primarch of the Eighth Legion, joined the Glorious Great Crusade, betrayed the Imperium, and was subsequently Assassin.

Immediately afterwards, the soul of the Night Haunter was housed by the Emperor on the Golden Throne.

But Sevatar could never see what happened afterward.

What happened next?

"Then I came Resurrection, and then I came to find you."

But those memories are all the Mist before my eyes.

"Because those memories are so precious to me, I cannot show them to you."

The Prince of Crows remained silent for a long time before letting out a cold laugh.

"So this is why you Resurrection but didn't rebuild the Eighth Legion, leaving your Scions to wander and be displaced?"

"Or did you die once, and suddenly have an epiphany, becoming the False Emperor's obedient baby?"

"Now you want to drag us criminals into reforming?"

The Night Haunter's smile froze.

"Sevatar, you're still as sharp-tongued as ever after all these years."

"I'm just stating the facts, sir."

"Over the years, I've experienced a lot: the confusion, pain, and torment after death, and then rebirth—a complete sublimation from body to soul."

"Now I have returned, and following the instructions of my great father, I will revitalize the Eighth Legion. The Eighth Legion will then become his strongest shield and sharpest spear."

"In the end, you still want to lead us criminals to be good children for that damned False Emperor."

"You've reformed thoroughly enough, sir."

But this time, the Night Haunter was not provoked by Sevatar's words.

"Heh, Sevatar, my father was never the corpse sitting on the Golden Throne."

"That corpse is merely a tool of the Imperium of Man; it has nothing to do with me."

"So, my noble lord, which Chaos Gods from the Warp have you recognized as your father?"

"Recognizing a thief as one's father? Fine, it's better than reforming. After all, we're all criminals; recognizing a thief as one's father is in line with the criminal's style."

The Night Haunter fell silent, then took out a belt.

"It seems I still lack my father's refinement, but besides refinement, my father also has methods."

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

For the next half hour, Sevatar flew in the sky.

After finishing his cigarette, the Night Haunter felt much better.

"So now, can you let me finish what I have to say, my eldest son?"

Although Sevatar doesn't have any scars on his face now, his Power Armour has several minor dents.

"Now that's more like that mad Night Haunter. Tell me, Father, which Chaos Gods's lackey do we want to become?"

The Night Haunter did not answer Sevatar's question, and then another half hour of spinning tops ensued.

"I will allow you to rephrase your words once more, Prince of Crows."

This time, even Sevatar couldn't hold back anymore, wincing in pain.

"Well, great Gene-Father, what instructions did my grandfather give?"

Then Sevatar flew for another half hour.

"You madman! What are you trying to do?!"

Hearing Sevatar's roar, the Night Haunter laughed.

"Is my madness enough to confirm that I am who I am?"

Sevatar was taken aback.

He never imagined that his Gene-Father would become so eloquent.

"I'm absolutely certain, Father."

"Very well, my most beloved Scions. Then I will allow you to rephrase your words again. Think carefully before you speak."

This time, Sevatar remained silent for a long time before carefully choosing his words.

"Great Legion Primarch, my noble Gene-Father, please allow me to inquire: what expectations does your great and venerable father have for us?"

This time, the Night Haunter nodded in satisfaction.

"You have excellent comprehension, my eldest son, but everything your father asked me to do cannot be considered an expectation of the Eighth Legion."

"Because everything my father said was what the Eighth Legion should do."

"Then what should we do, Father?"

"First, we need to retrieve the Nightfall. Along the way, we'll need to clear up some old cases."

"I will obey your command."

"Then bring your girlfriend, let's go."