Editing Dragons Fangs (section)

===The Daemon Muse===

====The Strange World of Kos====

During one of his conquest, the Primarch landed on the world of Kos, a world unlike anything he had ever seen. Despite the barbaric level the population regressed to the planet showed signs of extreme technological advancement.

The inhabitants lived in an opulence he had seen on no worlds before. The days of those people were spent in mindless, compulsive research of pleasures and extreme sensations. Men and women copulating in the streets at the slightest opportunity, exulting in the loudest and most visceral cries the Primarch ever heard, food orgies would be organized whenever one would go hungry, and city-wide concerts of the most extreme music would fill the void in between those activities. In the event those lost souls would go without something to enrapture them, they would lie there on the ground, looking with empty eyes at the horizon, a lack of war, predators, or hunger have made them forget the need to care about anything other than mind-raping pleasure.

The planet of course offered no resistance to the Dragon Fangs, they offered far worse, an invitation.

The Primarch visited their society in peace, the natives seeing in the Primarch an object of beauty that was worth getting on their side and their total lack of wits made them oblivious to the military threat he and his forces presented to their world. The Primarch was then able to witness with his very eyes the extent to which the denizens would go to fill their days.

====The Champion and the Sword====

At the end of the visit, the Primarch was the guest of honor of a particular performance. In the world's greatest arena, their preferred blood sport was not a duel, but a massacre, one where a champion would cut down a mass of willing participants, each running toward the champion in a madness the Primarch could not understand. This seemed like the most prized event on the planet, with literally every soul in miles converging toward the arena in hope of being among those who could attend. The champion was a female warrior, but more noticeable than the champion was her sword.

The sword was an unparalleled work of art, immense but with a grace and elegance in its design that made it akin to the generous form of the most beautiful woman that could ever be. Its every move, whenever the sword would cut the air, would unleash waves upon waves of the most soothing and beautiful sound one could hear. Despite all these, the sword was still a sword , and in its dealing of violence it was also the most fearsome thing the Primarch ever witnessed.

The waves the sword would create and its steel would cut down the hordes of mad men and women who would throw themselves at it, each death making the audience erupt in chants and yells. The Primarch was not unaffected, as he could feel the "emotions" propagating from the sword with each death it would cause. Very soon, the patience of the Primarch was bested. Ho-Sun had came to a verdict in his mind, this world was lost. Lost to what exactly? He couldn't know, but never could this world be saved from it and be re-united with the Imperium of Mankind.

His decision made, the Primarch jumped from his seat of honor down to the battle ground. He knew that the champion was the first one who had to be defeated for the destruction of this world to be commence. As soon he had touched ground, the mad people stopped in their tracks, the audience dead silent for the first time. And thus in a charge of steel and speed, Ho-Sun went straight for the Champion, as he did the crowd once again cheered in a more-than-ever intensified frenzy. The duel between the Primarch and the Champion began.

====A price for Victory====

The Champion was the most dangerous creature, beside the Emperor, Ho-Sun ever fought. Despite the peerless strikes the Primarch would point her way, the Champion dodged them in the most unnatural ways possible. Her movements were erratic, chaotic, and yet gracious to a fault, but most of all, they were impossible! She would point her behind in front of the trust of his sword, only to have her body suddenly levitate and in a rotation of her whole, cut down the Primarch in a slicing arc. Her techniques were stupid in the eyes of an expert of swordmanship like Ho-Sun and yet the Primarch suffered slices after slices on its once pristine adamantine armor.

After each cut, the audience would descend in a more profound frenzy, soon the Primarch could only hear the overwhelming noises from the crowd. In front, the Champion was in a sort of trance, dancing even though she was in the middle of a deadly duel.

In a rallying moment, the Primarch shut down his senses. He sheathed his sword and adopted a stance of balance. His every efforts focused on calming his mind, on isolating itself from the raging chaos around him, and yet still images of the Champion could still be seen by him in his darkness. He noticed he could still perfectly sense the Champion, oddly enough. He was ready now, he had found the weakness in his enemy, he had to be the one defending, and he had to be in peace when not too long ago passion was guiding his hand.

Unlike the Emperor during their duel, who was like a ghost he could never perceive, no movement ever betraying the depth of his thoughts, no posture ever adopted and still an aura that showed no point where one could strike. Unlike Him the Champion was all too transparent. Already, she had begin to become confuse at the behavior of her opponent. The apparent calm and serenity of the Primarch seemed to.. disturb her. Her dance stopped, instead she started jumping around, yelling, crying??! Apparent rage could be felt in her voice now, a strike was imminent...

And strike she did.

In an aerial spin, the Champion came at Ho-Sun, her sword, coming the right, pointing straight at his head.

With a focus of lethal precision, the Primarch opposed his right-handed main sword, Divine Moon, to the pointing edge of the Champion's sword. The shock between the two emitted a wave of force that was felt through the arena, cutting down the remainder of the madmen who were still on the ground. The force of the shock was such that Divine Moon could not withstand it. The Primarch's sword was shattered in pieces, an event that, if the mind of the Primarch was not isolated from it, would have crushed his spirit.

But the Champion was not done, in an unnatural display of agility, one no one could have ever predicted, she came with another attack this one falling in a vertical slice right to the Primarch's head.

His first sword still in its parrying position, his eyes still shut, his senses still calm, his mind still purely focused, the Primarch did a slight, single step to the left.

The Champion's attack entirely missed, for the first time in their duel, the Champion's strike did not meet the Primarch's armor. The window of opportunity was there, wide open.

Opening his eyes, focusing all his being in this one single strike, the Primarch unsheathed Radiant Sun. In a wide, slicing arc, the sword sliced right across the Champion's neck, severing her body from her head. Blood flowed from her open arteries and mingled with the blood of the hundred of people already lying. In a last display of strangeness, the body of the Champion landed on its feet, and embarked in its last dance, as her head laid there still singing a now mute song, before falling.

The Primarch had won. But the price of victory was terrible. Divine Moon, the sword that saw him crowned as the Grandmaster was shattered to an irreparable state, for a member of the Kamo clan, there was no greater shame than having a sword destroyed. But still he was alive, and his enemy was defeated. The prize for his victory would now be that sword of strange powers, for to leave without nothing but a sword destroyed would have been a shame the Primarch could never live with.

And such the Muse met the Primarch.

====Vauna the Muse====

As he was preparing for the destruction of the world of Kos, the Gold Serpent was met with a dilemma.

The world of Kos was irremediably lost to some kind of illness or power, making it unlikely that any kind of help or even re-education could lead its people away from their strange ways.

But at thee same time, the music he had heard here were the first to have truly moved his soul ever since he left Shi-re, his homeworld. The arts he had seen were unmatched in beauty and elegance and he could not determine if those were the works of an ancient populace who were the ones from which the technology of this world came from or of its current denizens.

For all the madness and depravity that had befallen Kos, it was home to a culture that had no equals, even the Primarch's own.

But despite all that, Ho-Sun would destroy this world. What Kos had in culture, it lacked in a key aspect that the Primarch valued above all, Discipline. The people of Kos had lost any sense of self-discipline; and self-mastery was a dream never to be reached by those people. The fate of this world was decided. The legion and its fleet descended on the world, destroying everything they could in their wake.

It is as the destruction was taking place that the Gold Serpent heard the Muse for the first time.

Strange whispers started to come from the sword he had taken from the Champion. Those whispers were faint, almost indiscernible, but those would rise in volumes whenever the Primarch would be near the destruction of a work of art or a scene where pleasure was sought. The voice would tell stories, stories of the painting that was being burned, of the ritual the Fangs had just disturbed, worse the voice would explain the philosophies behind it, one not of abandon but one of equilibrium with the true nature of the universe.

The Primarch was disturbed at first, the voice talking to him was something very far from natural, he could sense it. But still, the sword was a work of such grace and lethal power, its use having made the Primarch almost forget the destruction of Divine Moon, his once favored sword. The Primarch thus decided try to understand and ultimately tame whatever that force from the sword was.

As the Primarch asked the sword what it was, the sword said only one thing, "Vauna", again and again.