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===The Empyrean Council of Bel-Ghast===
'''9 ??? ???.M??'''
: The trio of champions reappeared in the pictorum of a massive Chaos Void Station. This particular void station was orbiting the massive Warp star of Bel-Ghast. The star was a churning Warp engine, pumping out cursed solar radiation. It was stars such as these that the Dark Mechanicum converted for massive daemonic forges used to create such deviated, twisted abominations. K’Bandha released his charge and stepped back, letting him get his bearings. Sanguinius looked around the void station view deck. The baser structures were darkened steel and ceramite. The glass ports were spiderwebbed with cracks that grew and receded as the whorls of warp splashed against it. The pillars and arches were covered with screaming daemonic faces etched into ebony and obsidian. Not all of them were immobile. Sanguinius took a step forward towards the glass, “~It’s surprisingly beautiful, given that we ARE in the Warp.~” K’Bandha grunted, “I DIDN’T BRING YOU HERE TO GAWK AT STARS...I’D RATHER HAVE KILLED YOU BUT SOMEONE WANTED TO TALK TO YOU.” Sanguinius turned his head toward the champion, “~Talk eh? You were never much for talk~….,” he trailed off as he realized he, K’Bandha, and the Lord of Change were not alone. A massive figure armor of spikes and black crenellations stepped forward, his steps shaking the deck. A deep, coarse voice boomed in the spacious viewing deck, “I LOVE...hhhh...YOUR WORK.”


: The massive god of war and blood stepped forward, “SAN...GUINIUS...hhh...YOU WILL...hh...BE...GLAD TO KNOW I...hhhh...CON...SIDER YOU MY...CHAMPION.” Sanguinius spat down and looked the embodiment of bloodshed, “~Khorne, you nor your lessers have ever been one with words. I would never kill for you~,” Sanguinius leaned back, “~It will take more than just you to convince me to even judiciously pull a splinter~.” Khorne was silent. A slithery voice sounded from a darkened corner, “What makes you think the esteemed god of brutality is alone? Then, maybe he is after all?” Tzeentch, a cross-legged being with a plethora of sinuous horns and as many arms floated out to join the conversation. “Yeess, pretty maahrine, I would never leave you alone with such a callous brute,” Sanguinius felt a sensuous hand slink up his back, even through his armor. Slaanesh slinked to the now forming line of gods. That left just…”Sanguinius….” Nurgle forced out. “~I’m not simple enough to assume that all four gods of Chaos gathering together is anything but important, so care to expound?~” Sanguinius asked seemingly interrogating the lords of the Empyrean. “Oh ho ho. He’s intelligent AND intuitive? Or perhaps a lucky guess? Either, we might have somethings to show you.” Sanguinius got a look of disgust, “~Fine, I’ll bite. Show me, worm.~” 


: Slaanesh stepped forward, “I’ll be doing the biting, hee hee.” Khorne looked over, “KNOCK IT...OFF...hhh...WHORE…” “Oh fine, fine. Our first little juicy tid bit is that you have always been touched by the Warp. It’s in you, baby,” Slaanesh acquiesced. Sanguinius’ look of disgust increased and mixed with horror. “Oh yes, daddy dearest, came to us a long time ago. He asked for help making you guys and we just couldn’t say no to a handsome man like your Father.” Slaanesh finished. “No, Father would never stoop so low. He couldn’t. He...he wouldn’t...you lie daemons!” Sanguinius retorted. “We might be lying...but what if we aren’t?” Tzeentch asked as he psychically projected the encounter. Sanguinius was appalled at what he was seeing. “HOW DO...YOU EXPLAIN...hhh...THE TWO DEFECTS...YOUR CHILDREN...hhh...WORRY SO MUCH...hhh...ABOUT?” Khorne added simply. Sanguinius face changed to annoyance at the thought of the Red Thirst and Black Rage; he glared at Nurgle. “as much as I love to spread defects and disease it wasn’t me as that helps spiky over there far more than it does me...thank your father for that one” Nurgle answered the unspoken question. “Those two defects might have been one of the reasons you brother Horus offered to you multiple times? Don’t you think? After all are you two brothers short of twenty? Did you ever find out what your Father did to them?” 


: Tzeentch constantly bombarded the Primarch with questions. The information processed in Sanguinius’ head. His two lost brothers had been killed by Leman. The understanding was that they were so mutated that they fell to Chaos, so the Emperor had them killed. It wasn’t until later that the defects in his gene and chapter showed up. What if, since Horus knew of this, he didn’t want to see one of his beloved be killed? Would the Emperor have killed him and his chapter when the Red Thirst manifested? He himself killed his own men to keep it secret. What about when the Black Rage came about? Questions raced through his head.

	
: Tzeentch continued on, “There’s another thing I could be curious about, your prescient visions. Did it ever occur to you that they might have been self-fulfilling? That despite your Father’s declaration during Nikea, that he said nothing about seeing the future? As I recall, that is my domain, is it not? Perhaps your ‘loving’ Father knew all along? There was tangible jealousness of your brothers at your closeness with Horus. Could it have been possible that your Father used you?” Sanguinius stared down eyes darting left and right, trying to think this through, “~U-u-used me? How?~” Tzeentch saw the nibbling doubt and pressed in. Slaanesh’s depraved grin grew toothier and larger still. Nurgle and Khorne both grunted to themselves barely audibly. “How? I might be able to answer that. Your Father was well aware of your defects,  much like your two missing brothers. A leader striving for a great Imperium cannot have such perfidious mutations in a stage of humanity that is supposed to be on its way to perfection, can he? But unlike those two brothers, you were well known and loved, right? Don’t be afraid to admit it. How to get rid of you? Set series of plans in motion that ends you regardless of what choices you make.” 


: Sanguinius was unresponsive. “Don’t tell me you never thought of this. In one future you join Horus and the Emperor has free reign to kill you and eliminate the blight of you and your Astartes. In the other future, you refuse Horus and he kills you. You saw the future where you die, but that was every future, right? So you, in your blind faith to someone who intended to stab you in the back, chose to die for Him. You fulfilled the your own prophesy even when you could have lived.” Sanguinius had his hands on his knees, “~I...d-d-don’t believe….believe it. I-I-I can’t.~”  Nurgle shuffled forward, the floor beneath him rusting instantly, “your emperor has been decaying and rotting for a lot longer than ten millennia...i would know...what do you think is going to happen when he comes back?” Sanguinius had fallen down. Tzeentch looked up and around as if he had grown bored of the discussion, “The true question is what are you going to do about it?” Slaanesh slithered behind the primarch and put her hands on his shoulders in mock concern, “We both know that the problems of your chapters have become rather...exasperateeeeed, as of late. Surely, when your Father comes, he will order the destruction of your lovely Marines.” Sanguinius took a deep breath and unconsciously leaned into the massage. “HE WILL PROBABLY...hhh...GET LEMAN TOOO...DO IT...hhh,” Khorne growled out, arms crossed waiting for a decision. Tzeentch delivered his final question, “Are you going to let the Imperium suffer the return of your Father? Can you do that?” The four Chaos Gods stared down at the Primarch, awaiting his decision. “~I-I-I can...c-can change...change the w-way...things happen…~” Sanguinius sobbed out, “~h-h-help me...d-d-d...d-do...it….~”