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==Magnus the Red Reverts==
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: “THE CORPSE-EMPEROR!?!?!?” Magnus roared. Normally the booming voice of a daemon primarch is followed by the general shitting of pants, except the only ones around to hear it were Magnus’ Rubrics. And Rubrics are about as autonomous as servitors. Magnus paced back and forth holding a one way conversation. “How can I feel his soul? Granted I could feel its might when he was constrained to the throne, but that was concentrated,” Magnus quipped to himself. Magnus turned and responded, “Well, Father’s soul finally finished splitting when he died. Most likely the fragments are free to drift on the Warp.” “I’m sure that Lord Tzeentch is aware of this,” Magnus stared expectantly at a Rubric to his right, “buuut, he might want the perspective of one of the Anathema’s sons.” With purple-tasting poof, Magnus reappears behind the Rubric and he leans his massive head over one of the Marines shoulders, grinning like an idiot. “I’m gonna go to Lord T and ask what to do because I have no spine. Good thing I’m not loyal to my father anymore.” Magnus twisted around to the front of the unmoving Rubric, and stared down in thought. “I am perfectly capable on my own, THANK YOU.” His giant red hand shot out and grabbed the side of th Rubric’s head, “I DO NOT NEED YOUR SASS!” 

: Another sour colored poof. Magnus poked his head out on the other side of the Rubric’s helmet, with a super snarky smile, “Cool your horns. If you aren’t a giant red bitch, then why don’t you do something about the bits of your father yourself? Take some initiative.” The primarch crouched and leapt over the motionless Astartes, “For your INFORMATION, the last time I listened to someone and took the ‘initiative’ I broke something important to important people.” Magnus emphasized by stabbing a finger into the breastplate of the Rubric. With a twitch, Magnus shrunk down, slid underneath the Rubric’s legs and returned to normal size, behind the statue once again.”What are you going to break now? The monotony? Wind? The Corpse-Emperor? ISN’t breaking things what you do?” Magnus stayed behind the Rubric and waved one of his hand in circles, occasionally glancing toward his previous spot. Magnus turned back to face his supposed conversation partner. He grabbed the immobile marine by the shoulders and leaned him to one side, “What iiiiffff you used your immensely powerful Warp-y stuff to pull all daddy’s soul bits into you so you can destroy them, eh?” He replaced the poor Rubric and turned to walk in the other direction, “Bag em and tag em. And you don’t even have to bill me for this plan! Best of all you can do this alone, like you seem to love to do.” Magnus swivelled back around mid-step, “Thaaaat’s….not a bad idea.” 

	
: A psychic net cast itself out into the Immaterium at began to retreat to its origin. Magnus mentally heaved to pull his catch into a coherent form. He reeled in about a dozen lost souls, a Fury, a super bright mote of light that radiated purity, several Horrors, and a Keeper of Secrets. “Warp damnit all, Rgion, the fuck are you doing here?” Magnus directed at the champion of Slaanesh. “Ohhhh, sorry big boy, I just saw that pretty fishnet and I jussst neeedddded it. Would you like to see me in it?” the Keeper turned on the charm. “You wearing fishnet would actually be more clothes than normal for you, buuut...NO!” Magnus dropped a psychic meteor and wiped his study clean of the whore, “As for you two, don’t you have some gibbering to do somewhere?” Magnus turned his ire toward the two Horrors. “Not ‘til four, boss,” one of the horrors responded. “Get the fuck out Smehth. You too G’harri. And take that indecisive piece of shit with you.” After they were gone, Magnus set the lost souls in a bowl for a snack later and set about adding the floating ball of light to the ever growing chunk of his father’s soul.

	
: “I don’t know how or what you’ve been doing something. I know you can hear me, DAD!” Magnus screamed at the mass of light until his face turned red. “Answer me! Ten millennia ago I would have blasted you to oblivion like your name was Ollianus, but now….now...now I don’t know. So you better have some bloody answers,” Magnus face was red once again. “calm down” “DON’T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN! I HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO BE wait, is that actually you Father?” the Primarch halted mid-tirade when he realized what had just happened. “yes”  “So, you are there...care to address the topic at hand,” Magnus questioned the light ball. “what happens when you turn on a light in a shadowy place?” Magnus leaned back and thought hard, concerned that this was some sort of Tzeentchian riddle. “it gets light. simple. what happens when you add more light?” Magnus squinted, “The room...gets...less dark?” “bingo, my son” “You planned this, didn’t you?” Magnus gave the ball of light a devious smirk. 


: In un-reality, the Emperor had been influencing Magnus well before he started his collection. The fragments that were drifting attached themselves to anything familiar and safe: other fragments, souls of the Sensei, the primarchs. That was the deciding factor between Magnus going to Tzeentch for help and doing something on his own. As it happened from an outside perspective, the first few fragments of the Emperor that Magnus gathered didn’t do anything. Unfortunately for Magnus, he turned out to be quite proficient at ‘Warp-fishing’ and soon had add nearly a hundred more fragments. This conglomeration of tiny bits of the Emperor started to expand upon what had been started. More and more slices of chaos and corruption were shed as the pure soul of his Father gave Magnus what he always wanted: a Father that was there and supported him. Constantly empowered, Magnus kept gathering more bits of the Emperor’s soul. The effects compounded until the ball of light as it now was reached a tiny critical mass, if souls had mass in the Immaterium. 


: “You’ve done so much on your own, Magnus. I am proud of you.” the ball of Emperor bits said.  Magnus’ face turned red in a mild blush, “Thank you Father, you have no idea how much that means. But there is still one problem…” “You will never be rid of the touch of Chaos. None of us can ever be. But if we get your soul back, that will be good enough. You have become a mighty psyker, and with my help, we should be just strong enough to reclaim it from the lord of nickels and dimes.” Magnus stood up with vigor he hadn’t known in a long, long time, “You really think so? I don’t think I have to tell you that it is Tzeentch we are talking about here,” Magnus huffed. “If I know that slimy god, he probably has your soul out on his lawn with a ‘for-sale’ sign on it, planning to sell it.” the ball-Emperor quipped.