Editing M43 (section)

===Fulgrim's Penance===
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: Deep on the Planet of Pleasure, Fulgrim sat upon a beautiful throne of pristine pearl, inlaid with obsidian runes. His sharpened fingernails clattered upon the armrest. He wanted something, but then again, he always wanted something. He thought about calling in a daemonette. Eh, they were a dime a dozen, perhaps he should have a pair of his new Phoenix Guard duel, to see how long they go and how much blood they could spill. He lingered on the idea of a duel. Just as he was about to call for them, and a daemonette, because why not, a huge ball of light pulsed into existence in the center of his throne room. The daemons currently in the room and the traitorous Astartes rushed towards the new presence, desperate for some new experience. They made it no closer than 10 paces as some flew back and splattered against the walls. Others just collapsed upon themselves and popped out of un-reality. The Astartes all disintegrated as their bodies were ripped apart layer by layer, cell by cell. Fulgrim was soon alone. He looked at the ball of light, which was now red with golden-white swirls in it. “What have you done? Reveal yourself,” Fulgrim accused at the hovering essence. It pulsed bright once, then twice, and then exploded in lances of super-bright energy. Fulgrim winced but kept his eyes open. They burned. It felt good. Then a staccato burst of light rushed him and his world went dark.

	
: Fulgrim awoke to an eerily silent palace. It was...nice. “Wait,” he muttered to himself. Something was different, definitely different. He shouldn’t be finding pleasure in a silent room, that was something...that he did before he turned to Chaos. He looked down. He still had four arms. He twitch a non-standard muscle and a scaly tail draped itself over his shoulder. “Still in the body that Slaanesh gave me,” Fulgrim wondered aloud, “But I can’t understand this feeling.”
He stood there for quite sometime deep in thought until he was finally disturbed by a daemonette skipping into the room, “Hey master, we got a messenger from the Planet of Sorcerers. He said something about Magnus wanting to see you. I ate him, I hope you don’t mind.” Fulgrim wove a hand through his hair, “Magnus eh, I guess I could go see that red hermit. A change of pace sounds rather nice.” 

	
: The two Primarchs stood face to face for the first time in centuries. “You’ve changed Magnus, what is it?” Fulgrim asked the red figure. “I could say the same to you, Fulgrim,” Magnus responded, “perhaps you no longer want to burst your eardrums with awful music and play around in bloody slip and slides?” “Brown noise has nothing to do with ear….wait, how would you know?” the reptilian prince asked in sudden realization, “You did it didn’t you?” Magnus spun and started pacing, “I might have had a hand in the removal of certain daemonic influences yes...but I didn’t do it alone. I have someone I want you to meet.” As he said this a ball of light floated down from the ceiling of Magnus’ study. It stopped its descent next to Magnus, hovering a meter off the floor. “Hello, son.” “Son….father?” Fulgrim managed to stutter out. He snapped to Magnus and glared at him, “MAGNUS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHY HAVE YOU NOT DESTROYED THIS THING?”  “Father has died more than you or I together. And I no longer am aligned against Father,” Magnus responded matter of factly, “Besides haven’t you felt it? Surely on your way over here you felt the occasional pinprick of light and purity? Of course you have, and do you know what those were?” Magnus leaned in toward his brother. “Father?”, Fulgrim faintly asked. “Well bits of me actually. Now that you are no longer completely steeped in Chaos, I can actually touch you with my presence again.” the Emperor-ball said. “I still don’t care. You are still the Emperor, false as ever,” Fulgrim spat out. The room was still, no one moved. Fulgrim was just about to lay into his Father and Magnus, when the voice of his Father began, “You...are right, my son. You went to Chaos for perfection, even if at times it wasn’t your choice. You had it forced upon you at times. And...and I’m sorry,” the Emperor-ball sputtered out, “I...I...was the one who forced it upon you. When I made you and your brothers I too...I….I went… to Chaos….for perfection. I tainted you. And that will never be gone.” The Emperor-ball was now dripping tiny globules of light and energy. 
	
	
: Fulgrims shoulders sagged. The revelation socked him in the gut, which normally would have made him shout in ecstasy but now it hurt, not a physical hurt but a wet, cold hurt. His Father, the greatest human ever to exist had lain his greatest shame bare. And he could swear that the glob of light was...crying. “Father, I...had no idea,” Fulgrim apologized. “I thought I had truly lost you,” the Emperor-ball said, “When Magnus and I appeared in your palace and released that psychic wave, we really didn’t have any idea if it would work. And then...then I felt your soul touch one of my fragments.” the Emperor-ball blubbered out, “At first I was sure that it was a trick. And then, I felt another and another! I was so overjoyed that I accidentally lit Magnus’ hair on fire!” Magnus stared down at his Father’s form, “Remind me to thank you for that later.” Fulgrim laughed and commented back, “Your hair was always wiry, you never listened to me when I gave you tips.” “Stow it pretty boy,” Magnus retorted, “Oh! I said I had somebody I wanted you to meet.” Fulrim furrowed his brow, “Did Tzeentch really screw with you that much? I already met Father.” Magnus smiled a truly compassionate smile, “No, someone else.” As he said that, the semi-visible form of Ferrus Manus stepped out from behind his red brother.

	
: “F-F-Ferrus...Is that really you?” Fulgrim stuttered, nearly driven to silence at the appearance of his brother. “Yes, Fulgrim. I am here. Our brother here happened to snag me in one of his psychic nets. Never would have thought the bookworm to be a fisherman,” Ferrus explained. Magnus huffed and stepped off to the side. It was not his place to be in this meeting. “I-I...I don’t want you to see me like this,” Fulgrim lowered his head in shame and slumped down. Ferrus walked over and put a hand on his brother’s shoulder, “I don’t see anything. What I see is the same brother who showed such deep remorse for cutting me down that it cleared the taint instantaneously. That’s the brother I see. And that’s the brother I choose to forgive.” Ferrus told the forlorn primarch. “You...forgive me? B-but…” Fulgrim sobbed out. “You...h-have...no...n-no reason..to.” “You are my brother and that is all the reason I need,” Ferrus said as he embraced his broken brother in a hug. Fulgrim sagged into his arms, “hup, you’re a bit heavier than I remember.”


: It took quite a while for the emotions to die down. Ferrus backed off as Magnus and the dollop of Emperor came closer, forming a semicircle. “As for your current appearance and form,” the Emperor-ball began, “we might have a solution for that...?” Magnus spoke up, “It would seem that a Slaaneshi cult on the world of Lesser Hadryion is preparing a ritual to summon you to them.” The Emperor-ball finished, “and with some tweaking, we could have you pop out in a more human form.” Fulgrim looked at them with streaks down his cheeks and a smile upon his face, “I would love that. But what of Ferrus?” Ferrus crossed his arms, “Sadly, I cannot come back into the Materium yet. We have discussed it but have not come up with anything yet, although I told them to drop it when Father told me that he could feel your presence once more.” Fulgrim raised his shoulders and stood much more confidently, “Thank you Ferrus. For everything. Now let’s do this. The sooner I get back to the Materium, the sooner we can get you back as well.”