The first founding. Horus.
Cthonia. All that he showed was what he was. A scrawny child of bloody origin fostered by gangs. Crude, but salvageable; an unwritten slate not completely warped by the culture of Cthonia.
Yet in him I see the beginning of the end.
Malcador holds nothing back, yet I know the workings of his heart. He gives all in service to me in the name of loyalty and friendship.
It is not fear that I see. He simply understands. More than anyone, he understands.
The Great Crusade, for all of the ease, I may have wept for the lives lost. In a time lost.
But this is the current age. All will follow my vision — for anyone else would be wrong.
The Emperor of Mankind watches the space between spaces, knowing the eyes that watch, the teeth that tear, the mouth that consumes and the tongue that laps.
Chaos watches with intent. That he knew.
︶꒷꒥ 𝖇arren curtains that you're weaving ¸
like the stories that you keep inside your ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑.
she can't keep them all safe ¸
they will 𝕕𝕚𝕖 and be afraid.
𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ¸ tell me so I say .ᐣ
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