“ You flatter me so, my lord. “
Loken bowed his head politely coming up to stand directly beside the towering Primarch.
“ I was merely pondering if anyone managed to survive the devastation of Isstvan III. “
— his undying loyalty.
“ Forgive me , I , carry the shame and sorrow of my traitorous legion in my shadow. “
Even with his armour stripped of his chapter and colours, the origins of his original servitude weren’t so easily erased.
“ My Emperor. “
Garviel stood up immediately upon the Emperor’s humble request; his features showing the man’s reverence being so close to his master.
It had only dawned on the Luna Wolf that the Master of Mankind knew his name, and that realisation alone only furthered —
+ Rise , Garviel . +
The words were not spoken , but would ring through the Luna Wolf’s thoughts in orderly , almost harmonious tones .
Few had heard His real voice . But perhaps the Son of Cthonia was yet one of them .
+ You need not bow your head in my presence . +
— painfully shoving the debris away from his body.
Days had gone by in a messy tangle of madness, his agonised venting falling on deaf ears.
Until… he felt or perhaps heard a whisper?
“Reveal yourself, traitor!” Loken cried, not realising the voice was closer to home.
𓃦 ☽ — 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐃.
( @ASTROPATHICA )
Darkness encompassed the fallen warrior; his entire existence reduced to the crumbling ruin that had ironically saved him from the bombardment of his gene-father.
Everything that had happened leading up to —
— Loken’s entombment was a blurred memory, with the passage of time causing him to lose his grip on reality and himself.
“ I am Cerberus…the hellhound that guards the gate of the underworld…traitors meet my blade! “
He spat out to the darkness ; his power gauntlets trying—
"Like rain, the shells will fall to the ground. Uncaring where they land and damage caused.."
Siegefather Admetus of the Siegeforged warband.
Loyalist son of Perturabo.
Master of artillery warfare.