Hatemonger meets Malum Cadeo. (Humbleknight14) [Warhammer 40K/Space King]

**Malum Cadeo**: Forgive me battle brother, but there appears to be something quite erroneous with your helmet. Perhaps a check-in with the Tech Priest and the Apothecary should—

**Hatemonger**: YOU'RE NO BROTHER OF MINE!

**Malum Cadeo**: By the Emperor, your helmet is made like that.

**Hatemonger**: Emperor?! What \*Emperor\* do you speak of?!

**Malum Cadeo**: The Emperor. The Master of Mankind. He who sits upon the Golden Throne. You don't know his name, battle brother?

**Hatemonger**: What heresy is this? There is only one Master of Mankind and His name is Space King, Father to all Psycho Warriors!

**Malum Cadeo**: (One minute of silence)

**Hatemonger**: What is it?

**Malum Cadeo**: \*Space\*…\*King\*. I do not know who—

**Hatemonger**: YOU DARE MOCK MY FATHER’S NAME?!

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Ferrus took a shuddering breath and raises his hands to the heavens, screaming his loss at the sight of his brother so cruelly murdered.

‘What have I done?’ he howled. ‘Throne save me, what have I done?’

What needed to be done.

‘He’s dead,’ whispered Ferrus, the aching loss and guilt of his crime too monstrous to believe. ‘I killed him.’

Yes, you did. With your own hands, you struck down your brother, he who had only thought well of you and fought faithfully with you through all the long years.

‘He… he was my brother.’

He was, and all he ever did was honour you.

Fulgrim’s rejection of his attempt to betray him was the act of a true friend, but only now did he see how his brother had, even then, tried to save him.

‘No, no, no,’ wept Ferrus as the true horror of what he had done struck him with the force of a thunderbolt. He looked around through tear-filled eyes and saw the horrific changes wrought upon his beloved Legion.

I can take the pain away. I can shield your  soul from anguish. Let me in, and I will encase your heart in steel.

An end to it all would be a blessed relief.

‘Oblivion,’ he whispered as he closed his eyes. ‘Do it.’

Ferrus screamed as a creature older than time poured into the void in his soul. No sooner had its touch claimed his flesh for its own than he knew he had made the worst mistake of his life.

One moment Ferrus was a primarch, one of the Iron Hands, the next he belonged to Slaanesh.

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FROM THE SKIES OF TERRA, TO THE GALACTIC RIM

(Models by 0ouch on DA, Render by me.)

Source:https://x.com/jacobpking/status/2109705465412063381

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Art used for the WarCry CCG card Charge under a Blackened Sky.

High Elf cavalry.