 Friends         | Im a Huge fan of Destiny 2  Tomorrow imma take some time for myself I won’t be online and idk when I’m coming back 0  Ok take care 0 'Is this it?' he said. 'You sought to draw me here to kill me?' Rylanor triggered his assault cannon, but - fast as quicksilver - Fulgrim caught it and crushed it before it could fire. 'No, I don't think so,' said the primarch, effortlessly ripping the arm from the Dreadnought's body. Sparks flew from the ruptured limb and Fulgrim gave the weapon a dismissive glance before tossing it aside. 'You betrayed us,' bellowed Rylanor. 'Your sons! You led us here to die. There is no forgiveness for that. None! You must die by my hand! The Emperor's justice will fall upon you. Not even Fulgrim the Illuminator can escape the Life Eater.' 'You wish me dead?' he said, scathing pity dripping from every syllable. 'Why? Because you think I betrayed you? The Legion? Oh, Rylanor, your thoughts are so narrow. If you could only see us now, how beautiful we have become. We shine so brightly, each of us a brilliant sun.' Fulgrim reached down, sliding his bare hand inside a rent torn in the Dreadnought's armour. He smiled, closing his eyes and letting his tongue slip across his lips as he pushed deeper inside. 'Ah, there you are!' said Fulgrim, as Rylanor's vox-caster grated in fury. 'Wet and wriggling. I can feel your panic. It's delicious!' Rylanor's power fist swung around, bathed in fire. It struck Fulgrim on the shoulder, but Akhtar's psychic force was not simply confined to the Life Eater's detonation. Fulgrim laughed off the sluggish attack and one of his lower arms drew a glittering sword of alien origin. The blade a sliced in a cruelly precise arc, cutting through the fibre-bundle motivators and servos. Rylanor's arm fell limp at his side. Vistario watched the viral fire spread over the Dreadnought's carapace, slipping inside his buckled plates of armour. Rylanor did not care whether he lived or died, only that Fulgrim went with him. 'Do. Not. Do. This!' barked the Dreadnought. 'Why not? I am your master - I can do whatever I like. I can crush you or I can raise you up. Return to the Legion. Accept the gifts of the Dark Prince, and you will walk at my side, clad once again in flesh. You can be anything, old friend! I will sculpt you into something beautiful - a god to these mortals!' 'Never! All we have left between us is that we will die together!' roared the Dreadnought, the upper portion of his carapace burning with blue flames. 'I am Rylanor of the Emperor's Children, Ancient of Rites, Venerable of the Palatine Host, and proud servant of the Emperor of Mankind, Beloved by all! I reject you now and always!' Fulgrim laughed and said, 'I'm sorry, did it sound like I was offering you a choice?' The primarch wrenched his hand from Rylanor's sarcophagus, dragging a sopping mass of fluid and matter with him. Glutinous ropes dripped from his fingers; he was like a midwife holding a mewling newborn. Ruptured cables spilled amniotic fluid so stagnant it must surely have been poisoning Rylanor with every passing second. 'I will remake you, brother,' said Fulgrim. 'You will be my crowning achievement.' Though his body was little more than rags of wet meat, Vistario sensed Rylanor's horror at the last violation. An inescapable destiny where he would become what he hated most. +What do we do?+ The question was Murshid's and the connection between the Thousand Sons was so strong that Athanaean's perception for emotion spread to all three of them. Vistario felt Fulgrim's infinite malice, his cruel enjoyment of Rylanor's anguish and the helplessness of the Thousand Sons. The primarch of the Emperor's Children revelled in his overwhelming pride, a trait Magnus had more than once told Vistario had been present long before his fall. But more than anything, stronger even than Fulgrim's spite, Vistario felt Rylanor's pride and honour, the unbending core of greatness that had set him against his brothers and had seen him descend into obsessive madness beneath the surface of a dead world. Vistario took the measure of Fulgrim, seeing nothing worthy in him. His warriors felt the moment his decision was made. +Primarch Fulgrim!+ sent Vistario. +Rylanor deserves better than you.+ The primarch looked up, his once bright eyes now black and filled with the darkest poison. +He deserves better than all of us.+ He raised his bolter and fired a mass-reactive into the back of Akhtar's skull. The Raptora's head exploded and with his death, the psychic force holding back the warhead's detonation ended. Vistario saw fire. And once more, all life burned. This epic battle scene is from The Sons of the Emperor Anthology - The Ancient Awaits. Ancient Rylanor managed to survive on Istvaan III for several thousand years after the Heresy. A squad of Thousand Sons sorcerers went back there after hearing a distress signal and found where it had originated from. Fulgrim himself had personally showed up to take care of Rylanor. The sorcerers were so inspired by Rylanor resisting Fulgrim's corruption that they sacrificed themselves by setting off the very last Virus Bomb on Istvaan III to defeat the Daemon Primarch, finally allowing Rylanor to die in service of the Emperor. View all 5 posts  It’s not a book, it’s an excerpt from the warhammer 40k Wiki about Ralynors the Unyielding last stand against his former primarch Fulgrim the Daemon prince of slaanesh on the planet of Istevee 3 Okay I have a dilemma… I can either go to West Point or I can go straight into the marines bc my recruiter was able to pull a favor to get me In. Idk what to do Gather round, guardsmen, these are Tales from the Void Where reality bends and hopes are destroyed Chaos lurks in shadows and xenos at the gate But with faith in the Emperor, you'll seal their fate! Oooh, the Emperor protects, have no fear His golden light makes darkness disappear So stand your ground, guardsmen, and hold the line For in His name, you'll do just fine Necrons rise, tombs millennia deep Their Gauss weapons make your atoms leap Nurgle's plagues and Khorne's bloody rage But the Emperor's strength will never age Forbidden cogitators with unholy code Men of Iron once walked the stellar road Machine spirits blessed are all we allow The Emperor's ban keeps us safe for now! Oooh, the Emperor protects, have no fear His golden light makes darkness disappear So stand your ground, guardsmen, and hold the line For in His name, you'll do just fine Genestealer cults infiltrate your ranks Chaos Space Marines crush Imperial tanks Slaanesh whispers promises so sweet But the Emperor's word keeps you from defeat! Oooh, Orks will crush you if you're unlucky And Eldar tricks might make you lil fucky Tyranid swarms, they'll eat you whole But the Emperor protects, so rest your soul! With Demons, heretics, and xenos galore Hell, the Inquisition might kick down your door Commissars with bolters, ready to shoot So serve with honor, and you won't get the boot! Oooh, the Emperor protects, have no fear His golden light makes darkness disappear So stand your ground, guardsmen, and hold the line For in His name, you'll do just fine So remember, guardsmen, as you rest your head If forty thousand horrors fills you with dread don't forget the countless billions still standing tall United under the Emperor, protecting us all "Where I fall, ten more shall take my place! And one hundred each of them! So strike me down! I am the harbinger!" - Ollanius Pius, showing Horus his Terra-Pattern Titan-grade adamantium balls. His words would shine like sunrise gold Yet brilliance tarnished as darkness took hold Fulgrim’s voice turned vile and cold That gem crumbled as soon as it was sold But if your heart should fear the dark Remember well a dreadnought’s spark Echoing through realms apart Pride and honor filled my heart My brothers drowned in velvet vice Chasing illusions of paradise Still I endured, tired, wide-eyed Defiance roaring from deep inside From my soul there comes a hum A tune of pride that won’t succumb Though all their stars have turned to ash I guard His flame beneath the crash And if your heart should fear the dark Remember well a dreadnought’s spark Echoing through realms apart Pride and honor filled my heart Even heretics, the Thousand Sons Heard these chords of faith too strong to shun They felt my pride cut through the gloom A final note in this burning tomb Let cosmic fire devour us both My vow endures beyond this oath Rylanor stands, no matter the cost For pride and honor are never lost So if your heart should fear the dark Remember well a dreadnought’s spark Echoing through realms apart Pride and honor filled my heart |
