ᅠ They shall be my finest warriors, these men who give of themselves to me. Like clay I shall mould them, and in the furnace of war forge them. ᅠ
The Imperator Somnium.
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My empire grows. My sons are all in league — in turn their chapters grow. It is a remarkable thing to look upon the men that were once seeds of a grand, large plan.
It worries me. Yet I cannot help but want to be what they believe me to be.
I look into the eyes of the denizens of this world. Between the looks of fear and awe is a fervent need to understand; to add meaning to the unknown.
Faith. I should feel sorrow for their ignorance… but the idea of it alone disturbs me so.
The Lion.
Staunchly proud, reserved — noble. Though to know him, you must know it is simply a veil to the true face beneath. That of a beast, unquestionably.
A beast among nobility is another front to a war I cannot see beyond.
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.
There is no judgement, or perhaps it was the complete and utter unknowing of this person, that causes his eyes to turn their way.
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.
