Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Regarding how the Lord of the Second Legion, the Queen of the Dawn, met her genetic father for the first time, there are more related legends, rumors and inferences than even the worlds that surrendered to the Human Empire.

Many years later, after expeditions, rebellions and countless wars had ravaged the realm of mankind, there would still be some legends - most of them had long been as ridiculous and exaggerated as the emperor's dreams. They will describe everything today in great detail, as if they had witnessed it with their own eyes.

In the whispers of those warriors and judges who are still loyal to the Golden Throne, in the talks of the rebels and degenerates who have divided themselves in the star sea, and in the epitaphs of those alien civilizations spread over half of the galaxy, that is enough A name that makes Holy Terra, the Eye of Terror, and Commorragh groan in nightmares at the same time...

Morgan.

The supreme tyrant of the Second Legion and the Realm of Reason, the most terrifying of the many descendants of the Lord of Terra, the purest and dirtiest agent of many human ideals: on this day, she met her genetic father. .

This was their first meeting, and it was also the most peaceful of the few conversations they had.

In the future, even the most favored and cherished sons of Morgan will swear by a lie: their genetic mother is the same as any of the Emperor's children. She met her father under a starry sky: When the Lord of Humanity met, she was walking on a desolate but magnificent wilderness. Her iron boots trampled the ashes and dust that had been silent for tens of millions of years, but her armor or robes would not be stained.

She walked through the wilderness, climbed up the steep cliffs and mountains, and on the highest peak of the world, she slowly knelt down to her genetic father, and above her head was the most dazzling sun, With the most dazzling galaxy.

The false truth is spreading in everyone's mouths and hearts. In this way, the real reality, the true appearance of this historical fragment that only three people know, has long been irrelevant.

No one knows, and no one cares - and no one will connect this truth with the following series of events and problems. But many times, the truth itself is the meaning.

And the truth stored in Morgan's mind is:

When she looked at the Emperor with her naked eyes for the first time: there was no sun, no stars, and no naturally occurring light.

There is only darkness.

There is only silence.

There is only the coldest light in the darkness and silence.

She met her father in an underground palace in an unnamed world. The name and location of that world were about to become taboos in the human empire the moment after the meeting. When she faced the Lord of Humanity, the people around her There was neither a flicker of light nor a bodyguard to express her power and feats. She stood alone in the shadows, only her pale beauty, illuminated by the cold light of the Emperor, clearly visible. In the eyes of the Lord of Humanity.

Her green-blue pupils shone in the emperor's light, flashing with neither sadness nor joy, but other than that, she was just a peaceful person standing in the shadows, lowering her hands, All the strength and will were concentrated on looking at his genetic father, and he restored his original appearance.

A peaceful person, a contemplative person who replaces all actions with his own heart and will: nothing more.

In that huge underground kingdom where fanaticism, blind obedience, and cheers once erupted, and under the blood-stained high platform that symbolized authority, madness, and dominance, the figures of father and daughter were each shrouded in silent darkness. The only thing that could illuminate them was What illuminated them was a light colder than the rock.

Morgan squinted her eyes. Whether it was her pupils or her will, she was maintaining a cautious observation: in her view, the Emperor was like a sun at noon, exuding all the time that could not be seen directly. Light, she was keenly aware that there might be something under the light, but she couldn't see it.

But on the other hand, in the deepest part of her heart, the room called [Instinct], which was composed of the nature and wisdom of the beast, exuded a kind of happiness: Instinct told her that she should not pry into the light. Everything below.

But now was not the time to worry about such insignificant matters: Morgan suppressed all doubts and quarrels in her heart, and her every thought and every breath was now completely controlled by her will.

She was silent, standing silently in the light and shadow brought by the Lord of Humanity, waiting for his first question.

She waited, waiting for the first words that this silent tyrant, this terrible master, this eternal king who had brought her into the world with his cold heart and painful slavery, would say to her: She knew , that means his attitude and thoughts, and how exactly he wants to use and flog her.

And she had no choice.

At least, now, there is no other way.

Thinking back to the golden giant sword that was still standing deep in her soul to this day, all Morgan could do was lower her head even further.

Not a word was spoken.

Until she heard the voice from her genetic father, the Lord of Humanity.

It was not a word, or it was not just a word: it was a strange fusion of words, thoughts, will and even light. It was a soft voice that echoed deep in Morgan's heart, a kind of thing that made her Subconsciously letting go of vigilance and indifference, the most terrifying gentle blade.

He just raised his hand and let his words echo in Morgan's mind.

This terrifying figure, showing off his exquisite manipulation of Morgan, let his first words fall silently.

【Morgan. 】

【My daughter. 】

He spoke, speaking at the same time in the rock wall of reality and the ocean of souls. His voice was actually warmer than his cold light, and contained countless emotions that Morgan could understand and couldn't understand.

It was a kind of warmth, a kind of warmth that induced Morgan to gradually raise her head and look vaguely at her genetic father.

In this sound, she even heard a heartbeat: a heartbeat that was no different from that of a mortal.

And in this heartbeat, he slowly introduced himself.

【I am the emperor. 】

【I am your father. 】

He seemed to hesitate for a moment, and his warm words also brought a hint of cold rationality.

【Also your...creator. 】

——————

Morgan did not continue to look up, and her beautiful silver hair seemed to sink down again with the last declaration.

——————

In the true shadows where no one cares, the Markbearer keeps his face hidden under his hood.

When the cold words "Creator" came into his ears, Malcador didn't even bother to raise his head: he just rubbed the corners of his eyebrows and sighed softly.

——————

The Lord of Humanity heard the sigh, but he ignored it. At this moment, his eyes, will and mind were all focused on his only daughter.

This was a novel experience, a completely different experience from when he met his sons.

At the beginning, the Emperor even had some struggles: he instinctively wanted to show the gentleness and affection of his genetic father, because it turned out that most of his children did need such a light.

But when his gentle self-introduction was just finished, looking at the eyes that slowly came towards him, the Lord of Humanity thought again: his daughter is different, she knew more from the beginning of her life, she knew him The terrifying appearance that will appear when fighting those evil gods in subspace.

Even the Emperor would not expect Morgan to be grateful for the golden sword.

In this case, moderate words seem inferior to rational words.

So, just like that, the light but coldly realistic phrase "Creator" floated out of the Lord of Humanity's mouth, knocking down Morgan's slowly raised gaze.

This made the Emperor regretful, and he even began to miss his sons: they were frank and reckless, and would clearly express their thoughts and inner desires, showing the aggression and self-confidence of human demigods.

Even if it was Sanguinius and Jaghatai Khan, although their questions were sharp, they were still spoken in an upright manner, allowing the Lord of Mankind to answer calmly. But at this moment, Morgan's silence made him feel a little embarrassed.

Considering that Morgan was originally positioned as the silent mediator among the Primarchs, and her life over the years was destined to not be so smooth sailing, the Emperor could understand her silence and caution, but this did not mean that he had Enough thought and patience to solve this problem.

In less than a moment, thousands of thoughts passed through the emperor's mind. Just how to choose the tone seemed enough to form a paper:

What does his daughter need, the warmth from blood relatives? And the assurance of reason and security? Or maybe she just wants a platform to talk and slowly pour out all these years of struggle and bitterness?

Should he be a pure father? Or a guardian who can bring security? Or maybe, being cold and commanding is the most efficient way to get along? Maybe she has learned to respect power and strength during this long period of time?

The Emperor was concerned: that was all.

At this time, in the almost frozen heart of the Lord of Mankind, there was no more caution and caution: on the contrary, the Emperor stood in the darkness far away from the surface with an almost relaxed attitude. The confusion wandering in his heart was even more than the worry.

The emperor felt relaxed: it was a bitter mentality that was close to self-destruction. It was the self-comfort that arose from the heart of a climber who fell to the ground when faced with an environment that could not get any worse, allowing him to live forever. Amidst endless things and challenges, I find a chance to relax.

After all, when the Second Primarch and all her blood relatives were dragged into the storm by the most stupid act in the galaxy, the Lord of Mankind had already sentenced his only daughter to death in his own heart.

The Emperor did not discriminate against Morgan, let alone hate her. After he was busy with most of the projects related to all the Primarchs, he did gather the brightest minds under his command to try to solve the bad luck and curse on Morgan.

It should be said that he did try hard and found a solution: although after he took the first step, Morgan was exiled into the void: no mercy, no protective measures, only the so-called freedom. The stupidest declaration ever.

From that moment on, in the hearts of the Lords of Mankind: Morgan was dead.

The Emperor even forgot for a time that he had a daughter, just as he nearly forgot about the Second Legion.

Until a Caliban lion broke into his palace and reported a unique blood relative.

——————

The Emperor once thought that he would see his daughter's twisted corpse in an unknown world, or that he would personally end the pain of his offspring tainted by Chaos in a battle destined to erase records.

He thought about countless possibilities and tragedies, and even thought about how he would feel a long-lost sadness for the death of his heir: but he almost never thought that this seemingly hopeless individual could actually Literally struggling to survive and get in front of him.

She even looks normal, very normal, except for her not-so-good eating habits: think of Sanguinius's weird wings. Compared to him, being picky or overeating is never a problem. .

Thinking of this, when the Lord of Mankind actually stood in front of Morgan, he only felt a sense of relief: Morgan was much better than he expected at this time, so there was nothing to worry about.

After all, he once thought that his descendants would only fight against him as minions of the evil god, and since the reality was not that bad, no matter what happened next, he would not care.

How much worse could it be?

With such thoughts in mind, the Lord of Mankind took a serious look at his daughter for the first time: He had sketched out Morgan's appearance countless times from his own heirs' mouths and various intelligences, and sketched out a shrewd, greedy girl. , silent, deadly helpers and predators.

Doesn't sound too bad.

At this moment, a thought even flashed through the mind of the Lord of Humanity, a thought that was not very polite: most of his impressions of the heirs in front of him came from the daily reports of the Lord of Dark Angels, Zhuang Sen's The reports were always cold and fair, without the slightest possibility of favoritism. In his reports, there was never any conflict with Morgan, only the silent and tacit understanding between the two that was visible to the naked eye.

His lion is certainly believable, but the Lord of Mankind will not deceive himself. He knows how direct and difficult it is to get along with Jonson: since Morgan can even adapt to the rhythm of life and work of the Calibans, let her go with Cooperation with other legions is naturally the easiest thing.

As for Jonson...

For a moment, the Lord of Mankind really thought about it: among his most powerful blades, Horus was not to mention, Ferus had strong support from the Phoenician Phoenix, Guilliman's All his thoughts were focused on his petty anger towards the five hundred worlds. Only the King of Knights from Caliban seemed to really need an assistant.

However, would Jonson really regard this as a favor... rather than an affront to his private territory?

After all, Caliban’s main mission from beginning to end is to hunt down the empire’s enemies in the endless darkness. To let him lead a blood relative for more than ten years is already a very excessive branch mission. : What's more, in Jonson's day-to-day reports, he didn't seem to have a better connection with Morgan, and he didn't have the kind of foundation to fight side by side for a long time like Ferrus and Fulgrim.

He even deliberately avoided words related to Morgan: in Caliban's report from the King of Knights, all the information about Morgan was only about his great achievements in the war and his loyalty in secret temptations. As for Jonson's love for Her opinions are always silence and the most formulaic praise.

It was a cold, tacit understanding and affection between comrades.

Unless he is telling the truth: this is impossible, Zhuang Sen is very similar to him, so naturally he is not a person who is telling the truth.

That's really a pity...

——————

Thousands of thoughts and emotions flashed through the heart of the Lord of Humanity, but it was just a moment that even the Primarch could not detect.

When the Emperor's will was separated from his own thoughts, he began to think of the next topic: since the first conversation was far from a success, let him soften it as much as possible.

Where to start?

Let him think about how he met his children before...

The Lord of Humanity's pupils were flashing with light. He spoke again, his tone of voice constantly changing and changing before the words left his lips, and finally settled on a feeling similar to that of a gratified father and a satisfied king. status between.

【Morgan. 】

【my child. 】

He spoke again, and the meaning in his words was obvious.

Finally, the emperor's daughter stopped dodging. She raised her head and looked into the overly dazzling light with her blue pupils, which made her unable to fully open her eyes.

【Father. 】

She spoke softly, her voice like a stream that had just melted in the early spring.

The Emperor nodded as he thought about his first encounters with each of his heirs, recalling topics that could open up the situation.

If he remembers correctly...

Home planet seems like a good idea.

Whether it was Perturabo, or Sanguinius, or Jaghatai and Lorgar: most of his sons had a home planet that they were proud of and cared about.

So, the emperor smiled, he slightly put away the light around him, took a step forward in the dim environment, and continued the conversation.

[I originally thought I would meet you on your home planet. My daughter, each of your brothers met me on their home planet. They have either created outstanding careers of their own, or Came to my side to fight prematurely. 】

[They are just as I expected when they were created, brave and fearless. 】

He spoke with the most instinctive pride, and at this moment, the emperor seemed to suddenly remember something. He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to pat his daughter.

[Of course, you and your brothers are different, and I will not be more demanding on you in this aspect. 】

He smiled, but Morgan did not show the same smile. An unknown color flashed in her pupils because of these words.

——————

In the shadows.

Makado slowly raised his hand.

But when he heard the words "You are different", he covered his face.

sigh.