Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

It wasn't until their conversation lasted until a certain moment that the Lord of Humanity truly realized a problem:

Morgan, his daughter, his second creation, was perhaps a little more troublesome than all her blood relatives.

She may not be someone who can be pleased and appeased by a single means.

It seems that it will be a very difficult task to crack open the thick shell of caution and hostility in her heart: so difficult that it exceeds all the imagination, planning and expectations of the Lord of Humanity before this.

And when the Lord of Mankind wants to understand this simple truth, he will discover another reality almost at the same time:

What he wanted to understand was that it was too late.

He was already standing in front of his only genetic daughter, looking down at the lonely original body in the darkness and colder light, like a statue of a god with no sorrow or joy, and the dazzling light from winter was gone without any trace. Emotions are reflected on the faces of sad believers.

He had already seen wariness and fear on that beautiful and pale face: they were not human emotions, but a kind of small carnivore in the forest, which would only be revealed when facing a more terrifying and powerful beast. The most instinctive intention is to shrink back.

That was not something that could be resolved with a word or two: it was clear that his daughter had seen glimpses of the truth before his empire found her, and was tortured by it.

Torture created powerlessness, powerlessness prompted pain, and pain, as time passed slowly, produced a vicious fruit in her heart, making her indifferent and selfish, allowing her to use the state of mind of a beast, To look at the prison of civilization.

Emotions were once a flail on her body, but now, she holds part of the flail that originally bound her in her hands, enduring the pain of the rough steel grinding her flesh, giving herself the ability to protect herself in the darkest void. .

Emotion had been her gift.

But it became her bondage.

But now, emotion is the weapon she trusts and relies on the most. She clings to this small amount of security in her heart and watches the silent Lord of Humanity from afar.

The Emperor did not act immediately. He just looked at Morgan, looking at her uneasy eyes hidden under the silver hair.

He might be able to erase these false emotions and let his light and heat slowly melt the ice of wariness, fear, and distrust: it wouldn't be difficult.

But it takes time.

It takes a long time.

To accompany, to give, to prove his sincerity, integrity and original intention with countless practical actions, to use actions more profound than blood and steel to shoot down the fruits of evil.

For the emperor.

This is actually not difficult.

…

But he can't.

——————

He ran out of time.

He never had time.

The patchwork hegemony, patchwork planning, and empire riddled with contradictions are already the best answers he can achieve in just a few hundred years. He does not have the time to accompany each of his heirs. , to become a father in the true sense.

Only a few people can wait for his love and time: Horus is the luckiest one, Vulkan gets another preferential treatment because of his specialness, and as for the remaining primarchs, they can get Yes, it will only be a long conversation for a night, a box of gifts, or tolerance for a month.

For Morgan, and considering the importance of his only daughter in the heart of the Lord of Mankind, even one night is a ridiculous waste. He is destined not to stay with Morgan for too long. , and he doesn’t really need a second legion leader who is grateful to him.

Even if it's more utilitarian: Even if Morgan resents him, what can he do?

His daughter knows the cruel truth of this world and the unbridgeable gap in strength between them: As long as this gap symbolizing strength still exists, Morgan will not have the heart or courage to challenge him.

Resentment is terrible, but resentment without power is nothing more than that.

As long as his power is still enough to make Morgan feel the terror of Annihilation, then the Lord of the Second Legion will be a smart man who can save him from worry.

This... seems good?

Such cold and heartless thoughts drew a black track in the heart of the Lord of Humanity, and were suppressed to the lowest level. When the emperor looked at his daughter's silver hair, he just sighed softly.

If he could have discovered Morgan earlier, or if he could have predicted all this earlier, then there might still be room for redemption:

But there are no ifs in reality. The real fact is that he discovered it too late.

This is not because the Lord of Man's thinking is dull and slow: he is certainly not such a fool.

This is simply because: the master of mankind has fallen into some kind of trap, some kind of wonderful cage called empiricism. Throughout the ages, countless great miracle workers have failed in this inconspicuous ravine, including even The Emperor's former identity and appearance.

The Lord of Humanity also has experience in welcoming back the original body: On the surface, he has recovered fifteen descendants. Except for those who are more special, the process of his encounter with most of the descendants has been very complicated. are similar.

Maybe it will be a challenge from a stranger, maybe it will be a rescue from the sky, and more often, his descendants will feel his arrival, and they will know this encounter well: in the dry In the desert, in the noisy royal court, on the steep mountain cliff, he would descend in front of them, reveal his true body in the golden light, and then introduce himself.

After he introduces himself, or even before, his children will bend down deeply, even kneel on the ground, put aside their usual pride, and call him "Father".

There would then be a brisk conversation between them: in most cases, the first part of the conversation would be about the Primarch's homeworld, where he would admire the lovely little enterprise his children had built, And as a matter of course, he extended the topic to another place: the endless galaxy, and the truly great cause he created in the galaxy.

When the topic extends to this, soon the Human Empire will have a new primarch, and the Emperor will also have a new heir, and another Astartes Legion will be summoned to fight with them The genetic father completes a touching reunion, or dares to touch the heart.

This has always been the case, and this has even given the Emperor some path dependence.

It wasn't until he didn't hear the words [Father] that he took for granted that the Lord of Humanity truly realized:

This time, something didn't seem quite right.

——————

[You look a little uneasy, my daughter, my Lord of the Second Legion. 】

When Morgan's pupils flashed with unknown colors, the Emperor captured this moment as a matter of course: in the perception of the Lord of Humanity, even the Primarchs, their every move, their demeanor and thoughts were too Slow and obvious.

The emperor's movements and words did not stop because of these resisting emotions. He slowly retracted his hand. In this simple action, countless emotions and tones flashed in his mind. Preparing for his next words.

He stepped back, almost slowly, allowing a safe distance to appear between him and his daughter. He knew that this was what Morgan needed most right now: a sense of security.

The Emperor knew all this, he knew how to proceed, it was ancient knowledge to him.

[No need to be uneasy, no need to be afraid, my child, my power will only unleash my anger on the enemies of mankind, and you are my heir, my creation. 】

The words of the Lord of Mankind swayed back and forth between the gentleness of his father and the strength of the monarch. He spent a lot of time grasping the attitude required in each sentence, and finally stayed at a point that satisfied him. He would These hard-won words were used as bait, thrown towards the daughter hiding in the shadows.

The effect is good.

When she realized that the situation could not remain like this, Morgan silently accepted the Emperor's kindness. After the Emperor took a step back, she leaned forward and calculated her steps carefully so that her body could Emerge in the light of the Lord of Mankind.

【Father. 】

she says.

This sentence is so serious that it can be regarded as a true act of obedience.

Morgan did not kneel down, nor did she bend over in an exaggerated manner. She followed a standard etiquette, and no one could raise any more questions. When she straightened her back again, her eyebrows were still lowered. , without the coldness and majesty of the past, only a gaze symbolizing surrender and respect, emanating from the blue pupils, captured by the emperor.

The Lord of Mankind nodded.

When he saw his daughter showing an aura of peace because of this retreating compromise, letting her silver hair fall behind her ears, revealing her complete pale face in the cold light of the Lord of Humanity, He actually recalled some things, some things that happened thousands of years ago. The ancient fragments came back to his mind along with the long-lost memories, gradually overlapping with the dimness and scene in front of him.

The emperor remembered: In an era that would not be recorded in the oldest history books, when he was still a rude mortal, he walked through a dense forest at night and met a person under the faint moonlight. uninvited guest.

It was a big cat, a lynx, or some extinct cat.

But that didn't matter: he met the creature under the moonlight, wounded and neighing defiantly at him, hidden in the shadows, revealing only its furry face, full of beastly features. Wariness and uneasiness.

The more it barks, the more manic it becomes, the more restless it becomes, and the less courage it has to attack: only the quiet big cats are dangerous big cats.

He tamed it, and then lost it after leaving without saying goodbye. The Lord of Humanity had long forgotten the specific details, but he did remember the incident clearly.

When this ancient memory was combined with the reality in the shadows, the Lord of Humanity just showed a brisk smile.

He waited patiently, waiting for Morgan to finally stand in the light. He thought about how to proceed: maybe he should behave more gently? Let the atmosphere that has finally calmed down continue.

This is the right direction.

The Lord of Mankind thought this way: He may never be able to make his daughter a perfect heir like Horus, but he can make her know from the bottom of her heart that he is different from the gods in the subspace.

He can be trusted: at least partially trusted.

Thinking of this, the Emperor smiled, and his smile even caused the palm-handler on the side to have an illusion for a moment: the Lord of Mankind might have found the right way to conduct this conversation.

Sure enough, when the emperor once again stretched out his hand, palm upward, spreading it out to show a friendly attitude, he adjusted the light around him in time to dim the dazzling golden light, allowing his true image to appear. In front of Morgan.

He spoke.

[Morgan, my daughter. 】

【You don’t need to worry. 】

[I am not a monster, nor the malicious will of those who claim to be gods. I am your father, your protector, an ordinary person who brought you into this world, and will fulfill my responsibilities accordingly. 】

[There is no fundamental difference between you and me, your blood relatives, and any mortal you have ever seen. What power brings is only the most superficial difference. In essence, whether it is you or me, we are all the same. They are all the same, they are all part of the mortal world. 】

[No need to fear, no need to worry, my daughter, I am your father: this is my identity and responsibility, my desire and shackles, my past and future, I brought you into the world as a father, And I am also looking forward to my future with you as a father. 】

He spoke, his words full of sincerity.

The Lord of Humanity gently waved his hand, brushing away the spiritual light that covered himself, allowing his image to appear clearly in Morgan's eyes.

[Look, my child. 】

[See it with your own eyes. 】

[Under this light, under this spiritual illusion, is my true appearance, and it is also the shadow that has always existed in your heart. 】

[It is not special, nor is it dark. Maybe there are some differences between you and me, but in this crazy galaxy, the tiny differences between us are negligible. That close connection in front of our common opponent. 】

[My daughter, you don’t have to regard me as your father. I know that I am ashamed of you and do not deserve to be called a truly qualified father. 】

[You don’t have to regard me as your friend. After all, friendship is the most precious wine in the galaxy. It is a blessing to have a true friend in your life. 】

[You don’t have to regard me as your king. I have never wanted to be loyal and followed by anyone. Worshiping kings and gods is the stupidest thing in the galaxy. I have always thought so. 】

[You just need to remember. 】

[Morgan, my daughter. 】

[In this crazy galaxy, in the malice and corruption that pervades every world and kingdom, in the face of the most vicious will that is no longer eager to destroy us and enslave us all the time. 】

[You, me, your blood relatives, and every real human being you see. 】

[We are the same kind. 】

[We can hate each other, we can be enemies of each other, and we can fight in the same room in those comfortable times. 】

[But I only hope that when you face real evil and suffering, you will remember my words and you will make a real choice. 】

【I look forward to your choice. 】

【But I hope more...】

It was a sigh.

[This will never happen. 】

——————

When the words of the Lord of Mankind are like sonorous iron, when they hit the ground, all they leave behind is the quietest breath.

In this unprecedented silence, which represented victory, Macado put down his withered palm: the smile returned to his face.

Facts have proved that in many cases, the Lord of Humanity is indeed worthy of trust and expectation.

At the very least, at this moment, Malcador believed that he could look forward to something: when he raised his head and looked at Morgan, the Sealmaster saw with great satisfaction that the restrained silence was broken by the words of the Lord of Humanity. Move, the unshakable flesh-and-blood kinship between the Emperor and the Primarch made these simple words exert endless power and miracles.

The emperor's daughter was still doubtful, worried, trapped in pain and selfishness, but under the flesh-and-blood affection, even the most indifferent Morgan involuntarily raised his head and tentatively extended his tentacles of trust. .

After all, Morgan is also a Primarch: no Primarch can resist the sincere words from the Emperor. Maybe in the future, they will return to a dismissive attitude, but when they face these words, they The Emperor's children.

Flattered child.

Makado thought so, and then he continued to observe Morgan's reaction.

The Spider Queen's pupils flashed with some colors she had never seen before: it was the curiosity that was suppressed at all costs. It urged Morgan to muster up all the courage to truly face her sincere genetic father and take the first step. step.

She raised her head, she looked.

Makado was also watching, and showed a reassuring smile.

——————

But, the next moment.

The smile froze on his face.

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In the eyes of a thousand people, there are a thousand kinds of masters of mankind.

Morgan had long heard this argument.

She heard this mysterious truth from Jonson's mouth, and the Primarch of the Dark Angels did not forget to show off to his blood relatives: the Emperor he saw was the real Emperor, the one who was hidden in the world. The secret keeper beneath the hood and black robe.

From that day on, Morgan actually had some small expectations: What would the emperor look like in her eyes?

And under the combined effect of those sincere words, that reassuring faint light, and the friendly hand stretched out in front of her, this expectation surged into her heart.

Maybe that's a lie.

Morgan thought this, but she still slowly raised her head, her fingers moving forward with trembling, trying to touch the kindness and light from the father of genes.

And at the moment when they were about to meet, Morgan finally saw: in her eyes, the appearance of the emperor.

…

…

…

fear.

Fear occupied her heart for the briefest moment.

That……

That……

What is that? !

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The Lord of Mankind in Morgan's eyes actually looks normal at first glance.

He stood in the shadows, with a figure that was not too tall, but very strong. His appearance was very handsome, but it was within the scope of common sense. He looked high-spirited, and he was a person who only needed an ordinary glance. A great person who can be recognized.

But if you take a second look, you'll notice something creepy.

That healthy skin is actually not a perfect appearance: under his earlobes, between his eyebrows, and even next to his neck, there are countless tiny cracks, as well as all kinds of disgusting things: it looks like Corpse spots are like other scary things.

His appearance is perfect, but there is a sense of incongruity, a bit too false and distorted, as if something is covered with a layer of human skin and lurking in the crowd...

No……

it's not like that.

Rather...it was like there was something hidden in his body: maybe it was a vicious seed, or maybe it was something like a monster's embryo or egg. There was no doubt that it was growing in his body, and it was growing in his body. Uncontrolled and savage growth, waiting for the day to break out of the shell.

She saw the monster, but she couldn't tell what it was: it was a mass of indescribable horror, something that had the same aura as the blue and purple evil god in her mind.

It exists in the Emperor's body, and the Lord of Mankind seems to have no knowledge of it: but if you look closely, you will find that there seems to be some traces of pain on his face, which seems to prove that he is suppressing something in his body.

But Morgan didn't have time to think about it, because just when she took another look at the monster existing in the emperor's body, she discovered...

The monster was also looking at her.

It smiled.

That smile actually made Morgan feel...

kind.

——————

Just like a small beast being chased by a ferocious beast, Morgan panicked and retreated into the endless darkness.

The most sincere fear was on her face, which even made the Lord of Humanity and the Palmist feel real confusion, and in this confusion, they heard the voice from Morgan.

The voice was weak, almost pleading, begging the Emperor's light to shine again.

The Lord of Humanity did not do so immediately, but when he found that his daughter had returned to that bowed state again, he could only helplessly let the dazzling golden light envelope Morgan again.

This time, Morgan squinted his eyes and actually showed a calm attitude.

The emperor was hesitant. He really didn't expect that problems would arise at this step.

[What did you see, my daughter? 】

[…It’s nothing, father. 】

After a while, Morgan slowly emerged from the shadows.

[I saw something that I couldn't understand, and it scared me. 】

fear?

The Emperor frowned. Even the Lord of Mankind could not figure out what this so-called fear was, and Morgan obviously did not have the courage to continue talking.

The conversation seemed to be bogged down in a dilemma, one that the Emperor could not easily solve: then what the Lord of Mankind needed was the simplest solution.

——————

Malcador felt the gaze from the Lord of Humanity, which contained a helpless and even resentful expectation.

He sighed: for the third time.

But in the end, he still held on to his scepter and walked out of the shadows.

"fear?"

"There is no need to fear, Primarch."

He spoke and walked, and soon came to Morgan's side. When the Spider Queen's eyes shifted to Malcador, she actually felt at ease: at least it made her more at ease than looking at the Emperor.

This made the Lord of Humanity frown slightly.

【Palmprinter. 】

Morgan remained polite.

Machado nodded and said the simplest hello to Morgan.

"Why are you afraid, Lord of the Second Legion? What you see is what you expect and think in your heart."

【……】

[That's what scares me, the Seal Holder. 】

Malcador blinked, and in the ocean of will, he turned to look at the emperor with confusion and questioning.

And the Lord of Mankind was watching him.

His face was full of innocence.

"..."

Sigh for the fourth time.

The imprinter stepped forward and patted Morgan on the shoulder.

"Morgan - please allow me to call you this, you don't need to be afraid."

"Fear is not something unsolvable. The root cause of any fear is anxiety caused by lack of strength. I know that you are facing some truths in the galaxy. It is not easy to face them, even for It is normal for a Primarch to feel that she is not strong enough."

He spoke softly, and there was a kind of stability and firmness in the old words that was more reassuring than the emperor's voice.

"But you don't have to worry, Morgan."

"Your genetic father, your master and father, has brought you gifts. The gifts he personally selected represent his importance and affection for you."

"That is a gift to the Primarch. It is power enough to make you feel at ease."

“Look forward to them, and you will soon have no fear: because of his love for you.”

The Seal Holder whispered softly, and like the most patient elder, he slowly waited for Morgan's sight to appear again: that sight avoided the Emperor himself, wandering between the Seal Holder and the light.

【……】

【……Gift? 】

"Yes, a gift."

"A gift from a father to his daughter."

“This word may sound a little strange to you, but that’s okay.”

He said, smiled, and then slowly looked at the Lord of Humanity.

Malcador suddenly remembered something.

He actually didn't know what gift the Lord of Humanity had prepared for his daughter: the seal bearer was too busy to care about it.

But I guess...

should……

Will not have any problems?

Facing the gaze of the person holding the seal, the Lord of Humanity looked at his best friend and showed a smile that tried to reassure him.

…

Uneasiness came to Macado's mind.