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[DISCONTINUED] In the Beginning, There Was Man (WH40k x SC)

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Dark Angel Rising​

The city was burning all around him, he could be barely see in the smoke. He could hear the thundering of basilisks, guardsmen's lasguns fighting futilely against daemons of the Warp, the screaming of his neighbors, and the sick liquid ripping of flesh tearing apart. His parents were drafted to the Imperial Guard, as the High Lords of Terra hastily made a defense force from the already depleting army. He remembered them smiling, but he could see they were false. They know there's a strong chance they wouldn't return. They told his elder sister to take care of him while they were gone and place a kiss on his and his sister's foreheads, and that was the last he ever saw of them.

The worse part was the abandonment of his sister, she promised she would safe, that she would get help and find the Angels of Death...that was three days ago. She said that if she were didn't returned, that he would get the necklace she had, as a reminder of her and their parents. He would've stayed in his house, but it was destroyed by some sort of bombardment, along with most of his neighborhood. For a day now, he was running, trying to find a way to escape. There was news that there was an exodus of ships to leave Terra.

His lungs were full smoke, he could barely breathe- Boom. Pain. That's all he could feel. The nearby outpost of imperial guardsmen was destroyed along with the road they were defending, decorating the land with gore. It hurt to breathe and blood covered his vision. He sobbed, he failed his sister, his God-Emperor, but he failed most on his race. He was going to die, bleeding on the street, alone without his family near him. He lifted his right arm to sky, as painful as it was to make even the smallest movement, and tried to touch the sun, Maybe if he could reach it, the God-Emperor would give him the mercy of being with him when he died.

He heard footsteps near him, getting louder and louder, with metal boots clashing against the dirt of the earth. He turned his head to the left and saw a figure in red armor, large and powerful. His eyes widened, was it an Angel of Death? He smiled, tears down his face as he had confirmation of his salvation. As the figure got closer, he could see strange images on the figure's armor. Silver outlined the armor, scriptures stamped all over the armor, decorating the armor was an icon, it was queer…it was a star, eight pointed with an eye, like a cat, in the middle of it. He widened his eyes; to even look at made him nauseous, as if it was stealing his very soul. The figure was getting closer; it was holding items in both hands. The figure got closer, until he could clearly see what the figure was: A Space Marine. He saw some Space Marine, Imperial Fists if he recalled, when they we going on the frontlines with his parents. This one was different from the ones he saw.

He looked closely, strange icons all over the Astartes, clad in crimson red all over. He looked to the shoulder pauldron, a symbol was on it. A red, eight sided star, with a face elongated, its mouth open, with curved horns on its side of the head.

The Space Marine was coming nearer and nearer, every step the marine took was a step closer to his demise. He tried to crawl away, but every time he moved, pain wracked his body. A shadow washed over him, and he turned his body upside to see the Space Marine staring down on him. Red malevolent eyes, horns pointing upwards from his helmet, and a decapitated head he was holding from one of his clawed armored hand.

"COME AND SEE THE GLORY THAT IS CHAOS! I AM ARCHAON OF THE WORD BEARERS AND I AM THE VOICE OF THE DARK POWERS! HEAR THEIR NAMES AND TRMEMBLE IN THEIR MIGHT PRAY THAT YOU ARE WORTHY OF THEIR GLORIOUS ATTENTION AND YOU MAY GAIN FAVOR!" the herald roared with reverence and awe. The Word Bearer looked down on the boy, his zeal from his voice still in his voice.

"Praying to your corpse god? You will not find your false god here; he is leaving you to die, to save himself from the death he deserves." The Space Marine chortled. The Word Bearer then kicked the boy lightly on the rib, well lightly to the Word Bearers view, the boy screamed loudly and in pain, he cried, that's all the boy could do, he had no strength to fight back.

The Word Bearer then wrapped his hand around the boy's throat, lifting him up from the ground as the boy's legs were flailing in the air, his hands grabbing on to the hand that was choking him. The boy's attacker eased his grip on, making breathe easier and then brought him face to face with the Word Bearer. Tears gathered in the corners of the boy's eyes.

The Word Bearer growled, "Cease your struggling boy, if I wanted you dead, your head would be splattered all over the pavement. No boy, I want to show you something."

"You follow the corpse emperor, yet you have seen the awesome power of Chaos, you haven't seen any 'power' your pathetic false god has... you pray, seeking him, knowing he will not answer. I will be merciful. Swear your allegiance to the true gods of this universe and I will give you a chance to serve them for a lifetime."

The boy stared at the Word Bearer, his eyes widening each time the Astartes spoke in disbelief, this person has slaughtered his way to his home world, and most likely killed his neighbors that he had known his entire life…and he wanted to convert him to heresy? He said nothing; he had no energy to speak and was scared of what he would say, just because he was dying didn't mean he wanted to die.

"You have a strong will, boy, accept glorious Chaos as your savior, and I will train you to become a warrior of great skill…or maybe….you need incentive to join." The Word Bearer menacingly whispers, and lifted the hand with the head.

The Word Bearer laughed as he saw the head…he wanted to puke…but his throat was enclosed and couldn't even try if he wanted to, his sister, his older beautiful sister, gone before her time, killed by the sick twisted monster before him. Soulless, vacant eyes looked to his own, face frozen in confusion as her final moments was shown to him, he couldn't stop crying, why was this happening to him? He worshiped his emperor, he didn't do anything wrong…so why?

The Word Bearer, seemingly reading his thoughts, spoke calmly "I killed her mercifully, I'm not a vengeful being, in fact, you can say I saved her. Imagine if she was captured by a Noise Marine, tortured for the rest of her miserable life, if not for me. Yes boy, you may hate me, but you will use that hate to make the enemies of Chaos despair."

He looked at the Word Bearer, hate with in his eyes, disbelief that this creature would try to coerce him after showing his sister's head to him and expect him to convert to Chaos. With as much energy as he could, he lifted his left arm and gave the Word Bearer an uncouth sign with his hand. The Word Bearer dropped the boy's sister's head and then crushed his hand with minimal effort. He started to scream, only to get back handed by the Word Bearer.

"Insolent boy! I tried giving you mercy, tried to make you become a warrior of Chaos, and you spit on this generous offer? I will make suffer before this day is done, and make sure you my gods see this sacrifice to them" The Word Bearer roared at him, rage palpable in his malevolent red, glowing eyes. The Chaos Marine then unsheathed his chainsword from his sides and raised it up in the air.

"Now die! For Glorious Chaos!" The red clad warrior roared.

He closed his eyes, ready to meet death head on. He waited and waited…he slowly opened his eyes to look up and saw the Word Bearer's sword arm in frozen mid-swing. Why was the Word Bearer not striking him yet? Before He can comprehend what was going on, the Word Bearers arm that was holding him in place exploded, inadvertently letting him go. He dropped to the floor; He coughed, trying to regain his breath after who knows how long he was being choked.

He looked up to see the Word Bearer roaring in pain, his chainsword dropped, while grasping his amputated arm, blood spewing with from the forearm. His body was shaking, as he turned around immediately to leave, limping as he went, only to see another Space Marine. He was clad in green, with a hood over him and what looked like wings over his back. A sword strapped to his back, and holding two guns on each hand. His entire armor was covered with blood, bullet holes riddled all over his, and there were even a couple of wounds that looked fresh. The Space Marine entire body was shaking, it was easy to tell that he was heavily wounded, and that if he didn't get, he would succumb to his wounds.

He tried to get closer, but fell, his legs weak from having energy. He closed his eyes, waiting for impact on the hard floor, but instead felt small arms wrapping around him. He opened his eyes, and looked to see a person holding him; they were covered from head to toe in a robe, with a hood covering their entire head, and nothing visible to see, as only darkness was seen in the hood.

"Watcher, take him to the exodus ships, he needs to be out of this area soon. Chaos will soon descend on this area." The Marine spoke, his voice raspy, as if he rarely spoke at all.

The Watcher nodded quickly, and supported him to his side, and went to the exodus ships. They took only a step, before the pavement in front of them exploded. The Watcher and him turned around to see the wounded Word Bearer, his remaining holding on to a bolter gun still smoking from firing in front of them.

"You will not leave this place alive, blood of Ollanius, I gave you a chance to worship Chaos, yet you spite-"The Word Bearer quickly dodged out of the way as he was being fired on by the Loyalist Marine.

"Get him out of here, now!" The Marine yelled, urgency in voice was easily heard.

The Chaos Marine quickly rushed him, yelling at him, he could only comprehend what was going on until it was too late; the Word Bearers was already inches away from him, before the Space Marine tackled him to the ground. He stared numbly as both Marines were fighting, titans of metal clashed in the ground trying to get to him, their goal.

The winged marine, punched the Chaos marine in the face repeatedly, before getting kicked in the gut, and quickly rolled away as Word Bearer started shooting at him. The loyalist marine started shooting his dual guns at the Chaos marine, bolter and plasma rounds were shot to the ground, and smoke of holy fire came off the guns.

The Word Bearer dodged most of the rounds, some rounds hitting him, the Word Bearer quickly around and saw an opening, and quickly rushed the marine, and then jumped in the air, giving momentum to him to crush the marine. The loyalist marine eye's widened and quickly got something out of his back. It was a helmet; it had red wings on both of its sides, with inscriptions written all over it. The Astartes quickly threw the helmet to Him.

"Grab the Helmet and go." The loyalist marine spoke with haste. His distraction cost him, as he was pummeled to the ground. The Word Bearer then proceeded to stomp on the marine over and over again; the green clad marine coughed up blood for each stomp that was inflicted upon on him. He quickly grabbed the helmet, as the Watcher tried to pull him back to the exodus ships. He quickly looked around; he didn't want to leave his savior to die for him.

The Word Bearer roared with laughter" You are weak 'Lord' Cypher, traitor to Chaos and traitor to the corpse emperor's forces; the Dark Angels were a pathetic lot, they couldn't kill someone as weak as you, I will enjoy your suffering."

Cypher, the now revealed Dark Angel Space Marine, glared with righteous anger at the Word Bearer. He grabbed the Word Bearer's right leg and flipped him over, and rolled over to his hands and a knee, trying to find his weapons, but was then was kicked on his ribs by the Word Bearer. The Word Bearer then aimed his bolter gun on Cypher, ready to shoot the Dark Angel marine, but no sound bolter round came out, only the sound of clicking of and empty clip. The Word bearer cried with rage, and kicked Cypher on his sides. The Word Bearer, in his rage, found his chainsword on the ground where he dropped it. He then ran towards its location, only to feel hands on his feet and saw Cypher holding on to his left foot.

The Word Bearer tried to shake him off, only for Cypher to twist his hands, and with a grotesque crack, snapped the Word Bearer's ankle. The traitor marine yelled in pain, and fell in pain to his knees. Cypher then used his swift speed to use his entire body weight to get on top of the Chaos Marine. They wrestled to the floor, struggling for supremacy and survival of this death fight.

The Chaos Marine used his remaining usable hand to quickly grasp the Cypher's head and then forcefully headbutted Cypher, blood spraying all over the Word Bearer's helmet. Cypher then collapsed on top of the Word Bearer's form. Growling in disgust, the Word Bearer pushed Cypher off him and unsteadily got to his feet and looked down on Cypher, the formers face covered in blood and grasping his head in pain.

"I'm done, no more wasting time; I'm going to kill you quickly." The Word Bearer said menacingly.

Cypher looked at him, and then chortled and started to chuckle, which then descended to full blown laughter. Cypher was laughing with tears, as if what the Word Bearer's existence was a joke. The Chaos Marine's eyes smoldered in rage, the marine would not be humiliated by a dying weakened Space Marine.

"Do not laugh at me, you death is already eminent, your feats of distraction to distance your death is futile." The Chaos Marine spoke with anger laced in his voice.

Cypher gave him a sardonic, bloody smile "I'm not laughing at my death, I'm laughing at yours, you imbecile."

Lights washed over both the Marines, the Chaos Marine looked over his shoulder to see the source of the light…only to get riddled with bolter fire, puncturing his armor multiple times. The light was getting closer, the bolter wounds getting more and more pronounced, until the light was shown; a Land Speeder.

The Watcher in the Dark was shooting at the gun, with the boy driving unevenly, gaining speed; He intended to run over the Word Bearer. With a ferocious yell, he smashed the Word Bearer with the momentum of the Land Speeder, making a sick crunch when both vehicle and target collided. The Chaos Marine skidded on the floor, blood marking on where he was before, his helmet gone showing his disfigured face, a tattoo of the mark of Chaos on top of his forehead, skin gone from the skidding of the floor.

The Word Bearer was on his hands and knees, trying to get up, when a shadow fell over him, he looked upwards to see the boy staring over him. His face was devoid with emotion, His hands holding on to a lasgun, the weapon shaking from the boy's weak, broken hands. He looked straight into the Word Bearer's eyes and pressed the gun to the Word Bearer's forehead and the spoke, weak from usage, strong in conviction.

"For my sister." The boy choked out.

The Word Bearer's head exploded, blood rained all over the boy, he stared at the body, eyes vacant and knees shaking from exertion. He fell as the adrenaline left his body and then looked to the sky. Ships were fighting from the sky, Warp portals were visible with the sounds of gun firing against metal hulls of ships. He sighed and rose from the ground; he gave a nervous chuckle and turned his body around to see the injured Space Marine. He saw the Watcher in the Dark tending to Marine, he walked closer to marine to help him get into the Land Speeder, if he could help him, maybe he could be safe for the rest of travel to the exodus ships. An armored hand grabbed him by his remaining clothes and pulled him closer.

"Why didn't you leave when I told you to boy? You may be not able get to the ships?" The Dark Angel spoke with gritted teeth, irritation dripping from his voice.

He shook his head and spoke with a small voice "You saved…me…the Emperor smiled upon me…but I couldn't leave my savior…behind. I was weak…but I'm glad I saved you…if not by myself, then by you giving my sister's killer death."

Cypher stared at him blankly, staring at him, trying to see if He told to him. The green clad warrior then shook his head and smiled, blood staining his teeth.

"Ah, boy, I'm not savior. I killed many innocents in my life, I did atrocious things to save the imperium…and I don't regret it…we be dying…but in the fire and ashes of this burning world…you will rise great…I can see it." Cypher spoke calmly, stopping a few times to gain his breath.

"Boy, you still have the helmet correct?" The boy nodded his head and pointed to the Land Speeder. "Good…I'm going to need you for a momentous task…I'm going to give the sword that I have holstered in back…I need you to somehow and someway…to give it to the Emperor…maybe he can forgive my Legion…maybe he can forgive me for what I've done…"Cypher spoke to the boy, his voice getting weak with every word he spoke.

Cypher, with great effort, moved his upper body forwards and took out the sword from his back, his face contorted with pain as he then gave the sword to the Watcher. The Watcher grabbed the sword with minimal effort as he nodded to the boy and waddled to the Land Speeder. The boy then turned to dying marine.

"I want to… know the name…of my savior before I left, I promise…you won't be forgotten" He spoke with a quivering voice; he wasn't going to cry…

The Marine laughed with pain, "Boy, I want to be forgotten…after what happens today…I need to be forgotten…"

The boy shook his head," I don't want…to be ungrateful…" The marine looked at him for a few moments before he sighed and replied back to the boy, "Fine…if only you tell me your name…I'm tired of calling you boy."

The boy's eyes widened, the marine wanted to know his name? Why would he want to know?

Cypher looked to his eyes and spoke, "I want to know the name of the person I saved… to see if humanity can survive…of the trials to come…" The boy paused for nodding his head upside down and spoke firmly as he possibly can;" My name…is Rishon."

Cypher smirked, "Heh, you told me your name I'll tell you mine…I…I…I'm Zahariel El'zurias…Librarian of the Dark Angels Space Marine Legion…proud son of Lion'el Johnson…" He spoke with relief, as if he spoke of a great burden was lifted. He took something out of his sides and held it over Rishon's hand. "Open your hand; I need to give you one final thing."

Rishon opened his hand as Zahariel put his closed fist on top of his and opened them, dropping something into Rishon's hand. It was his sister's necklace, Rishon looked at it, his eyes distant from memories, of better times, it seemed like a lifetime ago…was it really three days ago that he saw his sister alive, before the Chaos snuffed the life of sister. Rishon looked up to thank the Dark Angel, but it was too late, the marine must have died a few moments ago, his eyes wide open, acceptance and relief shown. Rishon reached up to Zahariel's face and closed his eyes, he took a few moments of contemplation, looking at his sister's necklace and then placed the necklace in his pocket.

The Watcher in the Dark was already placing the sword into the Land Speeder, as he waddled to Rishon. Rishon looked to the Watcher in the Dark and was conflicted. It clearly was a xeno…but it did help to escape. Rishon shook his head, he wasn't about to deny an ally that saved him, he would deal with the consequences when he got to his desired location; it was going to be a long road to go to the exodus ships. He was going to walk to the Land Speeder when the Watcher pulled his arm which forced to turn around to see the Watcher pointing at Zahariel's weapons lying at the ground. Rishon looked back to the Watcher, still pointing at the weapons. He sighed, he might as well.

They arrived at the exodus ships, in a three hours' time, it was difficult to get in, as guardsmen accused of stealing relics and consorting with xenos, if not for a Space Marine telling the guardsmen that the Watcher was a servitor race to the Dark Angels, they might've executed him for treason. He was lucky that they let him keep the Helmet, as the rest of the wargear was confiscated by Mechanicus and let him use the Land Speeder as a temporary sleeping area. The ship he arrived on actually had the Emperor! Wasn't that special? He didn't talk to anyone, he was silent and the only person that he was comfortable with around was the Watcher. Most of the people that surrounded him were wary of the Watcher, they clearly saw it as a xeno, but if it wasn't being attacked by the guardsmen or any other Imperial Force, they clearly left it alone, though that didn't mean they glared at it or said…some words to him and the Watcher. He stared at the helmet, what was so significant about it that Zahariel would give it to him first?

He sighed, the exodus ships were already traveling to another universe, with rumors of the Emperor taking a Xeno as a wife, he knew the universe would be strange. He was tired; the Astartes already took the Land Speeder, but strangely they let him keep the wargear. Putting the helmet underneath his arms, he started to explore the ship, to see if there was anything he could, any survivors from his neighborhood, as a measly of a chance that was.

He thought about the Dark Angel, Zahariel, the one who saved him. There was rumor that you can be a Space Marine, to become the Emperor's chosen soldiers. Rishon contemplated about it, could he become an Astartes? Rishon thought about, he did want to repay the man who gave his life, to become the very thing that saved him. Rishon's family were always, in some way, Imperial Guardsmen soldiers, if by force or voluntary, Rishon was a military family…maybe he could be the first to become an Astarte. Still he had to find a way to find the Emperor, he still needed to give the Sword to him and he already was healed by some doctor when he was wondering by.

"Rishon? Rishon is that you?" Someone from the crowd yelled. Rishon looked around, who was yelling his name, was it actually a neighbor? He looked around, and saw to distinct figures, wearing the uniforms of the Imperial Guard. His parents. Tears gathered at the corners of his eyes, and he choked a sob.

"Mama! Papa! I'm here, I'm here."Rishon cried out and ran towards his parents, everything blurring, he only saw his parents, everything stopped, he was getting closer, his parents spread their arms wide, their faces elated, tears running down there cheeks. He dropped the helmet near his parents feet as he jumped to their arms. They hugged, the comfort of his parents for so long, the death of his sister, the near death experience, and facing a Chaos Space Marine all came crashing down on him, he cried and sobbed all the way, they came crashing into the floor, he felt his papa and mama's kisses all over his face, as if confirmation that he was alive.

"My son, your safe now…your safe…" His mama spoke softly, whispering comforts to his ear, and then looked to his face, a smile on her face, drying her tears with her hands. " Rishon…where is your sister…she should be with you…"

Rishon put his head down, and spoke, his voice dripping with self-loathing and disappointment, " I couldn't save her…she died…a Word Bearer cut her head off…." His mother hugged him again and spoke, her voice shaking with mourning, "its okay…you survived an attack by a Word Bearer, not many regular people can say that…how did you survive anyway, my son?

Rishon looked up to his mother and replied " A Space Marine saved me, he died from his wounds from other wounds, but he wanted me to run away…but I stayed to help him….I even killed the Word Bearer that killed big sister…"

His father finally spoke, his voice filled with pride, " Its okay son, you avenged your sister and killed something that would kill most Imperial Guardsmen."

Rishon nodded tiredly, he spoke again "Can we go to where I'm staying; I'm tired and wish to sleep." His parents nodded slowly, smiled down on him and followed. He turned around and picked up the helmet he dropped whilst he was running.

When his parents were lying on the floor, sleeping together in their arms, he kissed them both in the cheeks, and grabbed the Dark Angel helmet and quietly left his parents company, the Watcher in the Dark near the door waiting for him, He smiled as the Watcher waddled towards him waiting for his directions. He was walking through the ship's corridors, trying to find his destination.

When he came on the ship, it was said that none of the Dark Angels gene-seed survived nor did the Dark Angels come to the exodus, he was disappointed, he wouldn't be able to find any of Zahariel's chapter to thank him. He was going to give the wargear to one of the two Primarchs on the exodus ships. He paused,

"…luckily, twenty were found to be of the Dark Angels…" a voice spoke on the corridor on the left. His head piqued up, did some of the gene-seed survive? Maybe…just maybe…he could help.

He quickly rushed to the room with the speaking voices, and then came across a room, filled with tech priests, custodes, a few Sisters of battles and a few Space Marines. He stopped, his body frozen where he stood, all eyes turned on him. Then a tech priests, robes red walked towards him.

"Child, you do know you should not be here?" The tech priest spoke calmly, his synthetic voice loud to the quietness of the room.

"I…heard…that some of the gene-seed…of the Dark Angels survived…I have some wargear…and." Rishon stuttered, nervousness was clear in his troll. The tech priest looked to his helmet and then to his companion, and then nodded. "Ah, thank you, we shall give them to the recruits that will be selected to become the next generation Dark Angels."

Rishon nodded and gave the tech priest the helmet, only for the Watcher to pull his arm and nodded his head upwards to the gene-seed was located. He located them, and slowly walked towards it, his eyes in reverence as walked to the tubes surrounding it. He touched the glass and closed his eyes, lost in memory as he remembered the Dark Angel that saved his life. A hand landed on his shoulder and then turned his head upwards to look to see a Space Marine looking at him.

"Tell me…how did you acquire the Lion Helmet and have a xeno follow you?" the Marine rumbled, his voice deep. Rishon looked up to the marine and with a shuddering sigh, he told the marine everything on what happened to him, from his encounter with the Word Bearer and him taunting him with his sister's head, to Zahariel saving him and him ultimately succumbing to his wound inflected upon him and his request to give the sword to the emperor, and he himself ultimately slaying the Word Bearer. Throughout his explanation, the marine stayed silent, nodding when he told that he killed the Word Bearer, though he did look at the Watcher, barley hushed glares at the Watcher.

Rishon spoke the Marine, as if reading his mind "The Xeno saved my life, even if it is the word to look down on the Xeno, he did save my life and was accompanying the Dark Angel."

When he was done, the marine spoke again, "Very well…I will tolertate the Xeno for now, but keep a close eye on him…he is still a Xeno."

Rishon spoke to the Marine again "My lord…do you know were the Emperor is…it is within my duty to honor the Astarte and give the Sword to him."

A nearby Custode spoke to Rishon " Yes…but I don't see you would visit him, you don't have the sword with you."

Rishon blushed in embarrassment "Ah, I forgot…you took the Wargear…"

The Custode nodded "Worry not, while we won't give you the sword in hand, you will be able to give it to the Emperor."

Rishon widened his eyes, while he thought he was to be shooed away, to be able to actually meet the Emperor in flesh, was a dream all Imperial citizens wished they could do.

"Follow me," The Custode with swiftness," and let the Xeno by with you at all times, we don't want to take any chances with it."

Rishon followed, the corridors twisting and turning in each corner, with the presence of Space Marines, Custodes and Imperial Guardsmen increasing in number. When they stopped at their destination, he look to a massive door, guarded by all side by Custodes, their armor black and gold, lined in perfect order, ready to kill and die for their glorious Emperor.

"Wait here, one of my fellow Custodes should have the Sword soon." The Custode spoke with a curt voice, not wasting his breath any second further and then left back to where they left.

Rishon had only a moment to wait, for a Custode was already beside him, startling Rishon and made him skip a breath. With a sigh, Rishon looked up and spoke to the Custode.

"Um…sir…do we go in or do I have to wait for the Emperor…?"

The Custode spoke with a calm voice, "No need, he is expecting us."

And with a croaking sound, the doors pushed inwards, revealing a golden room, glowing majestically. Custodes in the thousands in lines, and in the very center of the attention was a baby. The Watcher gently shoved him forward, and with a stumble, cradled the Lion helm to his arm and slowly walked to the baby, with the Custode with the sword on his left and the Watcher closely behind him, with many of the Custode's weapons pointing at the Watcher.

When he got close to the baby, he was confused…wasn't the Emperor supposed to be here, and not a sleeping baby?

"I admit, this is not my preferred from myself, but I am greatly weakened by my fight against Chaos." A voice spoke to him in his mind, beautiful and perfect. Rishon then stared at the baby…was the Emperor…a baby?

"Yes…though we aren't here to talk about my current state, were here because you have a message for me, correct?" the Emperor spoke, eyes boring into his.

Rishon gulped, how stupid, he thought, to make the Emperor wait. He gave a shaky breath; somehow facing the Word Bearer was easier to face then the Emperor.

"I…was given a message…from a Space Marine from the Dark Angels…that saved my life, to give you your son's sword to you," and with a nudge, the Custode bent to one knee and presented the sword," And that he hoped you forgave his legion and himself for what they've done…"

The Emperor looked at the sword with intensity, tears coming from his newborn eyes, and silently let tears come off his cheeks. "They need not to ask for atonement, they were forgiven a long time ago, tell me who was the Space Marine who saved you?"

Rishon, looking down on the floor, it wasn't his place to look at the Emperor while he mourned, " His name was Zahariel…"

"…Ah, I remember him…such sorrow it fills me...that he thought he was punished, when he never was at fault…" The Emperor mourned, his voice filled with regret.

Rishon looked back down, it was his time to leave and his duty was done and was time to-

"Child, why do you look saddened?" The Emperor spoke suddenly, his footsteps stopping on where they going.

Rishon was frozen; did the Emperor just ask him on what he felt?

"Child, you do not have to fear me, I'm here to listen…I have seen in your heart on what you desire…do you really wish to become an Astarte? You have your parents…you no longer need to sacrifice anymore." The Emperor replied, feeling Rishon's conflicted musings.

"I…my parents can make other children…my family has always been in your grand army…but I want to become an Astartes…so that no more can suffer like me, so that Chaos can no longer harm the innocent, if you allow my Emperor, I would gladly become an Astartes of the Dark Angels…if you permit." Rishon spoke quietly, but with firm conviction.

The Emperor stared at him for a few moments before he smiled a toothless, admittedly cute smile, at him.

"Custodes, prepare to tell the Space Marines they have a new recruit on their hands…there going to need to train him."
 
*Puts on obvious song*

EDIT: Take the first die, threw the other one by accident. Also FFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-
Allison Outis threw 2 100-faced dice. Reason: YNNEAD INTERRUPT Total: 122
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Ezra said:
Dark Angel Rising​

The city was burning all around him, he could be barely see in the smoke. He could hear the thundering of basilisks, guardsmen's lasguns fighting futilely against daemons of the Warp, the screaming of his neighbors, and the sick liquid ripping of flesh tearing apart. His parents were drafted to the Imperial Guard, as the High Lords of Terra hastily made a defense force from the already depleting army. He remembered them smiling, but he could see they were false. They know there's a strong chance they wouldn't return. They told his elder sister to take care of him while they were gone and place a kiss on his and his sister's foreheads, and that was the last he ever saw of them.

The worse part was the abandonment of his sister, she promised she would safe, that she would get help and find the Angels of Death...that was three days ago. She said that if she were didn't returned, that he would get the necklace she had, as a reminder of her and their parents. He would've stayed in his house, but it was destroyed by some sort of bombardment, along with most of his neighborhood. For a day now, he was running, trying to find a way to escape. There was news that there was an exodus of ships to leave Terra.

His lungs were full smoke, he could barely breathe- Boom. Pain. That's all he could feel. The nearby outpost of imperial guardsmen was destroyed along with the road they were defending, decorating the land with gore. It hurt to breathe and blood covered his vision. He sobbed, he failed his sister, his God-Emperor, but he failed most on his race. He was going to die, bleeding on the street, alone without his family near him. He lifted his right arm to sky, as painful as it was to make even the smallest movement, and tried to touch the sun, Maybe if he could reach it, the God-Emperor would give him the mercy of being with him when he died.

He heard footsteps near him, getting louder and louder, with metal boots clashing against the dirt of the earth. He turned his head to the left and saw a figure in red armor, large and powerful. His eyes widened, was it an Angel of Death? He smiled, tears down his face as he had confirmation of his salvation. As the figure got closer, he could see strange images on the figure's armor. Silver outlined the armor, scriptures stamped all over the armor, decorating the armor was an icon, it was queer…it was a star, eight pointed with an eye, like a cat, in the middle of it. He widened his eyes; to even look at made him nauseous, as if it was stealing his very soul. The figure was getting closer; it was holding items in both hands. The figure got closer, until he could clearly see what the figure was: A Space Marine. He saw some Space Marine, Imperial Fists if he recalled, when they we going on the frontlines with his parents. This one was different from the ones he saw.

He looked closely, strange icons all over the Astartes, clad in crimson red all over. He looked to the shoulder pauldron, a symbol was on it. A red, eight sided star, with a face elongated, its mouth open, with curved horns on its side of the head.

The Space Marine was coming nearer and nearer, every step the marine took was a step closer to his demise. He tried to crawl away, but every time he moved, pain wracked his body. A shadow washed over him, and he turned his body upside to see the Space Marine staring down on him. Red malevolent eyes, horns pointing upwards from his helmet, and a decapitated head he was holding from one of his clawed armored hand.

"COME AND SEE THE GLORY THAT IS CHAOS! I AM ARCHAON OF THE WORD BEARERS AND I AM THE VOICE OF THE DARK POWERS! HEAR THEIR NAMES AND TRMEMBLE IN THEIR MIGHT PRAY THAT YOU ARE WORTHY OF THEIR GLORIOUS ATTENTION AND YOU MAY GAIN FAVOR!" the herald roared with reverence and awe. The Word Bearer looked down on the boy, his zeal from his voice still in his voice.

"Praying to your corpse god? You will not find your false god here; he is leaving you to die, to save himself from the death he deserves." The Space Marine chortled. The Word Bearer then kicked the boy lightly on the rib, well lightly to the Word Bearers view, the boy screamed loudly and in pain, he cried, that's all the boy could do, he had no strength to fight back.

The Word Bearer then wrapped his hand around the boy's throat, lifting him up from the ground as the boy's legs were flailing in the air, his hands grabbing on to the hand that was choking him. The boy's attacker eased his grip on, making breathe easier and then brought him face to face with the Word Bearer. Tears gathered in the corners of the boy's eyes.

The Word Bearer growled, "Cease your struggling boy, if I wanted you dead, your head would be splattered all over the pavement. No boy, I want to show you something."

"You follow the corpse emperor, yet you have seen the awesome power of Chaos, you haven't seen any 'power' your pathetic false god has... you pray, seeking him, knowing he will not answer. I will be merciful. Swear your allegiance to the true gods of this universe and I will give you a chance to serve them for a lifetime."

The boy stared at the Word Bearer, his eyes widening each time the Astartes spoke in disbelief, this person has slaughtered his way to his home world, and most likely killed his neighbors that he had known his entire life…and he wanted to convert him to heresy? He said nothing; he had no energy to speak and was scared of what he would say, just because he was dying didn't mean he wanted to die.

"You have a strong will, boy, accept glorious Chaos as your savior, and I will train you to become a warrior of great skill…or maybe….you need incentive to join." The Word Bearer menacingly whispers, and lifted the hand with the head.

The Word Bearer laughed as he saw the head…he wanted to puke…but his throat was enclosed and couldn't even try if he wanted to, his sister, his older beautiful sister, gone before her time, killed by the sick twisted monster before him. Soulless, vacant eyes looked to his own, face frozen in confusion as her final moments was shown to him, he couldn't stop crying, why was this happening to him? He worshiped his emperor, he didn't do anything wrong…so why?

The Word Bearer, seemingly reading his thoughts, spoke calmly "I killed her mercifully, I'm not a vengeful being, in fact, you can say I saved her. Imagine if she was captured by a Noise Marine, tortured for the rest of her miserable life, if not for me. Yes boy, you may hate me, but you will use that hate to make the enemies of Chaos despair."

He looked at the Word Bearer, hate with in his eyes, disbelief that this creature would try to coerce him after showing his sister's head to him and expect him to convert to Chaos. With as much energy as he could, he lifted his left arm and gave the Word Bearer an uncouth sign with his hand. The Word Bearer dropped the boy's sister's head and then crushed his hand with minimal effort. He started to scream, only to get back handed by the Word Bearer.

"Insolent boy! I tried giving you mercy, tried to make you become a warrior of Chaos, and you spit on this generous offer? I will make suffer before this day is done, and make sure you my gods see this sacrifice to them" The Word Bearer roared at him, rage palpable in his malevolent red, glowing eyes. The Chaos Marine then unsheathed his chainsword from his sides and raised it up in the air.

"Now die! For Glorious Chaos!" The red clad warrior roared.

He closed his eyes, ready to meet death head on. He waited and waited…he slowly opened his eyes to look up and saw the Word Bearer's sword arm in frozen mid-swing. Why was the Word Bearer not striking him yet? Before He can comprehend what was going on, the Word Bearers arm that was holding him in place exploded, inadvertently letting him go. He dropped to the floor; He coughed, trying to regain his breath after who knows how long he was being choked.

He looked up to see the Word Bearer roaring in pain, his chainsword dropped, while grasping his amputated arm, blood spewing with from the forearm. His body was shaking, as he turned around immediately to leave, limping as he went, only to see another Space Marine. He was clad in green, with a hood over him and what looked like wings over his back. A sword strapped to his back, and holding two guns on each hand. His entire armor was covered with blood, bullet holes riddled all over his, and there were even a couple of wounds that looked fresh. The Space Marine entire body was shaking, it was easy to tell that he was heavily wounded, and that if he didn't get, he would succumb to his wounds.

He tried to get closer, but fell, his legs weak from having energy. He closed his eyes, waiting for impact on the hard floor, but instead felt small arms wrapping around him. He opened his eyes, and looked to see a person holding him; they were covered from head to toe in a robe, with a hood covering their entire head, and nothing visible to see, as only darkness was seen in the hood.

"Watcher, take him to the exodus ships, he needs to be out of this area soon. Chaos will soon descend on this area." The Marine spoke, his voice raspy, as if he rarely spoke at all.

The Watcher nodded quickly, and supported him to his side, and went to the exodus ships. They took only a step, before the pavement in front of them exploded. The Watcher and him turned around to see the wounded Word Bearer, his remaining holding on to a bolter gun still smoking from firing in front of them.

"You will not leave this place alive, blood of Ollanius, I gave you a chance to worship Chaos, yet you spite-"The Word Bearer quickly dodged out of the way as he was being fired on by the Loyalist Marine.

"Get him out of here, now!" The Marine yelled, urgency in voice was easily heard.

The Chaos Marine quickly rushed him, yelling at him, he could only comprehend what was going on until it was too late; the Word Bearers was already inches away from him, before the Space Marine tackled him to the ground. He stared numbly as both Marines were fighting, titans of metal clashed in the ground trying to get to him, their goal.

The winged marine, punched the Chaos marine in the face repeatedly, before getting kicked in the gut, and quickly rolled away as Word Bearer started shooting at him. The loyalist marine started shooting his dual guns at the Chaos marine, bolter and plasma rounds were shot to the ground, and smoke of holy fire came off the guns.

The Word Bearer dodged most of the rounds, some rounds hitting him, the Word Bearer quickly around and saw an opening, and quickly rushed the marine, and then jumped in the air, giving momentum to him to crush the marine. The loyalist marine eye's widened and quickly got something out of his back. It was a helmet; it had red wings on both of its sides, with inscriptions written all over it. The Astartes quickly threw the helmet to Him.

"Grab the Helmet and go." The loyalist marine spoke with haste. His distraction cost him, as he was pummeled to the ground. The Word Bearer then proceeded to stomp on the marine over and over again; the green clad marine coughed up blood for each stomp that was inflicted upon on him. He quickly grabbed the helmet, as the Watcher tried to pull him back to the exodus ships. He quickly looked around; he didn't want to leave his savior to die for him.

The Word Bearer roared with laughter" You are weak 'Lord' Cypher, traitor to Chaos and traitor to the corpse emperor's forces; the Dark Angels were a pathetic lot, they couldn't kill someone as weak as you, I will enjoy your suffering."

Cypher, the now revealed Dark Angel Space Marine, glared with righteous anger at the Word Bearer. He grabbed the Word Bearer's right leg and flipped him over, and rolled over to his hands and a knee, trying to find his weapons, but was then was kicked on his ribs by the Word Bearer. The Word Bearer then aimed his bolter gun on Cypher, ready to shoot the Dark Angel marine, but no sound bolter round came out, only the sound of clicking of and empty clip. The Word bearer cried with rage, and kicked Cypher on his sides. The Word Bearer, in his rage, found his chainsword on the ground where he dropped it. He then ran towards its location, only to feel hands on his feet and saw Cypher holding on to his left foot.

The Word Bearer tried to shake him off, only for Cypher to twist his hands, and with a grotesque crack, snapped the Word Bearer's ankle. The traitor marine yelled in pain, and fell in pain to his knees. Cypher then used his swift speed to use his entire body weight to get on top of the Chaos Marine. They wrestled to the floor, struggling for supremacy and survival of this death fight.

The Chaos Marine used his remaining usable hand to quickly grasp the Cypher's head and then forcefully headbutted Cypher, blood spraying all over the Word Bearer's helmet. Cypher then collapsed on top of the Word Bearer's form. Growling in disgust, the Word Bearer pushed Cypher off him and unsteadily got to his feet and looked down on Cypher, the formers face covered in blood and grasping his head in pain.

"I'm done, no more wasting time; I'm going to kill you quickly." The Word Bearer said menacingly.

Cypher looked at him, and then chortled and started to chuckle, which then descended to full blown laughter. Cypher was laughing with tears, as if what the Word Bearer's existence was a joke. The Chaos Marine's eyes smoldered in rage, the marine would not be humiliated by a dying weakened Space Marine.

"Do not laugh at me, you death is already eminent, your feats of distraction to distance your death is futile." The Chaos Marine spoke with anger laced in his voice.

Cypher gave him a sardonic, bloody smile "I'm not laughing at my death, I'm laughing at yours, you imbecile."

Lights washed over both the Marines, the Chaos Marine looked over his shoulder to see the source of the light…only to get riddled with bolter fire, puncturing his armor multiple times. The light was getting closer, the bolter wounds getting more and more pronounced, until the light was shown; a Land Speeder.

The Watcher in the Dark was shooting at the gun, with the boy driving unevenly, gaining speed; He intended to run over the Word Bearer. With a ferocious yell, he smashed the Word Bearer with the momentum of the Land Speeder, making a sick crunch when both vehicle and target collided. The Chaos Marine skidded on the floor, blood marking on where he was before, his helmet gone showing his disfigured face, a tattoo of the mark of Chaos on top of his forehead, skin gone from the skidding of the floor.

The Word Bearer was on his hands and knees, trying to get up, when a shadow fell over him, he looked upwards to see the boy staring over him. His face was devoid with emotion, His hands holding on to a lasgun, the weapon shaking from the boy's weak, broken hands. He looked straight into the Word Bearer's eyes and pressed the gun to the Word Bearer's forehead and the spoke, weak from usage, strong in conviction.

"For my sister." The boy choked out.

The Word Bearer's head exploded, blood rained all over the boy, he stared at the body, eyes vacant and knees shaking from exertion. He fell as the adrenaline left his body and then looked to the sky. Ships were fighting from the sky, Warp portals were visible with the sounds of gun firing against metal hulls of ships. He sighed and rose from the ground; he gave a nervous chuckle and turned his body around to see the injured Space Marine. He saw the Watcher in the Dark tending to Marine, he walked closer to marine to help him get into the Land Speeder, if he could help him, maybe he could be safe for the rest of travel to the exodus ships. An armored hand grabbed him by his remaining clothes and pulled him closer.

"Why didn't you leave when I told you to boy? You may be not able get to the ships?" The Dark Angel spoke with gritted teeth, irritation dripping from his voice.

He shook his head and spoke with a small voice "You saved…me…the Emperor smiled upon me…but I couldn't leave my savior…behind. I was weak…but I'm glad I saved you…if not by myself, then by you giving my sister's killer death."

Cypher stared at him blankly, staring at him, trying to see if He told to him. The green clad warrior then shook his head and smiled, blood staining his teeth.

"Ah, boy, I'm not savior. I killed many innocents in my life, I did atrocious things to save the imperium…and I don't regret it…we be dying…but in the fire and ashes of this burning world…you will rise great…I can see it." Cypher spoke calmly, stopping a few times to gain his breath.

"Boy, you still have the helmet correct?" The boy nodded his head and pointed to the Land Speeder. "Good…I'm going to need you for a momentous task…I'm going to give the sword that I have holstered in back…I need you to somehow and someway…to give it to the Emperor…maybe he can forgive my Legion…maybe he can forgive me for what I've done…"Cypher spoke to the boy, his voice getting weak with every word he spoke.

Cypher, with great effort, moved his upper body forwards and took out the sword from his back, his face contorted with pain as he then gave the sword to the Watcher. The Watcher grabbed the sword with minimal effort as he nodded to the boy and waddled to the Land Speeder. The boy then turned to dying marine.

"I want to… know the name…of my savior before I left, I promise…you won't be forgotten" He spoke with a quivering voice; he wasn't going to cry…

The Marine laughed with pain, "Boy, I want to be forgotten…after what happens today…I need to be forgotten…"

The boy shook his head," I don't want…to be ungrateful…" The marine looked at him for a few moments before he sighed and replied back to the boy, "Fine…if only you tell me your name…I'm tired of calling you boy."

The boy's eyes widened, the marine wanted to know his name? Why would he want to know?

Cypher looked to his eyes and spoke, "I want to know the name of the person I saved… to see if humanity can survive…of the trials to come…" The boy paused for nodding his head upside down and spoke firmly as he possibly can;" My name…is Rishon."

Cypher smirked, "Heh, you told me your name I'll tell you mine…I…I…I'm Zahariel El'zurias…Librarian of the Dark Angels Space Marine Legion…proud son of Lion'el Johnson…" He spoke with relief, as if he spoke of a great burden was lifted. He took something out of his sides and held it over Rishon's hand. "Open your hand; I need to give you one final thing."

Rishon opened his hand as Zahariel put his closed fist on top of his and opened them, dropping something into Rishon's hand. It was his sister's necklace, Rishon looked at it, his eyes distant from memories, of better times, it seemed like a lifetime ago…was it really three days ago that he saw his sister alive, before the Chaos snuffed the life of sister. Rishon looked up to thank the Dark Angel, but it was too late, the marine must have died a few moments ago, his eyes wide open, acceptance and relief shown. Rishon reached up to Zahariel's face and closed his eyes, he took a few moments of contemplation, looking at his sister's necklace and then placed the necklace in his pocket.

The Watcher in the Dark was already placing the sword into the Land Speeder, as he waddled to Rishon. Rishon looked to the Watcher in the Dark and was conflicted. It clearly was a xeno…but it did help to escape. Rishon shook his head, he wasn't about to deny an ally that saved him, he would deal with the consequences when he got to his desired location; it was going to be a long road to go to the exodus ships. He was going to walk to the Land Speeder when the Watcher pulled his arm which forced to turn around to see the Watcher pointing at Zahariel's weapons lying at the ground. Rishon looked back to the Watcher, still pointing at the weapons. He sighed, he might as well.

They arrived at the exodus ships, in a three hours' time, it was difficult to get in, as guardsmen accused of stealing relics and consorting with xenos, if not for a Space Marine telling the guardsmen that the Watcher was a servitor race to the Dark Angels, they might've executed him for treason. He was lucky that they let him keep the Helmet, as the rest of the wargear was confiscated by Mechanicus and let him use the Land Speeder as a temporary sleeping area. The ship he arrived on actually had the Emperor! Wasn't that special? He didn't talk to anyone, he was silent and the only person that he was comfortable with around was the Watcher. Most of the people that surrounded him were wary of the Watcher, they clearly saw it as a xeno, but if it wasn't being attacked by the guardsmen or any other Imperial Force, they clearly left it alone, though that didn't mean they glared at it or said…some words to him and the Watcher. He stared at the helmet, what was so significant about it that Zahariel would give it to him first?

He sighed, the exodus ships were already traveling to another universe, with rumors of the Emperor taking a Xeno as a wife, he knew the universe would be strange. He was tired; the Astartes already took the Land Speeder, but strangely they let him keep the wargear. Putting the helmet underneath his arms, he started to explore the ship, to see if there was anything he could, any survivors from his neighborhood, as a measly of a chance that was.

He thought about the Dark Angel, Zahariel, the one who saved him. There was rumor that you can be a Space Marine, to become the Emperor's chosen soldiers. Rishon contemplated about it, could he become an Astartes? Rishon thought about, he did want to repay the man who gave his life, to become the very thing that saved him. Rishon's family were always, in some way, Imperial Guardsmen soldiers, if by force or voluntary, Rishon was a military family…maybe he could be the first to become an Astarte. Still he had to find a way to find the Emperor, he still needed to give the Sword to him and he already was healed by some doctor when he was wondering by.

"Rishon? Rishon is that you?" Someone from the crowd yelled. Rishon looked around, who was yelling his name, was it actually a neighbor? He looked around, and saw to distinct figures, wearing the uniforms of the Imperial Guard. His parents. Tears gathered at the corners of his eyes, and he choked a sob.

"Mama! Papa! I'm here, I'm here."Rishon cried out and ran towards his parents, everything blurring, he only saw his parents, everything stopped, he was getting closer, his parents spread their arms wide, their faces elated, tears running down there cheeks. He dropped the helmet near his parents feet as he jumped to their arms. They hugged, the comfort of his parents for so long, the death of his sister, the near death experience, and facing a Chaos Space Marine all came crashing down on him, he cried and sobbed all the way, they came crashing into the floor, he felt his papa and mama's kisses all over his face, as if confirmation that he was alive.

"My son, your safe now…your safe…" His mama spoke softly, whispering comforts to his ear, and then looked to his face, a smile on her face, drying her tears with her hands. " Rishon…where is your sister…she should be with you…"

Rishon put his head down, and spoke, his voice dripping with self-loathing and disappointment, " I couldn't save her…she died…a Word Bearer cut her head off…." His mother hugged him again and spoke, her voice shaking with mourning, "its okay…you survived an attack by a Word Bearer, not many regular people can say that…how did you survive anyway, my son?

Rishon looked up to his mother and replied " A Space Marine saved me, he died from his wounds from other wounds, but he wanted me to run away…but I stayed to help him….I even killed the Word Bearer that killed big sister…"

His father finally spoke, his voice filled with pride, " Its okay son, you avenged your sister and killed something that would kill most Imperial Guardsmen."

Rishon nodded tiredly, he spoke again "Can we go to where I'm staying; I'm tired and wish to sleep." His parents nodded slowly, smiled down on him and followed. He turned around and picked up the helmet he dropped whilst he was running.

When his parents were lying on the floor, sleeping together in their arms, he kissed them both in the cheeks, and grabbed the Dark Angel helmet and quietly left his parents company, the Watcher in the Dark near the door waiting for him, He smiled as the Watcher waddled towards him waiting for his directions. He was walking through the ship's corridors, trying to find his destination.

When he came on the ship, it was said that none of the Dark Angels gene-seed survived nor did the Dark Angels come to the exodus, he was disappointed, he wouldn't be able to find any of Zahariel's chapter to thank him. He was going to give the wargear to one of the two Primarchs on the exodus ships. He paused,

"…luckily, twenty were found to be of the Dark Angels…" a voice spoke on the corridor on the left. His head piqued up, did some of the gene-seed survive? Maybe…just maybe…he could help.

He quickly rushed to the room with the speaking voices, and then came across a room, filled with tech priests, custodes, a few Sisters of battles and a few Space Marines. He stopped, his body frozen where he stood, all eyes turned on him. Then a tech priests, robes red walked towards him.

"Child, you do know you should not be here?" The tech priest spoke calmly, his synthetic voice loud to the quietness of the room.

"I…heard…that some of the gene-seed…of the Dark Angels survived…I have some wargear…and." Rishon stuttered, nervousness was clear in his troll. The tech priest looked to his helmet and then to his companion, and then nodded. "Ah, thank you, we shall give them to the recruits that will be selected to become the next generation Dark Angels."

Rishon nodded and gave the tech priest the helmet, only for the Watcher to pull his arm and nodded his head upwards to the gene-seed was located. He located them, and slowly walked towards it, his eyes in reverence as walked to the tubes surrounding it. He touched the glass and closed his eyes, lost in memory as he remembered the Dark Angel that saved his life. A hand landed on his shoulder and then turned his head upwards to look to see a Space Marine looking at him.

"Tell me…how did you acquire the Lion Helmet and have a xeno follow you?" the Marine rumbled, his voice deep. Rishon looked up to the marine and with a shuddering sigh, he told the marine everything on what happened to him, from his encounter with the Word Bearer and him taunting him with his sister's head, to Zahariel saving him and him ultimately succumbing to his wound inflected upon him and his request to give the sword to the emperor, and he himself ultimately slaying the Word Bearer. Throughout his explanation, the marine stayed silent, nodding when he told that he killed the Word Bearer, though he did look at the Watcher, barley hushed glares at the Watcher.

Rishon spoke the Marine, as if reading his mind "The Xeno saved my life, even if it is the word to look down on the Xeno, he did save my life and was accompanying the Dark Angel."

When he was done, the marine spoke again, "Very well…I will tolertate the Xeno for now, but keep a close eye on him…he is still a Xeno."

Rishon spoke to the Marine again "My lord…do you know were the Emperor is…it is within my duty to honor the Astarte and give the Sword to him."

A nearby Custode spoke to Rishon " Yes…but I don't see you would visit him, you don't have the sword with you."

Rishon blushed in embarrassment "Ah, I forgot…you took the Wargear…"

The Custode nodded "Worry not, while we won't give you the sword in hand, you will be able to give it to the Emperor."

Rishon widened his eyes, while he thought he was to be shooed away, to be able to actually meet the Emperor in flesh, was a dream all Imperial citizens wished they could do.

"Follow me," The Custode with swiftness," and let the Xeno by with you at all times, we don't want to take any chances with it."

Rishon followed, the corridors twisting and turning in each corner, with the presence of Space Marines, Custodes and Imperial Guardsmen increasing in number. When they stopped at their destination, he look to a massive door, guarded by all side by Custodes, their armor black and gold, lined in perfect order, ready to kill and die for their glorious Emperor.

"Wait here, one of my fellow Custodes should have the Sword soon." The Custode spoke with a curt voice, not wasting his breath any second further and then left back to where they left.

Rishon had only a moment to wait, for a Custode was already beside him, startling Rishon and made him skip a breath. With a sigh, Rishon looked up and spoke to the Custode.

"Um…sir…do we go in or do I have to wait for the Emperor…?"

The Custode spoke with a calm voice, "No need, he is expecting us."

And with a croaking sound, the doors pushed inwards, revealing a golden room, glowing majestically. Custodes in the thousands in lines, and in the very center of the attention was a baby. The Watcher gently shoved him forward, and with a stumble, cradled the Lion helm to his arm and slowly walked to the baby, with the Custode with the sword on his left and the Watcher closely behind him, with many of the Custode's weapons pointing at the Watcher.

When he got close to the baby, he was confused…wasn't the Emperor supposed to be here, and not a sleeping baby?

"I admit, this is not my preferred from myself, but I am greatly weakened by my fight against Chaos." A voice spoke to him in his mind, beautiful and perfect. Rishon then stared at the baby…was the Emperor…a baby?

"Yes…though we aren't here to talk about my current state, were here because you have a message for me, correct?" the Emperor spoke, eyes boring into his.

Rishon gulped, how stupid, he thought, to make the Emperor wait. He gave a shaky breath; somehow facing the Word Bearer was easier to face then the Emperor.

"I…was given a message…from a Space Marine from the Dark Angels…that saved my life, to give you your son's sword to you," and with a nudge, the Custode bent to one knee and presented the sword," And that he hoped you forgave his legion and himself for what they've done…"

The Emperor looked at the sword with intensity, tears coming from his newborn eyes, and silently let tears come off his cheeks. "They need not to ask for atonement, they were forgiven a long time ago, tell me who was the Space Marine who saved you?"

Rishon, looking down on the floor, it wasn't his place to look at the Emperor while he mourned, " His name was Zahariel…"

"…Ah, I remember him…such sorrow it fills me...that he thought he was punished, when he never was at fault…" The Emperor mourned, his voice filled with regret.

Rishon looked back down, it was his time to leave and his duty was done and was time to-

"Child, why do you look saddened?" The Emperor spoke suddenly, his footsteps stopping on where they going.

Rishon was frozen; did the Emperor just ask him on what he felt?

"Child, you do not have to fear me, I'm here to listen…I have seen in your heart on what you desire…do you really wish to become an Astarte? You have your parents…you no longer need to sacrifice anymore." The Emperor replied, feeling Rishon's conflicted musings.

"I…my parents can make other children…my family has always been in your grand army…but I want to become an Astartes…so that no more can suffer like me, so that Chaos can no longer harm the innocent, if you allow my Emperor, I would gladly become an Astartes of the Dark Angels…if you permit." Rishon spoke quietly, but with firm conviction.

The Emperor stared at him for a few moments before he smiled a toothless, admittedly cute smile, at him.

"Custodes, prepare to tell the Space Marines they have a new recruit on their hands…there going to need to train him."
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Partially Canon. No bonuses yet, but maaaaybe the blood of Ollanius Pius has survived... ;)
Expect to be able to rebuild the Dark Angels with the option of taking Rishon as one of the first recruits.
 
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