Recruitment of the King of the Dark.
(primarch recruitment 1)
In the depths of Nostramo, the world of gangs, violence, and other horrors perpetrated by humanity across its darkned surface where no light has ever breached the layers of industry and hives, something had fallen through the sky and crashed into a hive city. normally such an incident would spark a investigation by the gangs, but when they arrived there the thing had pierced into the adamantium riddled crust of the world. It was here we see a young lad crawl his way through the molten trail left by the pods touch, yet even as he struggled and adapted to the torturous climb, a presence was felt around him...the darkness whispering urges to continue on and to seek the topside, offering freely hints and tunnels that had been pierced (but collapsed all the same) that would allow rest and recuperation...
Such whispers if they had not come would have resulted in the small boy becoming weak even as he made it to the top, too weak to truly do what mattered in the longest run...but he had rested, and the crime that was to come was delayed by unexpected reasonings..
but at last, the boy who had climbed after resting for brief periods of time, feasting on vermin that crawled and survived in the cavern depths and drinking what little non-contaminated pools of water long forgotten lay untouched, managed to reach the surface with four claws of rough adamantium that had been found useful for the climb. Then the whispers began again, and for a moment The boy who was Konrad Curze was assaulted by a vision, a vision that had him go two paths. One that had no cry and he had gone off to search for something to do, someone to study...and then would go on a rampage for "Justice" of cruelty and malice...the other he heard a cry and went to solve the issue...the woman attacked by a thug would be saved while he brutally killed the beast within a mans skin after seeing and viewing his "crimes". Both these paths would eventually lead to a situation where he found find himself facing a young boy after many years of hardship and painful suffering where he had a choice, save him and nostromo would be saved, or kill him and see nostromo burn for its crimes...both were good, yet how to tell which was real and which was false?
Such a inaction would have led to the monster named the Night Haunter and the Man Konrad Curze being formed as two separate entities...and yet, the whispers told him of a third path, where he could be so much more.
The Whispers had aided him much during this time, and while he could not truly talk back, he knew he could trust them more than the surrounding's, especially when he heard no cry in the perpetual night. And thus, the boy disappeared into the darkness of Nostromo's hives, to watch and learn, to listen and study, and eventually to judge and kill without remorse or pity when needed.
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Within the Warp, the Nightmare Dragon grinned with dark amusement as its newest pet project was slowly coming together since its father had bidden his strongest children to search for the strange pods that had come across his realm. Its other Kin had also delved after some breif periods of consideration, the Great Storm Dragon had merely pointed them in directions they could follow with cryptic advice on what to look for, as annoying as it was...
They were generally right, the beast thought with a snort of Shyish escaping his form as the mass of death magic twisted and bent under his irritation at the thought of the lighting dragon's smugness. Still, to find such a wonderful specimen, why if it had not found such a dark realm in the first place it would not have even noticed the pod slamming into the crust of the world...it had to pull some favors of its kin across the realm of dracul to properly guide the mortal climbing the excessively long climb from the bottom of the damnable near molten depths of the planets crust. A damn month it had taken for the boy to do so, but such raw dedication was something beyond even the most devoute dragon knights of Malleus, as no doubt any order would challenge each other to contests of martial and magical might just to get their hands on this child.
Even he had briefly considered the possibility of manifesting in the mortal realm just to ensure the mortal would come under the Domain of the Carmine Dragons, but no...such a wonderful subject for his lord would need proper guidance and strict discipline, something he would have to guide the servants of his master too as the "Rules" dictate within this universe. Surely eventually Dracul will have no need to play the game of those arch-daemons once the galaxy (such a wonderful thing to behold!) was under the sway of the Wallachian Empire...
Though the Carmine would grumble about it but the alliances that his father had made should be allowed to flourish as well, just ensuring that they don't get any bright ideas of grandeur of course!
Still though, watching over this mortal, especially after they had taken the first breath of Shyish...it was something to behold as he learned the way of Terror...and how easily mortal minds are to manipulate. The dragon grinned malevolently as it beheld within the warp the Young Boy...Konrad Curze...eventually having a fateful meeting within the hives depths...the servants of dracul long planted before-hand...and slowly things would come together from here on out.
This world would belong to the Dark Dragon, Nay...This Sector would do so, and they would learn and grow from this encounter...
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