The Aurelian's new father

[Propa]

The thirst had been gnawing upon me for hours as I stumbled through the desert. I was never sure how I got here just that something painful had occurred mere seconds before I was whisked away. Perhaps, being exposed to such harsh elements had begun to chew away upon my mind and had made things harder to remember. The sun was unbearable as it beat down upon me.


The world seems so much duller since I've arrived here. "God! Please just save me. Is this Purgatory! Just give me some answer," I scream to myself as I check my pockets for any sort of note or phone. I lacked anything but these robes and sandals. The scorching sun beats down upon me. I knew without a doubt I'd rather be back in Southern California or Texas than this hell that God had placed me in.


"Perhaps this is my punishment for being a fucking cunt. Fuck you god for not making reality better," I whisper trying to keep myself focused upon my words. . .But even then panic set in. I was a good man throughout life. Why would God punish me? The heat was getting to me without a doubt as I closed my eyes and stumbled forward. Opening my eyes I manage to finally spot something different. A thin plume of smoke in the distance which raised my hopes. "Holy fuck I might find humans- Please don't let this be the middle east," My words draw a slight chuckle from as I keep a steady pace in this endless desert.


Once I make it to the smoke it becomes apparent that it's origin was inside a decent sized crater was some sort of silver pod perfectly sealed. "Please be a supply drop or something- Oh who am I fucking kidding its a bomb I bet," I mumble as I begin to slide down the sides of the crater. Honestly If it was a bomb I was just going to blow myself up to prevent a heat death or dehyrdation.


I swallow what little spit I had and reach the silver pod. Pressing my hand against it prepared to recoil if it was burning hot. I'm very happily surprised at how cold it was. It almost felt frozen. I pause pressing my sweaty face against the pod. I hear a faint humming from it. Like the primitive caveman I am, I quickly recoil as it hisses and begins to slide open.


A cold breeze of smoke washes over my face and I miss it the moment it's gone. Yet a loud whining adds to the many issues I'm having right now as I spot a small child with various tubes attached to its body. It's a rather fat baby screaming impossibly loud. That feeling of simply laying here to die quickly dissipates as I clutch the sides of the pod.



"Shush now little man. . .Everything's going to be fine I swear just calm down," The child's screaming does not stop despite my words. I reach down feeling the insides of the pod for material as I gently lift up the kid. I glanced at the small bags which the tubes were attached to and found them all empty. Holding the child in one arm I begin to rip up the bedding inside the tube with some difficulty. Noting it was rather insulated and cold I'd hope to get some use out of it.


The difference between laying down and letting myself die and standing by and succumbing to my own and others' death is immense. It has always been easy to accept the fact that at any given moment I could die from some out of control or random event. It's just the nature of the world and something I can accept. But to allow a child to die? I could never tolerate that. The child's screams fill the air as I get to work upon making some meager attempts at surviving.


I don't know why but I feel as if the Baby has gotten far heavier while I've held it. Thankfully a voice calls out, surprising me, "Gyo! Uga Batum!" The man shouts in some strange language as I stand there for a few seconds. It sounded like middle eastern but I wasn't sure.

The heat, this moment and the screaming child must have broke me just alittle as I begin to sob and laugh before screaming, "Oh my fucking god Im going to get executed by a fucking Middle East Redneck! I swear to GOD!" The last word I speak brings a strange gaze from the newcomer. One of reluctance and a faint shimmer of awe.


The man begins to slide down the sands and approaches me repeating the last word, "Gwahd?" I simply nod in silence as the man stands there in silence.

AN: A small, edited form of a thread I posted on SB. I'll be editing it for overall quality and posting the finalized work here.

Something isn't adding up here I quickly realize. I simply pause and shake my head and point at myself, "James." Taking a look at the child I begin to ponder something to name it. I had always been somewhat of a Roman History fan and had adorn one Roman Emperor over any other for the short time he ruled. Perhaps this child was going to grow up into something important so I guess for now I'd call him, "Aurelian."



The stranger seems to nod and point at himself, "Kor Phaeron." In that fucking instant it clicked. I must have looked like a fucking caveman as I stood there processing that- Somehow I was holding a Child of the Emperor and the future Prophet of- That. Shit, I need to be careful about what I think about and don't wanna draw any gazes at me.

Across from me smiling gently as he looked upon the child was the somewhat ripped form of Kor Phaeron, one of the tools of the Dark Four. The man seems uncomfortable as he looks upon me. I transfer my gaze to the child in my arms even as it cries some more. . .I could change so much yet so little.


If this was normal we'd be near a river or something wouldn't we? That's where Lorgar fell before- No. This child in my arms would not be Lorgar and I doubt I could fix everything. But if there would be one thing for certain Aurelian would- turn out better for whoever's side he joins. In the end I could only guide him to a better path. . .Mostly by killing Kor and Erebus before they fuck with me.


As I finish my laughter I simply lean against the pod and begin to whisper, "Aurelian, you will be better than Gulliman, Perturabo, Angron, and maybe Horus. The stars will take in the Word you share but it shall not be one about the dark future from before. Together maybe we can do something great. At least you will, I'll get you there one way or another." Most Importantly I'd have to give Aurelian that anti-chaos Red-pill later but for now I have to deal with my fellow Caveman.

 

[Propa]

Kor Phaeron had begun to lead me out of the crater. As he helps me get the child away from here he seems to hand me a small water bag. Carefully I take it out of his hands as he scowls at me a look of discomfort upon his face as I gently sip upon the bag. After taking a few gulps I take some of the padding from the ship and place it upon my head giving me and the child some shade.


Perhaps the man could see the weariness in my eye as the child kept screaming. I would not allow myself to appear weak when so many lives weigh upon the next seventeen days. I look at the child in my arms and smile, deciding to try and cheer it up. Perhaps this was some period in the Primarchs' childhood that he was not fully developed? "Grug. . .Wish baby would stop crying. Grug thinks he throws the baby like a football if it cry," The baby does seem to begin to pause in its crying.


The thing was a Primarch so I doubted it needed water. Plus the nutrient sacks it had been fed should keep it going until we reach the tribe or whatever shit flinger home Kor Phaeron comes from. "Grug happy you stop crying, Grug teaches you no no bad stuff." Kor Phaeron simply raises an eyebrow at my silly antics, unable to understand the words which I speak. But nonetheless the baby stops crying and begins to giggle gently as I finish my show.


You know if it weren't for the fact Kor Phaeron himself was leading me to either slaughter or safe haven I'd forget this child would become a Primarch. As I stride through the desert, plans brew in my mind. Could I get Lorgar- Aurelian away from Faith or was it a critical part of him? Perhaps, a byproduct of his nature when he was designed to spread his father's word. He would always seek out something to fill that gap. Faith was a critical element to mankind and it only made sense the greatest examples of what we needed faith.

I wasn't a theological man but perhaps I could find something to fill the gap. . .Not sure how I was going to pull that off but perhaps a faith oriented around a divinity in Mankind? I catch myself from stumbling as my grip tightens on the now quiet child that I hold. My mind recalls a faint saying one of my friends had always told me. "What you leave behind is not engraved into a stone monument. But what you leave behind is woven into the life of others. Aurelian, I will give you faith in humanity alone for there are no gods but the Emperor. . .Their is only Divinity in mankind. In exchange, you will do better in life and save countless lives."


It would be a stretch but perhaps a more reality based religion that viewed things in a more science based light Humanity, with the capability of evolving into what the Primarchs are? Perhaps some sort of ascension shit. I would like a day to think about it. . .Perhaps I could explain to this child as he grew that organized Religion was a tool and Chaos only led to the destruction of man.



The time for uncertainty was over and I could not afford any moment of weakness or to cry about my lost world. Because, if I did I could risk a dozen more worlds just like my own being lost in the coming crusade. I must practice Stoicism until I am in a place where I can safely grieve. My heart hurts at what I've lost but to prevent others from losing much more to the foul touch of the four I need to be ready now not later. Mankind must survive.

Taking in a deep breath I keep my face neutral as I watch Kor Phaeron carefully for any signs of deceit or change as we finally spot a small village ahead of us. A strange mixture of ancient-looking vehicles sitting around the outskirts of the small village of perhaps around twenty or thirty people. Various temporary housing setup as I spot the villagers who look upon us. Next to the village was a small caravan of animals and a single machine.


Things had just begun and already were different. I am not the most well versed in Lorgar's history but to my understanding that is Kor Phaeron's Caravan and this was the tribe which had originally found Lorgar. . .This time it was situated around a small oasis. The time for grieving later now was a time of actions and plans. I would HAVE to be a strong man to ensure the future of Man.


Odds are Kor Phaeron would assassinate me tonight or soon and leave in the morning or in the middle of the night. He had his bodyguards and slaves so I was outnumbered most likely and if things came down to it I don't doubt the man's ruthlessness to kill a village in its sleep. A spike of fear fills me but I brush it past and look towards Kor Phaeron carefully. I should have killed the man in the desert and thrown him into the crater. Now I am surrounded by enemies and in danger.


My best bet would be to set a trap against the man. Steal what I can and run away before I'm caught. . .Seventeen days is all I would have to survive in the harsh desert. Perhaps less I'm not sure how strong Lorgar would be by the sixteenth. As we reach the tribe I look upon those that await us, many faces looking towards me in faint disgust and curiosity. Perhaps my robes had made me appear strange or they were meant for the man by my side.


He gives me a small smile as I stride forward into the village. One which I return by giving him a small nod. I had such grand aspirations but I've done so little to secure them. Without a doubt, the next moments of my life would be hard. But as I look upon the now smiling baby in my arms- that has somewhat grown I think? It must be worth it.


First off I needed to remove my own associations of Lorgar to Aurelian. I could not let them become the same person. As the men approach me I throw the silly thing off my head and point to the child and whisper, "Aurelian. . ." Pausing I realized that my old name wouldn't fit here or draw inspiration from myself. I needed a name that I could use to inspire myself to greater heights as the greatest bearer of it. Pointing to myself I say, "Constantine." After the Roman Emperor himself and the man equal to the Apostles.


In this new world I could not be anything less than great to eradicate the Apostles of the four. I only hope that I can run from or face Kor Phaeron before he has the chance to slaughter me.

 

[Propa]

The day had been filled with paranoia and I knew without a doubt that tonight would be hell upon me. I was never a super athlete nor was I a great runner but I always had a knack for being silent. I had been silent as Kor Phaeron smiled and spoke his strange words, even giving me some sort of backpack to place Aurelian inside. His little head would poke out of it while I went around the place.


Who I guessed was the Chieftain and Kor Phaeron talked happily as the Caravan began to unload some food. It seemed that the traitor had decided to throw us a small feast and odds are it would poison us. But, I had my ways to ensure it wasn't poisoned. As I sat down near one of the circles with two plates of food I looked around me as the festivities began.


My eyes going over everyone as I take out little Aurelian and place him in my lap. No one dared sit next to me for they were all still looking at me in disgust or fear. Taking the food upon my plate such as the bread, salted meat and dry mush I wait for those around me to finish praying for their meal before taking a piece of bread and holding it to Aurelian's lip. It sounded like a shitty thing to do but a Primarch would at most get an upset stomach from poisoned food.


I made sure to hold it there long enough that Kor Phaeron had looked upon me. The man approaches with a plate of dried fruits in hand. Just as planned , "Hurga, Lavtum trignum. Hera." He says taking the plate of food I was going to feed the child and giving me the tray which he carried.


Giving him a small nod I wait for him to leave before eating a few of them myself. Without a doubt that filthy snake had poisoned the food meant for me. It's somewhat nice to feed Aurelian some bread and dried- whatever these fruits were. I don't find myself concerned about any poisons affecting the child since he was still a Primarch. His system was far sturdier than my own.



It doesn't take much to fill the child up. I ensured to get my water from one of the tribal sources and kept my eye upon it. At some point one of the slaves swapped out my plate. I glance at Kor Phaeron and make eye contact. The man had been staring at me. I give him a small smile and nod as I sit the plate down and begin to feed some of it to the child and finish what he doesn't eat. My thirst is quenched and my hunger sated.


Whenever I get the chance I manage to swipe a pair of water sacks and stuff them inside Aurelian's baby carrier. Looking into the sky I wince realizing that there may not be a normal day and night cycle upon this world. Which made sneaking around far harder wouldn't it? Shit I was on a clock before these people would begin to fall asleep or expect me to be weakened by the poison.


Standing up I begin to cradle Aurelian and swing him as if I was preparing him for a nap. I spot a slave and walk over to him Lorgar in one arm and an empty tray in another. Pointing to it I then point to one of the bag's that Kor Phaeron and a few others had been snacking upon. The Slave seems to nod and scurry over attracting the attention of the man himself.


I smile at him and wave before taking Aurelian in both arms and gently cradling him. I was trying to act like it was nap time for the wide eyed little Primarch. The Traitor smiles and nods, turning his attention back to some heated conversation between him and the Chieftain. The slave returns with the bag of dried food and I begin to act like I was giving them to Aurelian to feed upon.


My slow walk starts inside the village and goes around the small Oasis the village was camped around. I don't glance behind me as I get into the shade of one little hut. I wait for a few minutes when I finally spot one of the guards come around the corner, their eyes searching for something before locking onto me.


Chuckling I give them a small nod as I say in a whispered tone, "Bet you were searching for me you rancid sneaky fucker. Can't understand me either." I raise the baby after I finish speaking. The man seems to nod and give a fake smile before walking away. I had no doubt he was still near but as long as the guise of putting Aurelian to sleep.



When the man leaves I simply stand there in silence for a few seconds. It was the first time I had to myself truly- Looking upon Lorgar I grip him tighter as the realization I was fully stuck inside one of the worst galaxies to exist. Well, that was if the future replayed itself. Fear clutches at me and the desire to puke arises.


For a few seconds Im on the verge of total panic. I wanna scream and cry like a weaker man. . ."If I raise Lorgar right I save more lives than any other human in my old world. If I do this I'll be remembered as the father of a Primarch with statues across the galaxy and become a part of Mythology of a hundred world's." Taking in another breath I suppress the panic as I stand tall.



I begin to place the bag of food into the baby carrier. . .Two large water sacs and a bag of dried fruits to get me through more than two weeks? Without a doubt, death is a very present possibility if I don't get lucky. But if Death is the answer to keeping Lorgar- Aurelian. This isn't Lorgar, it's Aurelian.


If I keep Aurelian out of the hands of Kor Phaeron then so much will change with that alone. If I teach him some things and prevent him from being converted by the old faith of this world then I win. Hopefully, the Emperor does not undo my hard work with his harsh views on religion. Either way, odds are in another week he'll be able to hunt and slaughter most wildlife upon this world. In these moments I dare not whisper a single prayer hoping the gaze of others is upon the Emperor or someone. I placed Aurelian into the baby carrier carefully ensuring the water and food was safe from his weight and hands.



I begin to run at a decent pace into the desert. I dare not look back whispering to myself, "One two three four here I go." As I jog into the scorching and lifeless lands before me I dare not stop. I imagine that each step I take is for a million souls, that each second I keep running the better things will be and that I just had to get a good distance before I rested. I control my breath and just focus on keep going no matter how foolish of a choice this is.

Time was against me. It was this way to near-death or facing Kor Phaeron near his followers and Caravan and I wasn't hopeful a slave revolt would save me. "They'll kill us Lorgar. . .I-If you can understand this just remember this moment and know it is their twisted faith which forces away." These are the last words I dare speak as I focus on running. I hope that guard was a shitty one and he doesn't notice until far later.

 

[Propa]

I had been running for what felt like hours. I knew it hadn't been but none the less my legs ached and the beating heat of the desert sun did me no favors as my mouth was dry as dirt. For a split second, I swear I'm hallucinating when I begin to see faint dark spots in the distance.

Stumbling I fall to my knees feeling the need to puke. My stomach churning as I squeeze my eyes shut. I wanted to rest but I knew I couldn't just yet. Despite the numbness in my legs I ripped off one of my sleeves and began to stand. Looking upon those faint black dots I realized they were destroyed and ancient buildings.


You know I wasn't sure if this worked or if it was a bunch of trash but I knew that I had to be wary of overheating and heat-stroke. I had to make it to those ancient buildings. Perhaps there would be somewhere to hide there and rest. I piss on the torn cloth and tie it to the back of my neck, shivering a bit at such an act. God, I hoped this wasn't some myth and actually helped. Was I stupid? Maybe.


I sit the bag down and pull Aurelian outreaching in to grab one of the water bags. I take a few gulps of it and once more try to stop myself from puking. "Don't worry little guy- Just. . .Just some more running for me. I've got this." Something in that Infant's eye is analyzing me isn't it? You know what I'll deal with Aurelian in a bit I've got some more- walking to do. I could afford to walk a bit, couldn't I?


For a brief second, I see Aurelian's face scrunched up in focus before flinching. Looking all around I try and see what he was doing but find nothing really catches my eye. I really hope he didn't just talk to one of the four or some shit. . .Either way, I hope my estimation of two weeks was right.


Even if Aurelian became just a child he would still be able to help defend us. I walk forward in silence stumbling some more as the heat bakes down upon me. Without a doubt, the four had taken notice of me now. . .I just hope that I can survive despite their efforts. I recoil as the wind begins to howl around me throwing up dirt and causing me to cover my face.


The Sands begin to howl as I groan, "Fuck off!" The Winds do not stop as I keep walking forward. The winds picked up the pace getting to the pace that I was starting to be pushed back. I grab onto the straps of the baby carrier as I close my eyes trying to endure. From the sky, a sound of thunder fills the air shaking me down to the bones. I can feel myself being pushed back by the winds and the straps to the carrier straining to hold.



I quickly grab onto Aurelian and fall to my side ensuring that he did not go flying. My body goes rolling before I manage to stop myself. This had to be an act of them. . .They had to be watching and trying to ensure Kor Phaeron's victory. The rain begins to appear a godsend even as it slams into me almost painfully yet still cooling me as the sand begins to stick to my body.


Closing my eyes I simply try and endure as my body's blown away by the howling winds. Each second I am pushed back as I try to find purchase in the sand. My arms and legs felt weak and I didn't know what purpose the gods had for this storm.


As I close my eyes to prevent the sand from entering it as I blindly grasp at Aurelian. I began to realize something as I laid there trying to stop myself from being moved. This was how Commissar Cain felt, wasn't it? Despite the situation, I let a small chuckle escape my lips and a grin came to my face.


Cain. . .Grimdalius, Eisenhorn, Creed, Helio's, Rylanor, Sigismund, and Yarrick all heroes created by and forced to endure the grim future which had sparked all from this era. All men who were better than me in all ways. Gripping the wee child in my arms I finally anchor myself down straining to hold as sand stick and grinds against my flesh.


I feel exhaustion passing over my body demanding I give in. But if I did give in and allowed myself to succumb then who else would prevent Cadia from falling, Armageddon from occurring, or give the galaxy a fighting chance when the Bugs finally arrive. I would not be there myself to solve every issue but if I could just fix one Primarch perhaps everything could change.


Using one arm to grip Aurelian I begin to anchor myself down. Perhaps exhaustion had finally made me crack as I endured and even began to inch my way forward grabbing onto some rock below the sands and pulling myself forward as I scream despite the sand that flies into my mouth, "I deny you four! Your rot finds no purchase upon me. Let your plans come, I will be ready you fucks! I hate you. I know all that you will do to so many Heros! Constantine serves no false god, you Xenos!"


I didn't know what I was thinking. I wasn't even thinking when I screamed this, the wind howling and blurring my words. I feel Aurelian's hand grip my form as with a thunderous roar the winds begin to pick up and my flesh is getting cut by the freak storm. I lay there for a few seconds, simply enduring until the wind suddenly died down.


Looking up, the storm around me had begun to weaken before it died down. I stand with shivering legs and begin to walk forward spitting out sand and all out of supplies. Some of my skin is bleeding most likely leaving a scent for whatever follows. It seems a dire situation had gotten far worse and the dead city was still in sight.



I was not a great man but I could at least act like it. At least until Aurelian was old enough to take up the mantle. I wheezed out and coughed up some sand, my body drenched in water and a few puddles sitting around. I try and whip what I can out of my eyes as I whisper to Aurelian, "May you be better than Gulliman and Luckier than Mortartion."



Despite how bad my body wanted to be, I couldn't stop yet. I just need to remember the one sentence which has inspired countless guardsmen, gave Ferrus strength to face his approaching death, and helped Sanginus face his fallen brother. The one-sentence which even from 30k to 40k Inspired Primarchs. Only in death does duty end.

 

[Propa]

I fall to my knees and simply lay beneath the shadows of a dead building. This ruined city was smothered in dust and ruin but it provided vital shade for me to crawl under. I felt so weak from the running and the storm I endured the small cuts across my body stinging as I held the baby Aurelian in my arms.

My eyes stung and the water upon my body provided only the slightest of respites. I crawl trying to hold Aurelian tight as I can as I make it to the ruins. Simply laying back against the wall I place Aurelian down onto my lap and hug him tightly as I look into the distant desert. Perhaps this was a part of those four's plan to exhaust me and kill me.

If the natural elements didn't do so then odds were the next person or creature to come across me would. No telling what predators snuck below the surface of the shifting sands or roamed the ruined buildings. "A, B, C, D, E, F, G. . .H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y and Z. Now you know your ABC next time come and sing with me," I whisper to the child in my arms.


I feel so tired as I see faint blurs of black dance in my eyes. I lean my head back holding onto Aurelian and trying to keep myself anchored to reality, "Little Aurelian, I hope you can understand me. One day we shall conquer the cities of this world together and venture off spreading the word of. . .Mankind. That there is no god, only mankind and its Emperor."


"Be against Chaos my son. For Chaos teaches us not to be satisfied with our understanding of the world. It is a coping mechanism to deal with what we have yet to understand or to try and deify what is currently stronger than us. The focus of life must be to defy those who wish to be called Gods," I grip the child tighter squeezing my eyes shut as I wheeze to catch my breath. I know I wasn't the wisest of people and that I was just reciting something I once read. I was a christian in both lifes and even now believed God had some hand in bringing me here.

"You should try and recover the bible one day Aurelian, I am certain you'd love to read it," I whisper gently to him. My wounds sting and I feel myself hiss and groan as I hold the child tight.


I pause as I feel a heavy presence feel the air. I simply keep my eyes squeezed tighter. The aching in my legs diminish as I open them looking upon the child in my arms. "Biomancy. . ." I whisper as I watch my wounds gently close as a sweet yet Pungent scent fills the air. Perhaps this was the smell of Ozone? It was remarkably similar to the smell that came when it finished raining.


Angron had managed to combat Eldar after being stuck in his pod for only a short amount of time, Konrad had dug his way out of Molten Magma, The Lion fought for his survival in an uncaring woods and it seemed that Aurelian had managed to heal me. I smile as the exhaustion is chased out of my system.



Standing up I feel myself stumble. My muscles were still somewhat sore and my body still exhausted but better than before. . .If I could harbor this skill then perhaps- Perhaps so much more I could save! Lorgar had always been a strong Psyker and if I manage to nurture this skill in this lifetime then he shall become far more valuable.


It would be a safety net that could be vital. Just perhaps I could pull this all off. Maybe I don't have to be just content with saving Lorgar from a dark future, maybe I stand a chance to defy the Gods and bring forth light from the dark.


With such a skill perhaps we could put off Angron's madness and Insanity? Backup Sanginus if Horus still betrayed the Imperium? Prevent the Emperor from being throned or dealing with the Flesh Change- Okay the sun's getting to me. If the Emperor himself could not stop such events then what chance would I have as a mere man trying to guide a weapon of war.


"I'm delusional aren't I? Filled with vein hope that shall be squashed in the upcoming years," I mutter to the wee child in my arms. How could I- A simple minded man who was not truly great in my first life ever hope to outsmart creatures beyond my very comprehension! As I look upon the child a spark of despair hits my heart.


Looking into the eye's of a young Aurelian I simply sat there in silence. "You will be more than a tool to understand," I whispered before my eyes began to fill with tears. I couldn't help but cry gently at the pointlessness of my struggle. Knowing how fucked this universe was baby Aurelian might have also given me cancer or something.


I finally pause as I look upon the child in my arms as I'm reminded of the other Primarchs. Wasn't this the same trap which Konrad himself had fallen into? The same pit and trap of despair had railroaded Konrad into his own twisted destiny. Primarchs could defy fate couldn't they? Twist the future so that its harder to see their actions or predict them.


I didn't need to fight each of these impossible beings myself. I just needed to ensure the loyalty of Aurelian made him stable enough to tip the odds in the Loyalist favor. I smile despite the tears running down my face as I grip onto that idea. All I was and shall be is Aurelian's father and Kor Phaeron's spot alone as Lorgar's father allowed him to take one of the most loyal Primarchs and twist him to Chaos.


The truth of the matter was Aurelian was the most important person to Heresy. Not because of his ability to fight or his Psyker power but because of his ability to dismantle the faith someone has in something and replace it. His ability, to understand what it was like to be Human and the desire to have faith. Even if I can't save a powerhouse like Angron I could get those stuck upon the fence towards the Imperium's side. Mortartion and Lorgar alone could tip the odds.


"We've got to keep going a little longer, little guy. . .I feel so much lighter after what you did and I've got a hunch on how you did it. So only do it if I really need help okay," I whisper as I begin to stand. I gulp my throat dry and my stomach suddenly starves. I'm human and we've always defied the odds in my old world. The Crusaders, Aurelian the Emperor of Rome, and so many other heroes whose exploits we take for granted or go unsung.


If there was even a two percent chance of swaying just Aurelian to the Loyalist and keeping him there I needed to fight for it. If it was only one percent for two Primarchs? Then that was worth it. My depression and despair is brushed away as I begin to walk deeper into the city. Perhaps that rain had left some water laying around puddled somewhere. I knew that Aurelian would be picking up upon my word's now and was most likely translating them. The sooner he could fully communicate the better.


With a smile being restored to my face I whisper, "Impossible odds set the stage for Amazing miracles Aurelian so please be my Miracle child. I know you will grow into something great. I can feel it in my bones."