I wanted to do a Christmas omake. And while I planned to do "Corvus Discovers the Meaning of Christmas," that, unfortunately, would take a bit more time. The below is completely non-canon for various impractical reasons.
A Christmas Miracle in The Lost Primarch
In times like these, Kesar Dorlin reflected on the events of the past and the uncertainty of the future. The Daemonsbane had been working on a few runes before heading into the Starlight Basin for mediation and planning.
Gazing upon the beauty around him, Kesar wondered what the future held for humanity and the galaxy. A new year was approaching. Like before, a time of consideration and hope for the future was needed, yet the Primarch felt as if the galaxy felt dimmer than before.
While it hadn't been swallowed by the darkness, Kesar knew in his heart that his family and friends were frustrated and concerned over what was coming. Kesar wished he could do so much more. Not just for his family but for all those fighting and struggling for a better galaxy.
Kesar didn't even want it to be just for everyone getting better at killing daemons (Although that wouldn't be so bad in his eyes) but for them to feel like they could do so much more. If only he could give all in the galaxy a rune to aid them.
Looking up at the Starlight Basin, with the endless starry nights, Kesar hoped and perhaps unconsciously prayed to any
good and decent entity to help him. "I wish I could help everyone be the best they can be."
A simple wish to the stars above. Kesar believed it wouldn't be granted. For the warp is cruel and the galaxy unjust. But by the ancient legends of Terra and by the power of faith and myth, that earnest and honest wish was heard by a being from beyond time and space…
—
Ho-ho-ho, thank you very much for helping me with this!
I don't know how you reached out to us, but we have to admit the prospect of your plan is both amusing and helpful for everyone in this galaxy. Far be it for us to also miss an opportunity to undermine Chaos.
That's the Christmas Spirit! And just for that, I'll be sure to put the entire Selion civilization on my nice list this year.
Alright, free gifts for undermining our enemies! Christmas miracles rule!
—
The night before Kesar went to sleep (he felt uncharacteristically tired that night), he didn't think much of what awaited him in the morning. Upon entering his office, he saw on his desk what looked to be a brightly colored green box with a red and white ribbon wrapped around it.
"Who left this?" Kesar then thought about this development a little more, "Who also was in my office last night?" Maybe it was Miss Zeta? Then again, perhaps it was the Eldar? Hopefully, it wasn't a bomb or something.
Approaching the desk holding up the strange gift, Kesar didn't sense any hostility, nor did it feel a malicious intent. If anything, he smelled cinnamon, mint,
pine trees, and smoke from a fireplace. It reminded him a bit of Valhalla during some of the winter gatherings.
"Huh." Kesar reached out and gently grabbed the gift box. He saw what looked to be a little recipient note attached to the ribbon.
To: Kesar Dorlin
From: Santa
Merry Christmas!
Kesar was quite confused, "Who the hell is Santa?" Was this a Sigillite agent? And what was Christmas? That sounded familiar. That was some holiday or event celebrated by one of the religious groups of humanity.
"If this some sort of daemonic trap," Kesar muttered, "Need to find a means to track and kill this 'Santa' daemon." The daemons were starting to get a bit too crafty for his liking. Nonetheless, Kesar carefully unwrapped the gift box.
There were a lot of things he expected to find. A bomb, a vial of poison, a scroll of information, an STC, or maybe even something weirder, like a compromising photo or a tiny daemon. Instead, he saw something that
should have been impossible at this time.
Gazing up at him was a rune. Not just any rune, though. A Grandmaster Rune. Kesar intrinsically knew it was a grandmaster. Surprisingly and terrifying, it was a Grandmaster Rune of Kesar.
A rune that could've only been forged by his hands.
Quickly closing the gift box lid, Kesar closed his eyes and figured he was still sleeping; this was all a dream. When his attempts to force himself awake only left him still standing in his office, the Primarch knew that he was wide awake.
Slowly lifting the lid again… the Grandmaster Rune of Kesar was still there.
Opting to take a seat at his desk, Kesar sat and carefully looked over the Grandmaster Rune of his namesake. Trying to figure out how it came to be here. This was unprecedented, to say the least.
"Right…" Kesar slowly tried to piece together what might have happened, "Obviously, I fell into a fugue state within the basin and proceeded to create a grandmaster rune in one night, without any incident or issue, then gift-wrapped it for myself."
Saying that aloud made Kesar sigh and shake his head, "Yeah…I wouldn't believe that either."
Try as he might, the Daemonsbane couldn't recall how or why he could've accomplished making this grandmaster rune. Making one would've been a substantial investment of time and resources. No chance he could've done so in one night.
Before he could think about it further, a loud banging occurred at his door, "Enter." He called out while still focusing on the rune.
He didn't need to look up to know it was Ori that entered his office, "Kesar, we have a problem! We had a massive security breach last night and-" He then noticed what the Primarch was looking at, "Damn it, did you get one as well?"
What? Kesar looked up at Ori, "Did
I get one? Are you implying you also got a gift box?"
"From this Santa entity?" Ori nodded and then pulled out a rune. Kesar instantly instinctively felt that it was a Grandmaster Rune of Oriacarius. How in the
warp was this possible?!
"And I wasn't the only one." Ori continued, "Maticus, Solarus, Slayer…all got runes as well." He looked down at the one on Kesar's desk, "And I see you received a similar gift."
"Indeed," Kesar stiffly nodded, "A grandmaster rune of Kesar. You got a Grandmaster Rune of Oriacarius. This makes me think the others got grandmaster runes of themselves."
"A…grandmaster rune of Kesar and Oriacarius? Is that a thing now? Runes of ourselves? Really?" Ori looked at his gene-sire like he was insane. Kesar gave him an equally flat look but backed down at realizing how absurd it sounded.
"Can we focus on the security breach?" Kesar redirected the conversation, "Did anyone spot whoever gave us these gift boxes?"
"No, and that is the problem." Ori looked grim, "No one saw anything, nor did any of the overnight security teams notice anything else unusual." He paused for a moment, "Well, there was a large shipment of
coal delivered to the engine room."
"Coal?" Kesar didn't see the point of that: "I don't care. All I care about is how some creature called Santa breached our defenses and effectively got inside the rooms or offices of every vital Warden on the Vigilance."
"By the way, there was a rune in the Vigilances cogitator banks. Might I assume that is a Grandmaster Rune of Vigilance?"
Kesar wanted to scream, "This has to be a joke…"
"I'm more concerned if this is an attempt at sabotage or some intimidating technique. For all we know, these runes are poisoned chalices." Ori was correct to be concerned about this strange and somewhat terrifying development.
However…
"I don't think these are corrupted or tainted in any way." Kesar explained after a moment, "I have an excellent feel for runes that have become as such. Neither mine nor yours feels that way." Carefully picking up the Grandmaster Rune of Kesar, the Primarch frowned as he felt
only an unbelievable purity to them.
Ori, ever the skeptic, didn't seem so convinced, "What exactly are we supposed to tell everyone, then? Someone broke into our home last, delivered gifts, and then vacated the premises?"
"Evidently, yes." Kesar wanted to investigate this further, but what other steps could he have taken aside from monitoring the runes for a few days? No one even knew what this Santa figure even looked like.
"Maybe Polaris did this…"
Ori gave him another flat look, "Kesar…"
"I'm just throwing theories out." The Primarch weighed his options for a moment, "Bring me all the runes that have been acquired today. I'll review them and make sure we aren't looking at some possible sabotage attempt."
"Understood." Ori looked eager enough to get the runestones away.
Kesar needed to address another issue, "And send out priority inquires to my brothers and nephews. Ask them if they received any runes as well." If he and the Wardens received them, others could also have.
As Ori left to carry out Kesar's orders, the Daemonsbane looked down at the two grandmaster runes and wondered if his siblings had received similar "gifts" from this Santa figure. It made Kesar wonder as well. If this Santa could make runes of such power for numerous people, what was stopping him from just handing them out to anyone?
Kesar was wondering, "Just who could else get a Grandmaster Rune? That list can't be that big."
His most essential sons get runes, as did he. If this followed a pattern…then his brothers and their likewise most important sons would also receive such gifts. Well, that would be quite the capricious amount of grandmaster runes in circulation.
However, that had to be everyone…right?
—
Across the galaxy, in the vastness of time and space, unconstrained even by the powers of gods…an old man and his sleigh of goodies did deliver upon one galactic "night" a host of gifts and coal upon an unsuspecting realm.
—
"What the fuck is a Grandmaster Rune of Athron?" Arthron asked an equally confused Roboute as the Primarch tried to fathom how he got a Grandmaster Rune of Guilliman. His sons were also reporting getting similar runes.
For some reason, he
knew that the paperwork wouldn't be as bad now. Unfortunately, Arthron felt that his rune was making his punches better and wanted to spar with Roboute to see if that was the case.
Overall, it was a lovely day for the two of them.
—
"Maybe it was a godseed that broke through containment?" Lockcraft interjected as he and Corvus reviewed emergency lockdown procedures since the "incident" was reported this morning.
The Lord of Ravens considered it, "That might be the case. We should be thankful they only left something instead of taking anything else from the vaults."
Along a few others, a Grandmaster Rune of Corvus and Lockcraft had been found amongst the Raven Guard and Ravenloft commanders and founders. So yes, there was panic this morning that warranted a lockdown.
Upon reviewing who this Santa was, the Catherics claimed it was an ancient Christian spirit-saint that delivered goods to families and children. Corvus didn't understand what sort of saint broke into people's houses during a holiday celebrating the birth of their Messiah.
Religious holidays were so bizarre.
—
"You must know what happened during the night cycle." Eldrad was looking intently at the smirking figure of Cegorach. "Because you obviously aren't concerned with it. Unlike Pagliacci, who is quite livid at everything and everyone. And that isn't including the general confusion and panic among some of my seers, warlocks, and others."
Several Aeldari, and even a few Druhkari, found themselves the owners of several Grandmaster Runes. Delivered into their rooms in the dead of night by an entity called Santa. Eldrad had no idea how this creature got past his visions or that it could breach the wards of the Black Library.
To that end, he sought to see if the Laughing God had any issues with this development.
Instead, Cegorach had been found smirking, as usual, wearing a strange red cap and drinking what looked to be a cup of milky liquid that he called "Eggnog."
"Nope, didn't see anything last night." The Laughing God slurped loudly on his eggnog, "I did hear what sounded like sleighbells and hooves, but I just chalked that up to me hearing things."
Eldrad groaned, "Ugh…"
—
Across the galaxy, the discovery and the brief explanation of the runestones were met with confusion and skepticism. Most couldn't grasp their concept, even after some had seen rather outrageous events and individuals in their lives. Even so, a strange gift wouldn't be rebuffed during an increasingly uncertain time.
For the Primarchs, the Runestones were seen as powerful gifts. Those aware of Kesar and his affinity towards their creation wondered if their brother orchestrated everything? But upon hearing of how many received such a gift…this Santa may very well be akin to their Father in power.
Khan was amused, Perturabo baffled, Magnus surprised, and the others simply trying to figure out how a damn runestone could amplify their power? More questions for Kesar later down the line.
The Astartes heroes likewise found themselves confused with the gifts but slowly became enthusiastic with the provided boons. The more secret-inclined Astartes were angry, while the curious were amazed. Auro wondered how Kesar performed such a feat, Slayer found himself
very eager for the next battle, Orion thanked the Primarch for his, and Baldur never did say what his did.
Mortals across the galaxy had no idea what to make of the runes. Skullface was shocked to find that his rune
saved more lives. Alden didn't know how the rune would make him a better tank commander, but he wouldn't turn down the boon. Kelbor found himself plotting and scheming while Aldritch prepared to ask a few more pointed questions about the budget.
But it was a bittersweet feeling for those who remembered who and what Santa represented. On Terra, Vandal recalled those holidays spent with family and friends. A brief pang of regret and longing over such things. Godfather remembered those fleeting moments in human history when there was "peace on Earth," and Ollanius Pius, who remembered the date of birth for the Messiah, thanked Saint Nicholas for this miracle.
If nothing else, individuals across the galaxy spent a moment bonding over the whole situation's strangeness. A few even called it an event worth celebratory. The Day of the Runes. A strange moment of mutual comradery.
But while the rest of the galaxy enjoyed this event. The most important man in the Imperium was looking over this event with some slight concern.
—
The Emperor of Mankind knew that Santa wasn't real. This was born of some dismissiveness because he
knew it to be true. The Emperor had even searched for the mythological creature when he suspected that Santa Claus was either a daemon or warp-spirit born of European dreams and fantasies.
So
who or what had done this? Who had the power to pull off perhaps the greatest gift-giving the galaxy had ever seen? And on what used to be Christmas Eve. It was driving him up a wall. Then again, he was still handling it better than Malcador.
The Sigillite had been furious at the security breach. The Custodies, Sisters of Silence, and the Assassins had likewise been the target of the perpetuals ire. Malcador requested that the runes be secured, but the Emperor overruled him.
Just as Kesar would determine, so did the Emperor of Mankind determine that the runes were pure and not traps. He also wasn't about to do a general recall on tools that now appeared to be in the thousands and could be better served by his followers and servants.
He did agree with Malcador on the censoring and cover-up of anything involved "Santa," fewer people got ideas in their heads. Thankfully, most of the runes ended up in loyal hands. Much of the population wouldn't hear about this.
Constantin Valdor was happy. Jenetia Krole was unhappy because she didn't trust these runes, but Constantin joked that was also because Jenetia couldn't use runes anyway, so she didn't get one. That started a brief argument between the two.
Malcador refused to say what his Grandmaster Rune did, though.
Aside from that, the Emperor didn't know how to feel about this. A problem he had been having this last century or so, but this was a different set of concerns. By all rights, the Imperium had only benefited from the "Santa Incursion," and he should have been happy by that metric.
Then again, so many had been granted the gift of the Runes that the Emperor also had to question if this wasn't going to cause a bit of an imbalance. Additionally, he had no idea how many or who received a rune. That presented new risks to his plans.
However, the Emperor's memory was long and vast, and he could easily recall that Santa Claus didn't just hand out gifts to "naughty" people. Instead, he handed out coal. The problem was that some people had received coal
along with the runes. Keeping in mind, most of the people in charge of the Imperium didn't precisely act so "nicely" to warrant not getting on that particular side of Santa's list.
Well, at least the amount of coal was manageable.
That was until he heard the report of a "new" planetoid discovered within the Sol System. The Saturnine Navy first believed it to be a rogue outsider that entered the system…but the strangest thing was that it was made entirely of
coal.
Upon hearing that, the Emperor frowned, "JOKES ON HIM, START CARVING THAT SUCKER UP AND SENDING COAL DOWN TO THE CITIZENS. EVERYONE CAN HAVE A WARM NIGHT."
—
Meanwhile, in the Warp…
"Who in their right mind would give a bunch of us daemons, grandmaster runes?" Like any good daemon, Aca'Stag'Neizz couldn't believe the good fortune. "I mean, really?"
The Exiled One nodded, "SKARBRAND IS VERY HAPPY WITH THE GIFT FROM THIS SANTA FELLOW!" The Exalted of Khorne was loudly munching on something.
Ku'gath gave a phlegmy cough and nodded, "Such a wondrous gift for us all! It's been so long since anyone has done something so nice for us." Ku'gath was also munching on what looked to be the same thing Skarbrand was eating.
Kyriss was giving the two a look, "Are you two eating the coal that was left with the runes?"
"Coal?"
"COAL?!"
Aca'Stag'Neizz sighed at their antics, "Yes, that's coal. For some reason, that was also delivered to us."
The Plaguefather and Exiled One shared a look before shrugging and returning to eating. Kyriss the Perverse couldn't help but find the whole so disgusting that he had to start munching on some coal.
Aca'Stag'Neizz gave his "ally" a look, "Really, Kyriss?"
"What?" Kyriss asked with a mouthful of coal, "It's actually kind of good!"
Aca'Stag'Neizz groaned for a moment, "Tzeetch preserve me…" Watching the trio eat the materium matter, he felt a bit peckish. It wasn't like he or the others cared if they devoured such things.
"Alright, fine, I'll eat some coal." Using a bit of telepathy to levitate the coal, he started to nibble on it with a bit more refinement. "So, do any of you three wonder why a couple other Exalted and we got these runes?"
Ku'gath considered the question, "Perhaps our patrons have decided to reward us for all our hard work."
Kyriss nodded along with that, "Yeah, the fat one might be right! We deserve some reward for all the work we put in."
"Well, I can't disagree entirely with that." Aca'Stag'Neizz nodded along with that. He and the others were putting in so much work these days. Sometimes it felt like the gods weren't paying attention or giving them suitable rewards.
"SKARBRAND THINKS WE EXALTED ARE UNDERAPPERCIATED." The Bloodthirster started, sounded serious, "SKARBRAND PUT IN MANY HOURS TO COLLECT SKULLS AND KILLS FOR KHORNE, BUT ALL SKARBRAND HEARS IS THAT SKULL THRONE NEEDS MORE SKULLS, MORE BLOOD FOR KHORNE. SKARBRAND SEES MANY EXALTED IN SIMILAR POSITIONS. WE ARE THE BACKBONE OF OUR PATRON'S POWER BASE AND EMPIRES. YET SKARBRAND FEELS LIKE AN OUTSIDER."
"That's because you are," Kyriss remarked, "You attacked Khorne. Hence the exile."
"SKARBRAND DOESN'T CARE FOR SEMENATICS! IN TIMES LIKE THESE, DAEMONKIND MUST FIND PURPOSE AND UNITY IN THIS UNCERTAIN FUTURE OF OUR KIND. ENEMIES ARE EVERYWHERE! THE DAEMONSBANE AND HIS KIND ARE A PROBLEM. THE ANTHANAMA REMAINS A CONSTANT THREAT!"
"He does have a point," Ku'gath remarked while noisily stuffing his mouth with coal, "Whose to say that this Santa figure wasn't trying to help us get what we deserve!"
"Yeah," Kyriss vigorously nodded, "The walking sack of rotten potatoes is right! We deserve much more!"
"Hmm…" Aca'Stag'Neizz thought about that, "I will admit that I am getting annoyed that Tzeetch tends to steal my ingenious plans and then gaslights everyone into thinking they were his. It's so bothersome."
"SKARBRAND THINKS RUNES ARE OPPORTUNITY! SKARBRAND FEELS A BETTER CONNECTION WITH KHORNE'S DOMAIN, BUT SKARBRAND BELIEVES IT MEANS SKARBRAND IS GETTING MORE POWER FROM HIM THAN BEFORE!"
"Me too!" Kyriss sounded excited, "This rune is making me stronger! It feels like I'm getting a power boost that the Prince never gave me."
Ku'gath shuddered for a moment and nodded, "I do feel a bit more in tune with the spirit of my grandfather's domain. Oh, I hope he doesn't find out about this…"
Aca'Stag'Neizz felt like he was coming up with many more ideas and schemes, "I have to say that my ideas have been looking pretty slick recently. I might actually record them for posterity."
The four Exalted began to excitedly talk about what'd they do now with their Grandmaster Runes. A strange occurrence of wonder and hope among such blighted and horrible creatures…and the seed would be planted in their minds in future discussions.
A seed that made them dream of becoming gods themselves. The four exalted bonded together in one of the strangest instances of the Christmas spirit. Bypassing ideological and cultural obstacles that came with being daemons of their respective patrons.
Calling this a Christmas Miracle was a stretch, but none could deny that, at the very least, it was a gesture of goodwill between the four.
—
Giving Grandmaster Runes to daemons, so they can feel like trying to undermine their gods is a pretty nefarious plot.
Ho-ho-ho! Old Saint Nick has had to battle a few enemies here and there! Besides, nothing wrong with some mind games!
I do have to wonder if giving so many people Grandmaster Runes was a good idea, but I figure the good would outweigh whatever chaos would unfold from this development.
Well, if they can't use their Christmas Day gifts for good, then Santa will remember for next year!
In any case, this is certainly a wacky but not unwelcome development. But I guess the time has come to an end for this temporary alliance.
Quite right. Time for Santa to go and relax on a nice warm beach somewhere until next Christmas. I might not be able to return to this universe, but at least we brought some holiday cheer, if only for a moment. And sometimes, that is all that matters. A little joy in a moment of darkness is never unwanted.
Amen to that.
Now then…what did you want for Christmas?
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@Daemon Hunter Another omake for the pile.