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I couldn't sleep and have spent the night listening to really depressing songs and writing this, its not edited so expect typos i'll go back and edit later, but I hoped to capture the more human aspects of the demigods. Recommended music for listing evanescence lithium, or anything by Radiohead. Tell me if you'd like to read more

The Phoenician at this point in time could present himself as different forms, his old self, and his new self. He choose the former knowing how his brother hated the gifts of the warp. He draped himself in his old wardrobe from the days of the great crusade and instead of his usual bodyguard of noise marines he picked those least affected as he knew this meeting would be one of not just political importance but personal, one that would determine if he could exist as a being. He had banished the demon from his soul for the most part but parts of it still remained, vestiges that though they granted him power also threatened to enslave him. His essential self or soul was still week, and he needed someone to strengthen it. He needed a one of his brothers and that was Curze. Agreed to meet him for very much the same reasons. He was plauges with doubts, both about himself and his legion.He could not solace in his Legion, he knew that Sevatar was planning some sort of treachery though the knew not what and Sahaal was too idealistic to grasp his masters deterioration. Only Fulgrim, one of his ownly true friends, a friend that betrayed him to Down could heal his deterioration into madness, and so they met.
Fulgrim expected the Lord of the Night to be somewhat offended by the gifts of the warp that were openly displayed on his flagship, but the Konrad was not the one he knew during the crusade anymore than he was the man Konrad knew, they had both changed for good or for bad and know they needed to decide what was to be done.
Konrad: my men tell me that your Legion has abandoned the siege and is killing the populace for sport.
Fulgrim: Not a uniecke situation, one your legion shares.
Konrad: My legion has focus and my question still stands.
Fulgrim: I ordered Fabius to gather what he could from the planet so that we would be prepared for after Horus’s defeat. I didn’t think that preparation would be planetary scale murder.
Konrad: Defeat, you’ve already given up
Fulgrim: The siege of Terra was lost from the beginning, the moment Horus put Angron in command of the assault.
Konrad: Jealousy?
Fulgrim: Fact. Angron solves every problem by force and the Emperor designed his fortress for the very purpose of fending off those sort of attacks, he shows no mercy and the False Emperors sodliers no full well that they’ll end up as part of a skull throne if they surrender. I see no reason to waste my men in this fools errand. The fact that you have arrived from the Eastern fringes just underscored my point, the Angels will be here soon along with other Legions, and the siege is already over.
Konrad: agreed.
Fulgrim: This wouldn’t have happened if the Warmaster had handled the Legions better, Angron and Lorgar somehow became his chief captains, Angron leading his armies and Lorgar acting as his personal adviser. It’s no wonder were finding ourselves in the straight’s were in. WE should be at his side, not THEM. Our Legions built the Imperium
Konrad: Agreed.
What I called you here for is an alliance, we may not even be sure that Horus survives his last stand against the False God, but that doesn’t mean the war to fight him is over. I propose a war that will cripple his greatest Legion and decapitate its leadership, I have already spoken to Alpharious about the matter and he agrees, a war in the against Ultramar, we will bait them and then break them like we broke the legions at Istvaan.
Konrad: my friend, I hope I can still call you that, I know fear better than anyone before or after me and I sense it in you, you didn’t just call for a proposal of a military alliance, after a possible defeat at terra, you called the prince of fear to assuage your fears and doubts, you called the only other Primarch who can’t control his own Legion, you called a friend as he put his hand on Fulgrims shoulder guard.