Quote:Then Gebbit looked him straight in the eye and said: “Everyone gets oneWhen in doubt, blame the Eldar
mistake. This is yours. From this point onwards, you will not lie to us
or hide anything. If there is a problem, you will ask for help.
As for your…gift…Ozman is your teacher. He will teach you how to use
your powers and you will follow his instructions to the letter. You will
not experiment unless Ozman lets you and you will not use your
abilities without supervision unless it’s a matter of life and death. Do
you understand?”
“Y-Y-Yes, sir.” The commissar nodded. Just as he was about to walk away,
Thomas said: “I saw someone in that…dream. You wanted to know
everything, right? I…talked to a…something. It looked like a wall made
out of horrible, screaming faces and it said it was the Emperor and that
I was his son and…” Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder.
Gebbit looked angry, but Thomas got the impression that that anger was
directed at the dream-thing, rather than at him. “It’s the nature of
daemons, to try and trick us. It is not that surprising that one of
those horrors would dare impersonate the Emperor.”
“There was another man…thing. He was big, and red, wore this massive
golden armor and had one eye. He tried to have a ‘friendly chat’ with me
and called me brother and…”
Suddenly, one of Commander Black’s robots burst through the door. “Was
his name Magnus the Red?!” He all but screamed, sounding strangely
desperate. “Please tell me that wasn’t Magnus the Red.”
Thomas bit his lip. “The wall called him Magnus…”
“…but it was probably a daemon, so that could just as easily be a lie. I
would not put too much stock in psyker dreams.” The commissar hastily
added. “Do you know something?”
Suddenly, the light around Black changed. It churned and boiled, while
rage and horror poured in from all directions. No sound was heard, but
Thomas would’ve sworn that he was screaming. “A lie…yes, of course it’s a
lie. Definitely a lie. Just a daemon, not a daemon primarch. Absolutely
not true, because if it were true, it’d mean that I’m at Ground Zero of
a mid-air collision between about fifteen Tzeentch, Cegorarch, and
Deceiver plots and I refuse to deal with that level of shark-jumping
bullshit!”
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Into terror!, Into valour!
Charge ahead! No! Never turn
Yes, it's into the fire we fly
And the devil will burn!
- Scarlett Pimpernell