u/Ramzullah

Because that’s what you are, Horus Lupercal.

That’s all you are, Warmaster.

That is all you’ll ever be, first-found son.

A slave to their darkness. A weapon in their hands. A puppet on their strings, beguiled by their promises and lies. An instrument, with no mind of its own, designed to shatter the shield of humanity and tip the human species into the neverness of the warp.

On your knees, caught in the torrent of your father’s flame, you look up at Him. You see it now, at last, perhaps as He has always seen it. A simple truth. A secret that should have been kept, despite everything. Some truths are too dangerous to know, or too lethal to hear. That’s why He kept it for thirty thousand years. Now you know it too. You see, through insurmountable pain, everything… everything that has been ruined, and everything that has been betrayed. You cannot ask Him for forgiveness. You don’t dare, and you can’t speak anyway. But He can see it in your eyes. You were too weak to resist them then, and you will be too weak in another moment when they relent and replenish you with their abominable gifts.

Your eyes beg Him for mercy. A son to his father.

"End this. End it now, if you can. If that is even possible. End it before it is too late. If you can’t do it, no one can."