Commission: A Primarch's End

Greetings friends and followers.

I have been working on this one for quite a while, for the most part its been done live on my twitch channel.
This is the final duel between Icarion, Primarch of the second legion, facing Russ and Horus.

Here is a piece written by the legion creator Nicolas Fayette for this scene:

Icarion’s Fall

 

The Sage's world burned around him. The Wolves last act of suicidal cunning had seen the Io Orbital Plate crippled. Doomed to fall gracelessly from the heavens onto the world below, covering its surface in atomic fire, and chocking its once beautiful skies in darkness. Even through the storm, he could sense the malice ebbing from the tear in reality.

 

It would have sickened him had he still the capacity to feel. The last few weeks had robbed him of that, and so much more. Besides, in a few short hours, either way, the tear would become immaterial. This world was cracking apart. Even if the invaders left this moment, with peace in their churning hearts, this world was doomed, and the tear would die with it. 

 

He opened his eyes, though he couldn't remember closing them. He was no longer alone.

 

The warrior across from him stood impassive. His form radiated violence, but his posture conveyed unease. That was surprising. Of all the things he expected to see in the warriors eyes, contempt, fury, even sadness, unease was not expected. Even the thought that there was some arena in which he was anything but dominant rang as a falsehood, sat poorly against the backdrop of the world in which they both found themselves.

 

The shared Silence lasted for several minutes. Finally the Sage spoke.

 

"Do you remember, when it was just the two of us? When the Favored was still bound to our father's side, it was our brotherhood alone, together. Do you remember?"

"I remember."

"And yet-"

"And yet."

 

"It was always going to be you." The sage continued, "He would never do this himself, it's not his way. He spent millennia behind the scenes positioning pieces. He is unknowable, even to me. We talked he and I, our conversations were long, and yet I only ever skimmed the surface of him."

 

The warrior shifted uncomfortably, speaking up as emotion compelled him.

 

"You knew." It was an accusation, bitter with hurt. " You saw this?"

 

"No." The word was heavy. The ache of it brought unknowing feeling back to the Sages heart. 

 

"But those eyes of yours, you once told me-" The Warrior struggled, as he always did, with the right words, "the things you have seen."

 

The sage, sensing the Warriors unease, interceded before the thought could be finished.

 

"If you are looking for absolution from me, a concession that this was unavoidable, you will not find it here Warrior."

 

"I have to do this." The words sounded week, and the warrior loathed the way they tasted coming from his mouth. Weakness should have been all but crafted out of a being like him. And yet, his engineered intellect fumbled at this moment for the strength at the core him, that the Warrior once found so much comfort from. To his shame, he hid behind the words, as he spoke them, knowing they were untrue. "I am not like you." He said with a harshness he no longer felt. "I can't draw an arbitrary line in the sand and say 'no further.'"

The Sage chuckled darkly, not in derision but in sadness. "You are exactly like me, Of all the others, you know me the best." 

 

The Warrior said nothing. After all, he couldn't find it within himself to disagree, even though a quiet part of him cried out to. Sighing, in an all too human fashion, The Warrior began to draw his blade and stepped closer.

 

The Sage nodded to himself, knowing what must come next. "I will not make it easy" he said, " but then nothing about our lives was intended for ease. You must know this, Warrior,  that as you have come for me, he will one day come for you. This warning is my last gift to you."

 

Before the Warrior could respond, the Sage was in motion. Wings of lightning arcing from his back.

 

A world burned, and two brothers hearts broke.

 

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