Dan Abnett - The Horus Heresy: Horus Rising

The Primarchs

HORUS First Primarch and Warmaster, Commander-in-Chief of the Luna Wolves

ROGAL DORN Primarch of the Imperial Fists

SANGUINIUS Primarch of the Blood Angels

The Luna Wolves Legion

EZEKYLE ABADDON First Captain

TARIK TORGADDON Captain, 2nd Company

IACTON QRUZE The Half-heard', Captain, 3rd Company

HASTUR SEJANUS Captain, 4th Company

HORUS AXIMAND 'Little Horus', Captain, 5th Company

SERGHAR TARGOST Captain, 7th Company, Lodge Master

GARVIEL LOKEN Captain, 10th Company

Luc SEDIRAE Captain, 13th Company

TYBALT MARR 'The Either', Captain, 18th Company

VERULAM MOY 'The Or', Captain, 19th Company

LEV GOSHEN Captain, 25th Company

KALUS EKADDON Captain, Catulan Reaver Squad

FALKUS KIBRE 'Widowmaker', Captain, Justaerin Terminator Squad

NERO VIPUS Sergeant, Locasta Tactical Squad

XAVYER JUBAL Sergeant, Hellebore Tactical Squad

MALOGHURST 'The Twisted', Equerry to the Warmaster

The 140th Imperial Expedition Fleet

MATHANUAL AUGUST Master of the Fleet

Imperial Personae

KYRIL SINDERMANN Primary iterator

IGNACE KARKASY Official remembrancer, poet

MERSADIE OLITON Official remembrancer, documentarist

EUPHRATI KEELER Official remembrancer, imagist

PEETER EGON

MOMUS Architect designate

AENID RATHBONE High Administratrix

Non Imperial Personae

JEPHTA NAUD General Commander, the armies of the interex

DIATH SHEHN Abbrocarius

ASHEROT Indentured Kinebrach, Keeper of Devices

MITHRAS TULL Subordinate Commander, the armies of the interex

The Word Bearers Legion

EREBUS First Chaplain

The Imperial Fists Legion

SIGISMUND First Captain

The Emperor's Children Legion

EIDOLON Lord Commander

Lucius Captain

SAUL TARVITZ Captain

The Blood Angels Legion

RALDORON Chapter Master

The 63rd Imperial Expedition Fleet

BOAS COMNENUS Master of the Fleet

HEKTOR VARVARAS Lord Commander of the Army

ING MAE SING Mistress of Astropaths

ERFA HINE

SWEQ CHOROGUS High Senior of the Navis Nobilite

REGULUS Adept, Envoy of the Martian Mechanicum

I was there, the day Horus slew the Emperor...

'Myths grow like crystals, according to their own recurrent pattern; but there must be a suitable core to start their growth.'

- attributed to the remembrancer Koestler (fl. M2)

"The difference between gods and daemons largely depends upon where one is standing at the time.'

- the Primarch Lorgar

'The new light of science shines more brightly than the old light of sorcery. Why, then, do we not seem to see as far?'

- the Sumaturan philosopher Sahlonum (fl. M29)

Blood from misunderstanding

Our brethren in ignorance

The Emperor dies

'I WAS THERE. he would say afterwards, until afterwards became a time quite devoid of laughter. 'I was there, the day Horns slew the Emperor.' It was a delicious conceit, and his comrades would chuckle at the sheer treason of it.

The story was a good one. Torgaddon would usually be the one to cajole him into telling it, for Torgaddon was the joker, a man of mighty laughter and idiot tricks. And Loken would tell it again, a tale rehearsed through so many retellings, it almost told itself.

Loken was always careful to make sure his audience properly understood the irony in his story. It was likely that he felt some shame about his complicity in the matter itself, for it was a case of blood spilled from misunderstanding. There was a great tragedy implicit in the tale of the Emperor's murder, a tragedy that Loken always wanted his listeners to appreciate. But the death of Sejanus was usually all that fixed their attentions.

That, and the punchline.

It had been, as far as the warp-dilated horologs could attest, the two hundred and third year of the Great Crusade. Loken always set his story in its proper time and place. The commander had been Warmaster for about a year, since the triumphant conclusion of the Ullanor campaign, and he was anxious to prove his new-found status, particularly in the eyes of his brothers.

Warmaster. Such a tide. The fit was still new and unnatural, not yet worn in.

It was a strange time to be abroad amongst stars. They had been doing what they had been doing for two centuries, but now it felt unfamiliar. It was a start of things. And an ending too.

The ships of the 63rd Expedition came upon the Imperium by chance. A sudden etheric storm, later declared providential by Maloghurst, forced a route alteration, and they translated into the edges of a system comprising nine worlds.

Nine worlds, circling a yellow sun.

Detecting the shoal of rugged expedition warships on station at the out-system edges, the Emperor first demanded to know their occupation and agenda. Then he painstakingly corrected what he saw as the multifarious errors in their response.

Then he demanded fealty.

He was, he explained, the Emperor of Mankind. He had stoically shepherded his people through the miserable epoch of warp storms, through the Age of Strife, staunchly maintaining the rule and law of man. This had been expected of him, he declared. He had kept the flame of human culture alight through the aching isolation of Old Night. He had sustained this precious, vital fragment, and kept it intact, until such time as the scattered diaspora of humanity re-established contact. He rejoiced that such a time was now at hand. His soul leapt to see the orphan ships returning to the heart of

the Imperium. Everything was ready and waiting. Everything had been preserved. The orphans would be embraced to his bosom, and then the Great Scheme of rebuilding would begin, and the Imperium of Mankind would stretch itself out again across the stars, as was its birthright.

As soon as they showed him proper fealty. As Emperor. Of mankind.

The commander, quite entertained by all accounts, sent Hastur Sejanus to meet with the Emperor and deliver greeting.

Sejanus was the commander's favourite. Not as proud or irascible as Abaddon, nor as ruthless as Sedirae, nor even as solid and venerable as Iacton Qruze, Sejanus was the perfect captain, tempered evenly in all respects. A warrior and a diplomat in equal measure, Sejanus's martial record, second only to Abaddon's, was easily forgotten when in company with the man himself. A beautiful man, Loken would say, building his tale, a beautiful man adored by all. 'No finer figure in Mark IV plate than Hastur Sejanus. That he is remembered, and his deeds celebrated, even here amongst us, speaks of Sejanus's qualities. The noblest hero of the Great Crusade. That was how Loken would describe him to the eager listeners. 'In future times, he will be recalled with such fondness that men will name their sons after him.

Sejanus, with a squad of his finest warriors from the Fourth Company, travelled in-system in a gilded barge, and was received for audience by the Emperor at his palace on the third planet.

And killed.

Murdered. Hacked down on the onyx floor of the palace even as he stood before the Emperor's golden throne. Sejanus and his glory squad - Dymos, Malsan-dar, Gorthoi and the rest - all slaughtered by the Emperor's elite guard, the so-called Invisibles.

Apparently, Sejanus had not offered the correct fealty. Indelicately, he had suggested there might actually be another Emperor.

The commander's grief was absolute. He had loved Sejanus like a son. They had warred side by side to affect compliance on a hundred worlds. But the commander, always sanguine and wise in such matters, told his signal men to offer the Emperor another chance. The commander detested resorting to war, and always sought alternative paths away from violence, where such were workable. This was a mistake, he reasoned, a terrible, terrible mistake. Peace could be salvaged. This 'Emperor' could be made to understand.