The Second Reunion

“He shall be a great addition to the Great Crusade. I have a feeling that you two will get along.” The Emperor gave Araphel a knowing smile, placing a hand on his shoulder. Araphel nodded, allowing himself to adopt a more restful stance. The Emperor released his grip and turned to face the door to his room on the Bucephalus, still smiling in a way that Araphel could not quite match. Footsteps could be heard on the other side of the door, and when they stopped the door smoothly slid open. Araphel immediately began scanning this new “brother” with his eyes, looking for signs of weakness or defects. What he saw caused him to catch his breath. Araphel had never felt this kind of feeling before. If ever there was a feeling close to what humans described as fear, this was it. The Primarch looked like a dark reflection of the Emperor, but the longer Araphel looked the more differences he could spot. The gold armour and the black hair were so familiar, yet the face and the eyes were completely new, both filled with fire.

Theoderaf laid his eyes upon the Emperor, and felt that feeling of completeness and righteousness flowing through him. The Emperor was smiling at him, his radiance visibly filling the room and the distance between them. Theoderaf managed to move his eyes from staring at the Emperor, locking onto the giant next to him. A true giant. Theoderaf suspected that even when not in armour this giant would overshadow him, but with his armour he was truly spectacular. Theoderaf could feel him looking him up and down, but his body language told him that conflict was not imminent. He began walking towards the pair, keeping his eyes locked onto the giant the whole time. The two stared at each other intently, until Theoderaf was in front of him. A second dragged by.

The Emperor stepped forward, drawing all attention instantly to himself. “Theoderaf, this is your brother Primarch, Araphel of the Iron Revenants. The Imperium can only be strengthened by strong bonds between Primarchs and legions.” The two Primarchs looked back at each other, before Theoderaf lifted his hand forward.

“I am glad to meet another like me. I hope to join you on the battlefield someday.”

Araphel nodded, and took his hand.

“Indeed, likewise.” [[Category:S]]