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His brother looked from one group of his loyal servants to the other. The realization that he had just lost his immediate power base was something that could not be easily ignored. But he took it in stride and began to rise from his seat of power as if it was a triumph.
“Very well, I shall enforce my own rule.” The Primarch declared as he took out a sword and began walking towards the Emperor of Mankind, “You, Father, have come upon my planet and ignored the laws that have been enforced for thousands of years to the time before even the Age of Darkness. For that I cannot ignore and must administer punishment.
“Tyberos.” The Emperor said as he did not move a single bone to address the approaching tyrant, “You speak but your words no longer have power. Face this, and I will bow.”
“What?” Tyberos said as he descended the stairs and approached the Emperor, “You make little sense Father. For that, I shall make sure your breath was wasted. For by wasting the air we breath will suffocate the entire world in your hubris as they clog the tunnels with your intoxicating fumes.”
“Come then. Challenge me.” The Emperor said with so few words that it was almost alluring and easily taunting.
With a roar the High King crossed the room and tried the strike the Emperor. It was a Primarch who was wielding the weapon, a being of such immense power that it should be a rival to the Emperor. It was said in the young years of the Imperium that Horus Lupercal had saved the Emperor from the killing blade of an Ork Warlord. Such words were passed and known by all to show that the divine might of the Emperor was not that divine.
One would argue though that days have since ended when the blade of Tyberos struck harmlessly off the armor of the Emperor. It was something that conformed to the thoughts of TalOS, that even the Primarchs were in their own way Mortals just like the rest of humanity. By all means they were mortal when compared to the Emperor of Mankind at this moment.
Tyberos looked upon his Father with horror as the realization that there was someone who could stand above him. That the Tyrant of the Ocean World, whose might had never once been found wanting, was bested without his opponent lifting even a finger.
Then without thought he dropped to the ground along with the rest of his court. TalOS could feel the change in the psychic air but it might have been Tyberos himself instead of the Emperor who caused this change. A man who naturally led by sheer will having so much will that it literally possessed the people who were around him.
There was an interest in this.
