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It was ultimately Malcador who was the first to speak as he was the one to be asked. However, as any great debater, he instead tried to get more understanding, “TalOS DAV1S, why do you believe there is an Evil God in the Warp.”
“You already know.” TalOS suggested as he felt like his question was about to be dodged.
“I do not know from which angle you see the creatures of the Warp. It does not matter what I say to you today if I do not know <span class="mu-i">why</span> a brilliant man such as yourself would see them as such.” Malcador fired back without providing another throughway for TalOS.
TalOS thought to himself for a moment, and then another moment more, taking in what was considered. His life was a good length by a mortal human’s standard but he lived through every single moment of his existence in silence. As he prowd through millions of memories he placed in the grip of his Machine Spirits what built his knowledge.
“Before I landed upon Lucius, I was aware of my surroundings.” TalOS said as he placed a hand near his eyes, “Back then I was gifted with eyes that could understand the world. A gift that I believe was given by you. Am I correct?”
“That is true. In your creation we gave you that gift.” Malcador answered as he picked apart every single word that TalOS spoke in his own mind.
“In that moment, while in the crib that my Creator Fashioned for just myself, I looked upon their minions. Their Daemons.” TalOS answered as a painful memory flashed before him, “They clawed and attacked me. They wanted to tear apart my flesh and consume my soul for their own devilish purposes. If it was not for the Emperor’s knowledge of Sorcery, they would have gotten what they wanted. Even now I can barely comprehend what I saw that day.”
There was a moment of silence as Malcador looked upon TalOS with hard centuries old eyes. In the next moment he walked forward and reached up to pat him on the back. A solemness was there, TalOS knew. He would not comment now though that would ruin their discussion.
“Six years after that date Lucius was invaded by the Plastoids. A despicable psychic race that attempted to infiltrate Lucius in a vain attempt to ‘retake’ their world. Lucius however was never their world, they were there because their god wanted them to.”
The Primarch took in a breath and let another one out before he spoke, “It was after weeks of isolation that my true faith was tested. That I was confronted by a Daemon. A Daemon of Tzeentch.”
TalOS could tell, even though the psychic energies did not change, Malcador shuttered to hear that name.
