[Book Excerpt] Something VERY HYPE-Y from Clonelord.

From the looks of things in Clonelord...welll....Spoilers from CLonelord obviusly.

His brothers sang, and Ramos felt the wraithbone flex and bend, growing and strengthening as it spread through the Vesalius. Like an insect in its chrysalis, awaiting the day it could be free of its old shell

Too, he could feel the ship’s agitation as its crew went to war. He felt every stray bolter round as it struck wraithbone, and the warm spray of blood. He could hear the reverberations of their chanting, in the dark places of the lower decks. He could see the garish shapes of his once-brothers, as they reacted to the violence and moved to isolate the tribal bays and access corridors. And he could see one other thing besides.

Something impossible, and radiant.

It came among them, as they sang. A great presence, heavier than the world around it, so that it seemed to draw in all light and heat. It stalked golden through the lower decks, and its song, so like and yet unlike their own, pulsed strongly in the depths. It was familiar, that presence, painfully so.

Ramos had the nagging sensation that he had felt it before, and whenever it drew too close, their song faltered. ‘It is looking at us, brother,’ Esquor said, as he ceased singing. ‘I can feel it. It senses us, and wishes to find us.’ He shook his head, and his eyes were full of pain. ‘It is him, brother. But not as he is. As he was.

‘I know,’ Ramos growled. Fulgrim. No, not Fulgrim – the dream of Fulgrim. The ship whispered of it, of him, and that whisper carried through the wraithbone like a scream. ‘Ignore him. We have passed beyond such things.’

Emperor’s Children moved to attack, but hesitated at the last moment, leaving themselves inexplicably vulnerable. Even those with clear shots seemed disinclined to take them. Merix knew why – he could feel it as well as they. The hideous, pressing familiarity of their opponent. The way it moved, the way it fought. But it couldn’t be. That was impossible. It simply could not be… Not here… not now.

Merix cursed as the giant’s grip tightened. He clawed at the helm with his false hand. It came loose from the reinforced gorget and fell to the deck with a hollow clang. The face of his gene-father stared at him, anger writ on his perfect features. ‘It can’t be,’ Merix said, his voice rising to a howl of denial. ‘You are not him!’

Alkenex glared at him, as their blades locked. ‘What is that thing? Tell me!’ He beat aside the Apothecary’s blades. ‘Some form of war-beast?’ he demanded desperately. Even as he said the words, he knew it wasn’t. It was something else. Something he refused to see.

I honestly hope we will see him again, one day.

[‘This will be that spark.’ His hands clenched. ‘I will burn away the sins of the past. All the failures and imperfections. All my… crimes.’ He hesitated, and she started, realising that his hands were clenched so tightly that blood was dripped from between his fingers. ‘Ferrus… oh, my brother, I am sorry. I am sorry that I was not stronger.’ His words were soft, and she thought that he had forgotten her entirely.] (/spoiler)

He was a strange thing. The shadow of a demigod, given life. Powerful, but innocent. Without the hardness of spirit that came from a life lived, rather than merely remembered in some arcane fashion. Whatever crimes his original self had committed weighed on him, and drove him. The same drive that was in the Benefactor, she thought. She wondered what he might become, given time.

Afterwards,he was collected by Trazyn in one of his poke balls stasis fields,but still alive.

So yea,really points to him.

If they retcon Reflection Cracked(or just say Keeper of Secret was great at bamboozling)/go the Shard route,then Fulgrim's soul would be stuck in the painting.Except there is now a body,COMPLETE WITh hIS TRADEMARK-PRIMARCh-PSYKER-hax/aura ,for him to fit in.

My hype fuels are on massive overdrive thanks to that btw.


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