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"I told you it was the easiest trap to set," said the reflections, their voices slippery and entwined. "Now you know the truth of it." "Was this always what you wanted?" asked Magnus. "To see me destroyed?" "Destroyed? Never!" cried the reflections, as though outraged by the suggestion. "You were always to be our first choice, Magnus. Did you know that?" "First choice for what?" "To bring about the eternal chaos of destruction and rebirth, the endless succession of making and unmaking that has cycled throughout time and will continue for all eternity. Yes, you were always first, and Horus is a poor second. The Eternal Powers saw great potential in you, but even as we coveted your soul, you grew too strong and caused us to look elsewhere." The reflections smiled with paternal affection, "But I always knew you would be ours one day. While suspicious eyes were turned upon you and your Legion, we wove our corruptions elsewhere. For that you have my thanks, as the Blinded One has lit the first fire of the conflagration, though none yet see it for what it is." "What are you?" asked Magnus, stepping through the doorway to re-enter the wreckage of his chambers. |
"You know what I am," said his reflections. "Or at least you should." One splintered eye shifted, swirling until it became a fiery snake with multicoloured eyes and wings of bright feathers: the beast he had killed beneath the Mountain of Aghoru. It changed again, morphing through a succession of shimmering forms, until Magnus saw the shifting, impossibly massive form of the shadow in the Great Ocean. "I once named myself Choronzon to you, the Dweller in the Abyss and the Daemon of Dispersion, but those are meaningless labels that mortals hang upon me, obsolete the moment they are uttered. I have existed since the beginning of time and will exist beyond the span of this universe. Names are irrelevant to me, for I am every name and none. In the inadequate language of your youngling species, you should call me a god." "You were the one that helped me save my Legion," said Magnus with a sinking heart. "Save? No. I only postponed their doom," said the shadow. "That boon is now ended." "No!" cried Magnus. "Please, never that!" |
"You can destroy them," said the fading reflections in the liquid glass. "Say the word and I will tear their vessels asunder, scattering them beyond all knowledge and hope of salvation." "No," said Magnus, dropping to his knees with his head in his hands. "Never." |
Woki himself (and I think even Azzy) has stated multiple times that Magnus' immortality from Tzeentch is far to inconsistent to use in a match..EmperorRorepme said:Time is meaningless to Tzeentch and Magnus so it's incorrect to judge it that way. If Magnus dies he's instantly brought back. Magnus is his favourite being. Multiple arguments of mine have been ignored so no there's a lot of things Magnus can do to Vecna. There's nothing Vecna can do here even without Acausality. I've already shown a couple of ways Magnus can take out Vecna's reliant immortality.
" | Magnus had not been born as mortals were born, but had been willed into life by the designs of the Emperor. As philosophically advanced as his captains were, the concepts were too alien, too beyond mortal comprehension for any of them to understand. To be conscious of your body growing around you, to have awareness of your brain taking shape as architecture instead of organism, and to have discourse with your creator even as your existence moved from conceptual possibility to tangible reality had proved too complex to explain to those who had not experienced such a uniquely hastened evolution. | " |
~ McNeill, Graham. A Thousand Sons (Horus Heresy Book 12) (p. 204). Black Library. Kindle Edition. |
" | A bright shape descended from the mountaintop, a wavering and indistinct form wreathed in the light of stars and the power of infinite possibility. Brilliant wings of shimmering aetheric fire unfolded from the figure's back, and the Thousand Sons fell to their knees as their father's light spread over them. Magnus landed softly before his sons and they stared in amazement as his light illuminated the bleak darkness of the world. This was no corporeal shell of a subtle body as worn by the primarch when he had walked among them. This was a body of light that could exist beyond the confines of the Great Ocean. Magnus had sacrificed the flesh that had contained his essence, and in so doing had ascended to a more evolved form, one free from the constraints of mortality and the limits of reality. 'My sons,' said Magnus with weary resignation, 'welcome to the Planet of the Sorcerers.' | " |
~ McNeill, Graham. A Thousand Sons (Horus Heresy Book 12) (p. 555). Black Library. Kindle Edition. |
" | Ahriman flew out of its path, its crimson form twisting around to follow him as another predator emerged from the mists. His mental analogy of sharks had given them form, and its body was sleek and evolved to be the consummate killer. He forced his mind to empty, discarding all metaphor and vocabulary, for they were the weapons his enemies would use against him. | " |
~ McNeill, Graham. A Thousand Sons (Horus Heresy Book 12) (p. 112). Black Library. Kindle Edition. |
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