Garviel Loken could barely believe what he had just been told. The Emperor, working with fell powers of the Warp? The Emperor, questing for Godhood? If it hadn’t been for the Warmaster’s expression, the way he was taking this revelation, he would have considered it heresy, treason. But the way Horus was acting, like someone who had just seen everything he’d ever believed in and served destroyed before his very eyes.
Beside him, Torgaddon stared forth grimly, his usual jovial humour gone. Abaddon gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, barely holding in his anger, while Little Horus acted mechanically, as if the life had drained out of him.
Horus looked grim, shaken, his usual humour gone as he addressed them.
'I am going to topple our traitorous father from his Throne on Terra before he destroys mankind.'
Horus rose from his seat, continuing to speak as he circled the table.
'Take a moment and look at the face of the man sitting next to you. In the coming fight, he will be your brother, for all others will turn from us when our Father finds out we know the truth. Brother will fight brother and the fate of humanity will be in our hands. We will face accusations of heresy and cries of treason, but they will fall from us because we know the truth. Make no mistake about that. We know the truth the Emperor has been hiding from us all Remember the Mournival oath my captains here have sworn to. We have to uphold the truth of the Imperium of Mankind, no matter what evil may assail it, even if that evil is at the very heart of the Imperium. The Emperor has sorely misjudged me if he thinks I will stand by while he abandons his realm and his people in his quest for godhood, and leaves us amid the destruction of his rampant ambition.’