A/N: celebrating a total word count of 50k! Almost within 10 chapters but sometimes you gotta make compromises, also the reason it took so long was that I had to consult the Lexicon aka, the physical copy of The Months of Shame.
Didn't want to get anything wrong, however, expect that after this chapter lore goes out the window as Agnar will be doing his own thing with his own crew.
End of Arc!
That's it for me.
The war for Armageddon is over and the part is as well.
Andnow we've got to deal with this inquisitor guy and the massive stick up his ass, however ignoring that and the aching pain in my body I quickly realized that the months of shame is coming up.
The very annoying and completely avoidable civil war between us - The Space Wolves - and the bitch ass inquisitor.
Usually I wouldn't care, after all the universe didn't exist.
But now it does.
And I exist in it. I can't exactly allow a dude to genocide an entire planet just because he's quaking in his boots about a daemon infesting the mind of a guardsman.
So as I prepare to eventually strike down a loyalist space marine, I mean even if they're a bit of a pain in the ass I don't believe we should kill each other just because an inquisitor wanted millions of loyal civilians to die.
"Ivarr how are you feeling?" I asked as I looked up from dataslate I was reading.
"My eyes strangely hurt, it's been awhile since I drank that much" Ivarr rubbed his eyes.
"Must've been the elbow to took" I commented.
"I took an elbow to the face?" Ivarr raised an eyebrow as he looked at me through his fingers.
"Yeah, guess you don't remember"
"I don't"
"…skill issue" I smirked.
"Are you commenting about how you were blasted after drinking only three barrels before you quickly allowed yourself loose like a wolf smelling blood?" Ivarr asked.
"Huh?"
"I mean, you introduced us to that dart little game, quite interesting by the way. Another one, football, might be my favorite!" Ivarr chuckled and I rubbed my temple, had I truly introduced them to two 21st century games.
Also did I introduce them to American football or regular football.
I fear I might never know, and that thought somehow scarred me.
"So what do we do now?" I asked Ivarr as he frowned at my question.
"We wait" Ivarr spoke and I couldn't help but frown.
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Sister Superior Jeanne is currently having a field day spreading the word of the Angel that is a Saint, or that is what she wanted to say.
"Sister the relic pointed at him and Terra!" A sister spoke with faith relishing in her eyes.
"What does it mean?" A newer sister walked up and crowded her, in their own quarters where prayers covered the walls and flagellants ran rampant the talk of a saint would always stop.
"I do not know, I wished to pray for an answer from the Emperor" Sister Superior Jeanne spoke as she stared down at her own hands and grimaced.
She didn't understand it, even after months in the warp she was still coming to terms with what she saw.
The angel who held the grace of the Emperor and yet belonged to a chapter of barbarians of the Space Wolves.
She swallowed her fears and offered a silent prayer.
"I will consult the texts" she eventually settled on as she handed the relic off to another sister and her way was given way as most waited for her decision.
"…contact the Canoness, we need her wisdom on this matter" she eventually spoke as one of the sisters nodded and made her way to do so.
She continued into her quarters and quickly settled down to consult the data slates, with the war of Armageddon poised to continue on for another standard year she has time to figure out an answer.
The only way for such a relic to show two lines is if the Blessed has had a way to touch, or be touched by the Emperor himself.
Could it be?
That the Space Wolf was from an era when the Emperor still walked?
No.
Such a being would've been known and revealed.
But what if the Space Wolves hid him?
Traitors!
No.
They are loyal, they would never do such a thing, it must be a recent thing, that's the only explanation. Sister superior Jeanne sighed as her head hit the desk with a saddening thud as her white hair covered her field of view.
She felt like she had an epiphany and lost it at the same time, how could the relic ever point in two directions, the relic couldn't be faulty, never!
She lifted her head and contacted the bishop for the sector. She needed a decisive answer, so the only one who could was someone who was more knowledgeable in terms of relics.
Until the Canoness herself gets involved.
"Sister Superior, is there a reason why you're calling me?" The Deacon of the segmentum answered her call, he was overweight, wore a powdered wing, and had more than enough makeup to cover any and all blemishes that would be gained from age.
"Deacon Aclmena, forgive me for disturbing you, however I must bring a situation to you and gain your insight into it" she hated the man, however, the man got to his station by some… unorthodox methods that involved putting down a chaos cult.
"Speak, keep it short" the man stuffed himself with a fistful of processed meat, and Jeanne had to resist the urge to gag at the unwashed quadruple chin that no doubt held more grease than necessary.
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"I won't fight them" I spoke as I stared at Logan who held a grimace, it was a solid 30 hours after his rage-filled meeting with the Lord Inquisitor.
"I understand that, however, Blessed Wolf, if you do not join the incoming fight, I fear that they will take you out on their own" Logan spoke as he walked around a hologram of Armageddon.
"What if I talked them out of it?" I offered.
"Do you not think I haven't tried that? The inquisitor is more hard-headed than Guilliman, and the Grey Knights are so indoctrinated they do not care about anything that isn't chaos tainted" Logan sneered as he shook his head.
"I apologize Blessed Wolf, I did not mean to harp on our cousins… but I cannot help but do so when in this situation" I understood him completely.
"Still, Great Wolf, allow me to attempt to try and placate this" I spoke.
Logan frowned at me before he sighed and he gave me a vox bead.
"Just activate it whenever you're ready to contact the Inquisitor." Logan shook his head as he dismissed me.
"Are you truly able to convince the Inquisitor to give up and go home?" Ivarr asked as I inhaled slowly, I guess this is where I make my small character.
"I can only try" I spoke as I pressed the vox to call the inquisitor.
To my knowledge no one knows the Primarch of the Grey Knights, however the most accurate source is the Emperor himself, so my goal isn't convincing the Inquisitor, but rather blackmailing him.
"Logan, are you here-" I cut him off.
"I am Agnar Wolfbreaker, I am here to demand you to stand down" I spoke, forcing myself steady as I prepared to blackmail the inquisitor.
"Demand? Astartes, you do not want this course of action, I recommend-"
"You will stand down or I will release the fact you've stolen the Emperor's gene seed to make the Grey Knights, and we can see the true consequences of your actions. I truly wonder how many chapters will slaughter Inquisitors and demand answers, I wonder what the Custodians think" I laid it into him, I was truly banking on everything I was saying was true.
"Or, is it Magnus? I mean, the Minotaurs are already using heretic genes seed, why wouldn't we use another's? It's one of the two - either way if the information gets out, you can bet that a massive schism will occur within the Imperium or maybe another civil war" I exhaled slowly and the silence on the other end wasdeafening.
"You have an hour to call off your cull or there will be consequences to your actions" I ended the vox bead as Ivarr stared at me.
"Before you ask, the information that I just spoke shouldn't be discussed any further" I spoke slowly.
"…no wonder they're so strange" Ivarr thankfully relented as his widened eyes slowly returned to normal.
"…which one is it?" He asked after a moment of silence.
"…I do not know" I spoke honestly.
"So you lied? Or guessed correctly?" He asked me as he fully turned to me.
Even after I told him that we shouldn't discuss this he still asks these questions, yet if I learned anything in this universe, do not withhold information and turn out like Titus did.
"…the Allfather sometimes shows me things" when in doubt lie until they become true "half of them are true the other half isn't"
"Two timelines then… you are right, we shouldn't talk about this outloud." Ivarr caught on quick with my made up ability as he nodded.
I gave a silent breath of relief as we continued on our way back to our personal quarters, I wanted a drink, but the fact that a drunk version of me wouldn't be a good thing for the situation I made stayed my hand.
So instead I watched videos of other wars to study.
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Logan only had to wait approximately three minutes after dismissing Agnar to get a call from the Inquisitor, he was fully expecting a raging inquisitor and more demands.
"Inquisitor" Logan greeted the Inquisitor.
"Chapter Master of The Space Wolves, I would like to formally announce the departure of both Red Hunters and Grey Knights from the cull of Armageddon, and I myself will be going back to my station" Inquisitor Ghesmei spoke as he looked as if he sucked on a lemon.
More than he already was.
"May I ask what's the cause for the change?" Logan had an idea that the Blessed Wolf either made a deal or fully convinced the Inquisitor away from his warpath.
"Certain… developments have completely changed the situation of Armageddon completely" The Inquisitor tried to keep a solid face, yet Logan noticed the sheer rage, and shame behind the eyes.
"Well then… I hope you enjoy your day, Inquisitor" Logan has learned a lot throughout his hundreds of years, when something great as this happens you take it, especially in this galaxy.
"Chapter Master… keep a close eye on that Agnar Wolfbreaker… somethings are a double edged sword, and I suspect that your 'Blessed Wolf' is no different" The Inquisitor slowly spoke.
"With respect Inquisitor, never tell me what I should be concerned with when it comes to my Wolves" Logan ended the call and he couldn't help but smile.
For the first time in a long long long time, the Inquisition turned away from conflict with a loss.
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"I see…" Deacon Aclmena slowly spoke as he finally stopped stuffing his mouth full as he stared back at the serene face of the Sister Superior.
"I will… consult the archbishops of the sector, thank you for bringing this to my attention, have you talked to your Canoness about this yet?" Deacon leaned forwards.
"No"
"Do so, immediately, afterwards I will commission a mission for you and two more of your sisters to guard him" The Deacon leaned back as he grabbed a napkin and wiped his sixteen chins.
"Guard him?" Sister Superior raised an eyebrow.
"Hmm… the relic showing two signals of the Emperor show either of the following things, a) he was chosen as a Saint by the Emperor, impressive really, especially for his unwashed couth of the Space Wolves"
"B) his soul was recently tampered with by either a Saint of the Emperor or the Emperor himself, extremely unlikely as there has been no notification of saints in the Armageddon Segmentum"
"C) a very clever Chaos trick, so much so it has closely replicated the light of the Emperor, if this is so, I want you close to him so that you can swiftly deliver the Emperor's righteous justice" the Deacon leaned back.
"Is there anything else, Sister Superior?" Deacon Aclmena asked.
Jeanne shook her head "None at all"
"Then you have your orders, carry them out" the call ended as Jeanne couldn't help but feel thankful that she no longer had to stare at the fat man any longer.
Jeanne sighed as she started a call with the Cannoness, she wanted nothing but to pray right now.
Maybe one day she'd get a day of uninterrupted prayer, until then, paperwork and calls are her duty.