House of Wolves

Prologue: The Red Legion
The imprint of death was still fresh in his mind. The once mighty planet of Prospero; now a desolate ruin devoid of life. Long before the Burning, he could remember what it was once like. A small population, at best, filled with outcasts and psykers who seeked sanctuary from the Imperium. It was the home of the 15th Legion, the great Thousand Sons and their Primarch Magnus. Now it is a graveyard, home to the ashes and bones of the billions who lost their lives because of Magnus.

The Red Primarch had hoped to save the Emperor by warning him, but instead he brought upon them certain destruction, allowing his homeworld to be razed with the wrath of the Emperor. Kepri could still remember the beautiful city of Tizca in all its glory, headquarters to the Thousand Sons of the Emperor.

'Move up, brothers! The Raptorans will not hold the shield forever!' said a frantic Astartes from another Fellowship. Kepri had no care for fools like him, but even he knew that Tizca would fall once the Raptorans did. The initial orbital onslaught of the Imperium decimated every single city in Prospero, save for its mighty capital. Many of Kepri's Fellowship were already dead. Stationed at one of the other cities, now piles of ash and ceramite after the mass drivers leveled the mountains.

'Kepri! Kepri!' shouted someone from behind the Astartes. His familiar voice, slightly low with hints of resonance. Kheops, Captain of the 5th Fellowship. Kepri's superior. His ornate armour was decorated with parchment and excerpts from Magnus' book.

(more to come)