That'd be fun. I've heard the theory several theories about Tyberos that make me smile. One says he's a Curze clone, another says he IS curze but mind wiped with no future sight, but the most likely is that Tyberos, like the other Carcharodons, is a gene son of Curze and that he just took a LOT after poppa Curze.
If it is to be believed the clone inherited his soul and was disgusted by everything ESPECIALLY murdering Ferrus. That thing is not Fulgrim something Lorgar violently denounced
Spoilers: The meeting Sanguinius has with Ferrus before he goes to fight Horus on the Vengeful Spirit in The End and the Death seems to bring up and interesting point: It's entire possible, if not likely, that none of the still living traitor Primarchs are still actually themselves. By that, I mean their souls have been replaced by their daemonic ascension, leaving just a shadow of what they used to be in their body while their actual souls have been thrown into the warp. So, the demon primarchs are really just demonic copies of what they originally were, not actually them. The same seems to be true for the slain primarchs with their souls now residing in the warp. And if Jaghatai's resurrection is anything to go by, it's entirely possible to bring them back if you have their body. The problem is, it seems like only Big E and Malcador knew how to do this, and both are now either dead or stuck on the Golden Throne in a state of living death. And, of course, Ferrus's body was torn apart. Sanguinius's body I believe was recovered, though I believe he wasn't entirely intact either... So, we may actually see revived loyalists and/or redeemed traitor primarchs in the future.
@@imapopo2924 no they’re still in there but their minds have been clouded by the corruption of Chaos. Fulgrim has Bile clone Ferrus and every time Fulgrim tried to convince Ferrus to join him. Every time Ferrus is disgusted by what his brother has become and refuses, each time Fulgrim kills him and wants to try again. Fulgrim still loves his brother and finds living without him empty. Fulgrim is still in there but he’s clouded by the sadistic hedonism of Slaanesh. In much the same way Horus was released by the Chaos Gods seconds before his death and felt nothing but regret for everything he did. Angron is a raging monster but every time he’s killed his anger briefly goes away and he feels relief and peace. He’s happy that he’s finally dying. His rage returns in force upon being remade because once more his Death has been taken from him. They haven’t been brainwashed and they haven’t been replaced. They’ve been corrupted, the warp is every manifestation of emotion and Chaos are the embodiment of specific emotions and concepts. Therefore the Primarchs have had a certain range of emotion overload their minds and are stuck there.
@@Broomer52Good point, though I suppose both could be true at once. They aren't entirely whole anymore and what is left in their bodies is corrupted? Either way, I'm looking forward to more lore.
Shapes raged in the flames - shadows and suggestions doing battle with the daemons, their fiery forms indistinct and ever-changing. The fire-born avatars of fallen Ten Thousand, knee-deep in psychic fire and thrusting with lances of flame. The silhouettes of Space Marines, the betrayed dead of Isstvan bearing axes and blades and claws; half-seen sigils of slaughtered Legions obscured by the ash of their blackened armour. A giant among giants, its great hands bared and ready as it seared forwards at the crest of the tidal fire. The tenth son of a dying empire, so briefly reborn in his father’s immolating wrath.
_"Can you hear him, Sons of Ferrus?"_ _"...Oh yes. I hear him. He's laughing..."_ _"...What?"_ _"Yes. He's laughing. Loudly. Do you know why? If you had kept his body hidden, we would have hoped. We would have wasted time trying to find him. But instead, you decided to parade his dismembered corpse in front of us. Now we know. Now we're angry. Now we're furious. And that fury won't cease until we've ground you to paste under the treads of our tanks and used whatever is left as axle grease. You've just set the inexorable war machine of the 10th Legion in motion and given us a clear target. You have lost whatever chance at a headstart you might have had. You have lost the chance to exploit our confusion, our misguided hopes, and our grief. Our father is laughing now because _*_YOU DONE FUCKED UP NOW PRETTY BOY! END TRANSMISSION!"_* _"D-Did he just hang up on me?"_
Now this is the real grimdark, damm, the worst part is the Iron Hands will never have yours revenge's about Fulgrim because the demon primarchs are imortals and games workshop never will go do a real ending of anyone main character of no one faction, is really sad, I really wanted Ferrus go back as leader of the legion of the damned and burns Fulgrim.
And thus the sons of Ferrus were broken in mind. They would never be recovered from this trauma and do the opposite of what their father would have wished of them. They shed their flesh and their souls for the cold comfort of steel.
I may not be a son of ferrus but I pledge my support in felling the deamon I WILL SEEK VENGEANCE WITH YOU SONS OF THE GORGON FOR VENGEANCE AND THE EMPEROR!!!
Captain Duncyn sat in the halls of the Gorgons Wrath. Sparks flung from the damaged circuitry and the tech adepts and legion serfs rushed this way and that, trying their best to repair the damage. The black metal plate of his Mark 2 armour creaked and groaned and grinded, pitted and cratered and scored. His face hurt, his arm hurt, he paid it no mind. His head was reeling, his mind was racing. Dead. He couldn't be. Impossible, Illogical. The Gorgon shouldn't be able to die- COULDN'T be able to die. It was beyond impossible. Yet It was. He saw it. On that black sand, surrounded by enemies. Sergeant Duncyn saw his father, his primarch die. He saw his brothers die. Cousins die. His Clan Lord Captain Getorix slain by those patchfaced abominations mocking the eagle they bore on their chests. They once called them brothers. Never again. They had just barely made it to a thunderhawk and gotten off the planet, leaving their fallen. Somehow, they had reached their ship without death in the atmosphere. Somehow they managed to get out the system without death in the void. Somehow. They had made it. All 200 of them. 200 cripples, orphans and shattered men. Veteran Sergeant Daveth limped towards him. The masacre had cost him an arm and a leg, and as he turned towards the newly proclaimed captain, his voice betrayed his uncertainty. "What now?" He tightened his grip around his mentors Power sword, Euryale. The artificer blade had served him swell in the crusade. It would taste the treacherous blood of those who had slain it's former master. Who had slain his Father. "We get Vengeance." Duncyn growled. "No matter how long it takes. No matter how far we need to go." "Aye." Daveth agreed.
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And thats how the Emperor's children made their worst enemy. Not as in the most hated, but as the one they have the most reasons to fear.
If they ever somehow catch Fulgrim, they should probably hand him over to Carcharodons, because those guys were able to break a Drukhari Archon.
That'd be fun. I've heard the theory several theories about Tyberos that make me smile. One says he's a Curze clone, another says he IS curze but mind wiped with no future sight, but the most likely is that Tyberos, like the other Carcharodons, is a gene son of Curze and that he just took a LOT after poppa Curze.
I regret to inform you that they did in fact not catch Fulgrim.
@@alannatherson7721Just set up a vox caster calling him an unimaginative lil bitch on repeat or something, amd work from there
@@alannatherson7721 YET...
If clone Fulgrim ever escapes back into the galaxy this is going to be an awkward and inescapably violent interaction.
To this day, I believe the real Fulgrim still weeps for his most beloved brother and laments the actions that daemon has taken using his body
If it is to be believed the clone inherited his soul and was disgusted by everything ESPECIALLY murdering Ferrus.
That thing is not Fulgrim something Lorgar violently denounced
@@randomcenturion7264 GW’s been teasing the redemption of many traitor primarchs with Fulgrim included so here’s hoping
Spoilers:
The meeting Sanguinius has with Ferrus before he goes to fight Horus on the Vengeful Spirit in The End and the Death seems to bring up and interesting point:
It's entire possible, if not likely, that none of the still living traitor Primarchs are still actually themselves. By that, I mean their souls have been replaced by their daemonic ascension, leaving just a shadow of what they used to be in their body while their actual souls have been thrown into the warp. So, the demon primarchs are really just demonic copies of what they originally were, not actually them.
The same seems to be true for the slain primarchs with their souls now residing in the warp. And if Jaghatai's resurrection is anything to go by, it's entirely possible to bring them back if you have their body. The problem is, it seems like only Big E and Malcador knew how to do this, and both are now either dead or stuck on the Golden Throne in a state of living death. And, of course, Ferrus's body was torn apart. Sanguinius's body I believe was recovered, though I believe he wasn't entirely intact either...
So, we may actually see revived loyalists and/or redeemed traitor primarchs in the future.
@@imapopo2924 no they’re still in there but their minds have been clouded by the corruption of Chaos. Fulgrim has Bile clone Ferrus and every time Fulgrim tried to convince Ferrus to join him. Every time Ferrus is disgusted by what his brother has become and refuses, each time Fulgrim kills him and wants to try again. Fulgrim still loves his brother and finds living without him empty. Fulgrim is still in there but he’s clouded by the sadistic hedonism of Slaanesh.
In much the same way Horus was released by the Chaos Gods seconds before his death and felt nothing but regret for everything he did.
Angron is a raging monster but every time he’s killed his anger briefly goes away and he feels relief and peace. He’s happy that he’s finally dying. His rage returns in force upon being remade because once more his Death has been taken from him.
They haven’t been brainwashed and they haven’t been replaced. They’ve been corrupted, the warp is every manifestation of emotion and Chaos are the embodiment of specific emotions and concepts. Therefore the Primarchs have had a certain range of emotion overload their minds and are stuck there.
@@Broomer52Good point, though I suppose both could be true at once. They aren't entirely whole anymore and what is left in their bodies is corrupted?
Either way, I'm looking forward to more lore.
Shapes raged in the flames - shadows and suggestions doing battle with the daemons, their fiery forms indistinct and ever-changing. The fire-born avatars of fallen Ten Thousand, knee-deep in psychic fire and thrusting with lances of flame. The silhouettes of Space Marines, the betrayed dead of Isstvan bearing axes and blades and claws; half-seen sigils of slaughtered Legions obscured by the ash of their blackened armour. A giant among giants, its great hands bared and ready as it seared forwards at the crest of the tidal fire. The tenth son of a dying empire, so briefly reborn in his father’s immolating wrath.
_"Can you hear him, Sons of Ferrus?"_
_"...Oh yes. I hear him. He's laughing..."_
_"...What?"_
_"Yes. He's laughing. Loudly. Do you know why? If you had kept his body hidden, we would have hoped. We would have wasted time trying to find him. But instead, you decided to parade his dismembered corpse in front of us. Now we know. Now we're angry. Now we're furious. And that fury won't cease until we've ground you to paste under the treads of our tanks and used whatever is left as axle grease. You've just set the inexorable war machine of the 10th Legion in motion and given us a clear target. You have lost whatever chance at a headstart you might have had. You have lost the chance to exploit our confusion, our misguided hopes, and our grief. Our father is laughing now because _*_YOU DONE FUCKED UP NOW PRETTY BOY! END TRANSMISSION!"_*
_"D-Did he just hang up on me?"_
Worst part is that's not the real fulgrim that's the demon who took over his body after he basically gave up after ferrus was killed by his own hands.
Sometimes I really hate the traitor primarchs.
Except Magnus. He Had... Good intentions
Yeah, it is tragic how things turned out for him
Pretty sure he would have stayed loyalist had the Space Chihuahuas not decided to BURN HIS PLANET TO ASH!
@@frostbyte2384which wouldn't have happened IF HE DIDNT LEAVE THEM ON READ!
He did everything wrong.
@@Psychoangel-d23 True but is dropping a nuclear warhead on someone for not responding to your calls justified?
Now this is the real grimdark, damm, the worst part is the Iron Hands will never have yours revenge's about Fulgrim because the demon primarchs are imortals and games workshop never will go do a real ending of anyone main character of no one faction, is really sad, I really wanted Ferrus go back as leader of the legion of the damned and burns Fulgrim.
Iron Hands 🤝 Blood Angels
The iron hands Will Hunt down fulgrim untill they Will block him in an Eternal Cage if necesary, for ferrus manus!
Damn fucking daemon sword. Fulgrim could've been the best and he became the worst.
And thus the sons of Ferrus were broken in mind. They would never be recovered from this trauma and do the opposite of what their father would have wished of them. They shed their flesh and their souls for the cold comfort of steel.
I hate that the image in my head of what's happening off screen is the EC's gooning with Ferrus' body parts.
i hate that now i have that image too,and that the most likely possibility is that you are right about it.i never knew if ferrus's body was recovered.
its not slaanesh worship if there isn't at least one person engaging in necrophilia
That keeper using Fulgrim's body is brutal. I love it. Cant wait for the EC range drop this edition
I may not be a son of ferrus but I pledge my support in felling the deamon
I WILL SEEK VENGEANCE WITH YOU SONS OF THE GORGON FOR VENGEANCE AND THE EMPEROR!!!
As long he looks on Slaanesh, slaanesh can hypnotized the person so The Iron hand hates the sons of Phoenix 🤔
The Iron Hands have always had issues… but the Heresy pushed them well over the edge.
Amazing work!
I thought it was clonegrim trying to contact the Iron Hands in 40k.
Would be an awkward moment.
Here soon, uh?
Horus & Fulgrim created a curse trauma
Now I know it's meme that the iron hands are boring due to cold logic and lack of lore/books. But this kind of thing, amazing.
Brutal.
It’s moments like this where I’m like “yeesh” maybe my favorite legion are in fact the scumbags they are.
Captain Duncyn sat in the halls of the Gorgons Wrath. Sparks flung from the damaged circuitry and the tech adepts and legion serfs rushed this way and that, trying their best to repair the damage. The black metal plate of his Mark 2 armour creaked and groaned and grinded, pitted and cratered and scored. His face hurt, his arm hurt, he paid it no mind. His head was reeling, his mind was racing.
Dead. He couldn't be. Impossible, Illogical. The Gorgon shouldn't be able to die- COULDN'T be able to die. It was beyond impossible.
Yet It was. He saw it. On that black sand, surrounded by enemies. Sergeant Duncyn saw his father, his primarch die. He saw his brothers die. Cousins die. His Clan Lord Captain Getorix slain by those patchfaced abominations mocking the eagle they bore on their chests. They once called them brothers. Never again. They had just barely made it to a thunderhawk and gotten off the planet, leaving their fallen. Somehow, they had reached their ship without death in the atmosphere. Somehow they managed to get out the system without death in the void. Somehow. They had made it. All 200 of them. 200 cripples, orphans and shattered men.
Veteran Sergeant Daveth limped towards him. The masacre had cost him an arm and a leg, and as he turned towards the newly proclaimed captain, his voice betrayed his uncertainty. "What now?"
He tightened his grip around his mentors Power sword, Euryale. The artificer blade had served him swell in the crusade. It would taste the treacherous blood of those who had slain it's former master. Who had slain his Father.
"We get Vengeance." Duncyn growled. "No matter how long it takes. No matter how far we need to go."
"Aye." Daveth agreed.
Thanks for the video