"Black Holy War... Everything comes from the hatred of us by the gods, and I believe it deeply... They need us, we are just their fuel, our thoughts and actions give them life... They are fundamentally us, every nightmare, every wound, every death - breeding, growing, and shaping them."
In the dark cell, his hands were tied up by the chains of the wall. Kayang, who was slumped on the ground, murmured towards Soshiyang in the ears of any judge, which was enough to be called a rebellious word.
"But they are not independent and rational entities, and perceptual souls can never understand them at all... They are forces that are not bound by reason, and emotions and behaviors give etheric forms, burning forever behind the curtain of matter... but they hate us, and I have no doubt about it."
Soshiyan stared at the person in front of him. After being stripped of the power armor, the one who appeared in front of him was a body that was tall but slightly thinner than Astart.
Kayan maintained the standard amber skin of the Tizka people, with almost no scars visible, but there were some faint scratches on the shaved head, which seemed to be made out by slender claws.
Over the years, Soshiyang has also seen many Chaos Space Marines. Without exception, they are either bloody or violent, crazy and chaotic, with almost always a desire to kill or destroy, or an invisible gloom and deceit on their faces.
But the person in front of him is very unique. If you have to describe it, Kayang's temperament is closer to a melancholy and haggard poet. His calm face has a heavy bookish spirit. If you ignore his superhuman body shape, you will be a standard scholar.
Soshiyan would also compare it with Talos, but the result was that the temperaments of the two were completely different.
Talos is more like a crazy poet with a suicidal tendency, and under the surface melancholy, he cannot hide his cruel nature as a killer.
In a sense, Kayang is the most peaceful Chaos Space Marine Soshiyan has ever seen.
"It seems that you have a deep study of the evil gods in the subspace."
"In the long time before joining the Black Legion, I was wandering around and searching for all kinds of knowledge. This is our instinct as a thousand sons."
"Then you keep going."
"Some believe that they have no mind or purpose, nor do they hate us-they cannot hate, nor love, and so on... Others think they are generous, even kind, but those who deal with them must understand their desires, and their gifts, even the most cursing, must see the power contained in it... Some people regard them as distant and dazzling beings, and love them in the secret beliefs they are familiar with, believing that the gods see the potential we have, and we must shed their blood and sweat to fight and strive to realize their potential... Only Azek believes that they are existences that can be defeated and surpassed--rational, irrational, and so on."
"I thought you all were fanatical about the evil gods."
"Some, even a large part, but not all... They laugh at our dreams, laugh at our ambitions, fight with our gods and gods just to enslave us, even if they know they need us... They need strong people for their own purposes, so they upgrade us and give us a lot to achieve our goals... And when we resist their illusions, they will abandon and destroy us, which is far from simple malice - maliciousness is often derived from intuition and very rough, even wild beasts can understand, not... This is resentment, it requires perception, emotion, and the ability of hatred and anger."
"Since you think the evil god is manipulating everything, what is the difference between Abaddon now and Horus? He will also fail if he is favored by the evil god."
"No, you are wrong, they never favored him... The gods left the strongest hatred to Abaddon, oh... It is hard to imagine how despise them. They eagerly wanted to get him, and even fought each other, just to seduce his soul wrapped in iron armor and seize the great glory that played with him in their palms... The gods hatred for Abaddon is like parasitic or obsessed, and the resentment that arises further breeds them. If there is no Abaddon, then no one has the hope of victory, and if he only chooses one god, the war of chaos will soon end."
"As far as you are concerned, you don't seem to be optimistic about the great raider Abaddon."
"Prefer? A perfunctory word, he does not fight for the gods who still hate him, although he needs it, and has no interest in the war between the gods. Abaddon fights only for himself, for his ambition, for his brothers who come with him... He fights for those legions abandoned by the emperor, he pays attention to the empire we built with blood and sweat and swords and guns, and wants to take it back... He only wants to return to the false emperor who gave us life, and watch the false emperor flowing blood for his entire failure, he only wants to continue the failed career of his father, the union of the cursed, and the wrong fates that happened to all of us."
In the darkness, Soshiyang sneered with contempt...
"Traitors are traitors. Don't mention the so-called brotherhood. Those things were torn apart by you long ago in the Great Rebellion. How much blood from relatives has been stained on Abaddon's hands, I'm afraid he can't count them himself, right?"
"Do you think he's hypocritical?"
"certainly."
"Yes, and this is the source of all the despise of the gods... They beg him, beg him, betray him in contempt, and then had to climb back and hope that he could change his mind and kneel down at them! However, power always belongs to Abaddon, and the gods will never forgive this, and Abaddon's greatest advantage is also his deepest flaw... Because he will never surrender to the gods, and the gods will always betray him, making his ultimate triumph unattainable! Some say that Abaddon's fate is a snake with a tail, a giant snake trying to devour his tail, just as the gods pursue a surrender that he will never give, and what he pursues is a victory that will never come."
"What does it have to do with the questions I asked?"
"So, this is the truth. The history of the Black Legion is written by blood, and most of it is our own blood... Even if we can easily despise the betrayal and cowardice of the dying sons of Horus, their rebirth of strength and resistance will probably be even more disgusting. In short, we are refusing to perish! Oh, because of this, our blood relatives hate us a lot. They rush to hunt us in the eyes of fear, just because of our two major crimes: living and fighting for our own destiny."
After hearing these words, Soshiyang spat directly on the ground.
"Two major crimes? Bah! In my eyes, your two major crimes are: betrayal of humanity and betrayal of the emperor - but either one is enough to clean up the glory you once had, and to engrave a permanent brand of shame in the souls of each of your chaotic lackeys! The betrayer is not worthy of defending himself, and he will pay his blood debts and blood."