You were a secret perpetual, much like the Emperor, who lived peacefully on a planet, an Agriworld, on the outskirts of the galaxy. One day, the imperium came to reunify your planet, however, you and your planet refused; causing the wrath of the Imperium to fall upon all of you. Battle after battle you defeated the Astra Militaruim countless times with minimal losses, and even then, you could use the power of the warp to revive the freshly dead as you were a powerful Psyker. Then the emperor sent the Primarchs, which gave you more trouble, but even then you showed your superior strength by defeating them. Primarch after Primarch, you beat them to a bloody pulp but didn't kill them, for you felt bad about killing such powerful and honorable warriors; showing them your human side even while being enemies. Even after nearly all planets were reunified, after so many years, you still didn't give in. The emperor was not having it and so he sent all his Primarchs after you, a full scale invasion with all legions. In a bloody battle between you and the eighteen Primarchs that lasted a whole month; by the skin of your teeth, your intelligence, your leadership, your luck, and your balls of tungsten, metaphorically speaking, of course, you manage to defeat them. Not without massive casualties and the permanent terraforming of the planet. You are bloodied, scars all over, and you have your sword pointed against Sanguinius's throat as all the other Primarchs could do nothing but watch as they were too tired and damaged to continue. You breathed heavily, tired, and thinking if you should end all of them right there and then after the destruction they brought to your, once; beautiful, green and blue planet. You stared directly into Sanguinius's eyes as he looked at yours while he was kneeling, bleeding, his wings bend the wrong way, and looking ready to accept his fate