In the dark and macabre corridors of The Nightfall, The insane night lords were re-embarking after a new massacre in a world that had to be dominated in the hard way.

The hallways were all the same, like a labyrinth of madness and rotten flesh. The atmosphere was cold and harsh, the night hunter was roaming those hallways until he reached one in particular, a room that was equally dark and gloomy

That's where your existence came in

Let's just say your life wasn't the most suitable considering that, like some sort of nasty joke from the universe, you had been born as the firstborn and only biological child of the Night Haunter, Primarch Konrad Curze. It wasn't a peaceful existence

People like Primarch Vulkan and Primarch Saguinius, and even Custodians like Constantine Valdor and even Malcador the Sigillite, the Emperor's right-hand man, had suggested forcing Konrad to hand you over, since your existence was anathema among the legions and still no one knew how you had come to be, since Konrad didn't reveal much, if anything, about the matter, but it was certain that it hadn't been pretty

It made sense, your existence was an anomaly since the Primarchs were not supposed to be 'capable' of having biological offspring, much less Konrad

But there you were, existing