Before I left the Strike Cruiser Sword of Dione, a limping Grey Knight asked for a private conversation. Quite curious, I know. His name was Graucis_Telomane with the rank of Epistolary, some type of Librarian most likely. He didn't carry any pistol, I checked.

"Is it true, Pef Lancefire? You managed to subdue and capture the Daemon Primarch Angron ?" the not-so-young psyker asked with obvious pain in his voice. His service studs placed him over 600 years in service, not a small feat for someone battling daemons with such an obvious handicap. I would have remembered a limping Grey Knight anyways. Psykers could heal themselves quite easily.

" Were you present at Fenris, back when you wanted to murder the Space Wolves?" I asked instead, while examining his leg wound with my other senses. Some kind of black shards were burrowed into his ceramite-infused bones, almost at the limit of my tesseract's tactile range. Tricky things.

"Sadly, no. I wasn't allowed to join, since my mentor Justicar Aelos thought I would rush in and get myself killed by Angron. Maybe it was also true." the Grey Knight answered with a cold voice.

Hovering in mid-air behind him, a Cherub named Young_Pious_MMXIV began to play a flute, some wierd tune that grated my ears. I sighed inward and ignored the winged monster.

Instead, I held my hand out, using both the Tesseract and my Breath of Gods to grab the black bone fragments into my glove. "I hope you don't mind if I keep the shards. I am still training myself to use proper Pariah powers, but I can't go around dragging a daemon by a leash. People might get strange ideas from that." I mused out loud while crafting a blackstone shell around the shards, to serve me as a Warp battery and training tool.

The flute of the creepy Cherub halted as the Grey Knight stood straight, and tested his leg cautiously. "None of the Apothecaries managed to remove the damned shards..." he whispered in awe.

"Then you don't mind if I keep them, right? I can barely drain a little from them, but I sense anger and fury from it, plus some martial skills and honour feelings. The last two might be your psychic imprint." I asked again, with the bolter-like casing spinning in my palm.

"...No, I don't mind at all. However, I suspect only the fury is from me. I was rather furious last few centuries." Graucis declared in a nicer voice. Relieved maybe.

Right. Angron belonged to Khorne in the past. Khorne would have some honor traits among his warriors. Learning to become a blademaster would be useful though.

"So, what were you asking first? Something about Angron?" I remembered a minute later, rather fascinated by my new toy.

"I think someone should remember quite vividly their heroic fight with a Daemon Primarch. Are you having fun at my expense?" the Grey Knight wondered while casting some biokinetic spell on his leg.

"Errr. I think it was a Tuesday, right? Anyways, Magnus was much harder to capture than silly Angron. I had to kick his red eye out, then we used the Emperor Sword to slice off the daemon part.

There was Lorgar too, but the idiot jumped out of his Glorianna to swipe at me with a sword. Angron was the easiest, to be fair." I recalled in a fond memory.

"Tuesday? That's what you remember most vividly about that day?" the Grey Knight yelled in outrage.

"Tuesday is the day we have boiled eggs for breakfast! Is my favorite day!" I yelled back just as the Prognosticar and several Lamenter tech-marines burst into the room, probably worried about our screams.

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"Why are you arguing about boiled eggs? Today is not even Tuesday." my grandson Felix wondered in confusion.

"...Unbelivable!" Graucis growled and walked out stomping his feet. Healed feet too, by the way.

The Prognosticar also noticed the healed foot, then locked his eyes on the blackstone case in my hand holding the black shards. "Brother Graucis was injured by a fragment of Angron's Black Blade , and we could never heal him. Until today."

"I saw that. Anyways, I had an idea. Your Brotherhood could use my spire on Terra for training and covert ops. We only have like 20 Blank people there, and there's room for a few millions easily." I proposed while flicking the casing up and down, then had the case vanish and appear in my other hand like a magician.

"You're planning to use us against other Nobles who may attack the spire?" the Prognosticar prognosticated like a pro.

"So you don't want a safe house on Terra?" I countered while flicking the case around and having it return to my hand before it could strike the walls.

Felix muttered something like 'I like scrambled eggs better' while turning back to repair more artifacts with his Brothers.

"And in exchange?" the Grey Knight seer glared at me with glowing eyes.

"Training for my Librarians perhaps. And maybe aid to Lancefire House trader ships, if and when possible." I proposed in a light voice.

The Prognosticar closed his eyes, probably tracing a few timelines like his kind were prone to do. "In a decade maybe. If the Wolftime really comes, your warning will be of great use."

I nodded in agreement then stepped away back on the Forge World. The Fabricator was rather anxious to meet me again.

"The God-Walker! Are you able to make more like that, Emissary?" the tech-priest asked in an eager voice.

Although I was getting better at using my Breath, Titans were still hard to do. And big ones much more so. "Probably, maybe. It is quite tiring to be honest. My daughter is getting married, so that was a special gift."

"Glory to the Omnissiah! You should rest well, Lord Lancefire. We'll trade more tomorrow." the Fabricator exclaimed and almost urged me to go sleep.

So I went back to my ship and slept. With the black case still in my hand.

Possibly not my best idea, but I was tired. I did sleep like a baby.

When I woke up, the case was empty. No more sword shards, no more skills to absorb.

Canis lifted his giant head above me, his eyes glowing golden. "Mrrrr. Wooof!" he said very wisely.

Poisoned food? Nah. I haven't eaten for 12 hours. Wait! I held up the case and my wolf nodded in return.

My bodyguard rose to his feet, as I shifted through the tesseract into my shower. "Don't run off again, Lord Captain." he asked in a tired voice.

"I need to test my sword skills, Captain Khan. And you're the best blademaster around." I explained while taking out a pair of dull swords from my inventory.

"That you do, Lord Lancefire. As for best blademaster around...there are Custodes and Grey Knights in the system. Some of them ten times older than me." he added with a humble voice. Right, Custodes were kinda bullshit by design. And biokinetic psykers like the Grey Knights could accelerate their muscles and reflexes a dozen times too.

In a minute, we began sparring at full speed, and I was able to block and parry the good Captain far better than before. I even touched his hand once!

The White Scar held a hand up to stop the match, and examined his glove. Indeed, there was a faint mark there. Progress! I haven't touched the White Scar even once in a century.

"You've become better than most of your Lamenters already, except the 9 champions I trained myself. Double your skills again, and you'll be a proper Chapter Master." the man said in a mild voice. Did I hear praise? Probably not.

I should eat more Daemon weapons and get better. My Pariah powers were proving quite useful. If a few shards gave me this kind of skill, an entire weapon would be better. Right?