The home of the First Legion and the seat of all power on Caliban. In the absence of its most high lord and master it was ruled by his Seneschal, Luther. Before it was the seat of The Order, Luther was the leader until he found the young man who would become the mighty Primarch of the First,
Around him were housed the trophies of not just The Orders victories, but the Dark Angels too. Once he had been a normal man, extraordinary perhaps, one of the best Knights of his order and respected for his prowess and love of the human spark, the tenacity that had allowed mankind to thrive on the planet that was both home and death to the people that called Caliban their cradle world.
Luther was a tall well built man, even for a human, when he had come across the almost feral youth in the harsh jungles of Caliban, he saw immediately that he was different, he took him in and the two became fast friends, best friends, brothers. Luther was too old to become a Space Marine, and besides he, as well as the Lion knew that someone like Luther being elevated to the ranks of the Astartes would not bode well. Luther snorted a little, because that turned out so well for Kor Phaeron.
No, he would not become an Astartes, but he became more than human. Lion had persuaded his father to allow his mentor to become somewhere in-between, not enough to become an Astartes but enough to grant Luther the strength and abilities of an Astartes, to enable them to assault the very heavens in the name of the Emperor and the First Legion. What war they had raged and what glories they had won.
Then things changed.
He wasn't sure what had changed or when they changed but they had, and once his brother returned from Terra nothing was the same. The Primarchs altercation with the father of the Iron Warriors had resulted in a recall to the Imperial Palace. What had transpired there Luther could only guess at, but the Lion had returned a changed man. Driven, ambitious and ruthless, more than he had already been. But it had been tempered by his desire to protect Mankind and the people that lived here.
Now it was driven by an almost insane desire to prove to his father, the most powerful man in existence, that he was worthy of whatever apotheosis awaited him when this was all over. He had been returned to Caliban, to oversee the future of the Dark Angels, but more and more, those that expressed caution at this turn of events were returned here. Some saw it as their duty to teach the next generation, others like the two Astartes that were in the room with him saw something more.
Master Zaherial El'Zurias, the master of Librarians here on the Angelicasta and one who had seen the arrival and rise of the Lion within the Order and who had stopped an assassination upon the Emperor of Mankind himself. Although he had met the Emperor, he would not remember it, for he had been a normal mortal then, the sight of such a being would drive them insane. The Emperor had seen something within the young man, a potential and thus Zaherial's “gift” was trained, honed and now he was respected within the First Legion, although his penchant for plain speaking had not garnered him any favours with the Primarch, and hiding an attempt on the life of the Primarch himself at the hands of the Seneschal perhaps did not help.
Despite it being turned into Luther and Zaherial had saved the Lions life, the Primarch had in effect exiled Luther, Zaherial and Zaherial's company to Caliban.
Beside the Librarian, stood the imposing Terran born Chapter Master Merir Astelan, highly decorated and the veteran of many battles before the coming of the Lion and after. Astelan had already seen the rot as he called it begin to set in. His command had been overruled by a Caliban born Commander named Belath, it had become more and more apparent to him that, unlike other Legions where the Terran born sons were treated as equals, the Dark Angels were starting to become more and more exclusively Caliban, it was as if the Primarch did not want reminders of the cradle world and saw no place in his plans for the future of the old guard.
Of course this was never spoken, such words would cause a schism in the ranks, something that no one wanted, and Astelan was almost certain that this was the Primarchs version of the cleansing, not putting those he was certain would not follow him where he could keep an eye on them. In theory, but now he had been away from the Angelicasta for over a year, and Luther was starting to get concerned.
He turned from the window that afforded him a few over the entire monastery and to the forests beyond. There was something stirring on Caliban, something within its ancient plates and it did not feel right. Merir would not truly understand it. Like others from the world of mankind’s birth he would not fathom how Caliban worked. Zaherial, however did, and as he met the steady gaze of the Librarian his concerns were mirrored in eyes.
“Something is wrong,” Luther finally spoke, “There’s a storm coming”
“You think its time?” Zaherial asked.
“We need to do something, we need to protect the Legion but from who or what I have no idea” Luther took his seat a weariness settling upon him.
Sometimes he almost wished he had been allowed to die of natural causes, or in battle against one of the beasts of the jungle, this was not how he wanted to see the universe grow.
“Will you two stop talking mumbo jumbo and tell me what you are going on about in plain speak” Merir snarled.
Zaherial folded his arms across his robes. His bearded features not hiding his handsome face or his bright eyes. His hair tied up into a top knot. “We are going to have to decide whether to follow the direction of the Emperor or, strike out on our own”
“Go against the Emperor?” Astelan sounded taken aback “We are the First, his First, we do as he wills.”
“All well and good, but our Primarch is acting on his own whims and desires” Zaherial shook his head “Any that disagree with him end up here, or...” his voice trailed and he felt Luthers hand on his shoulder, the Seneschal gave him a comforting pat.
“Something I have missed?”
“Nemial disagreed with the Primarch quite vocally and was executed by the Primarch.”
Astelans jaw dropped, a Primarch executing a loyal son? Nemial had always looked up to the Primarch, almost hero worshipped him. The Chapter Master sat himself down and ran his hand down his face.
“My sorrows for your loss brother” He directed it to Zaherial, the closeness of the cousins and their occasional rivalry was well known, a source of great tales within the barracks. “So what do you suggest Seneschal?”
Luther shook his head “We start to make plans, plans that will ensure the integrity of the First Legion, as she was meant to be, not what they want us to be. Even if there are a few of us we will be the First, true to its original calling, not what it will become if we let this charade continue”
“For now Merir, we watch over our brothers, any who show signs of – whatever, this malady is afflicting the Emperor, Primarch's and their Legions – then we isolate them,” Luther regarded his two closest advisor’s “And when the Primarch returns, we will try and free him off this...obsession of his and hopefully find the true Lion El'Jonson, and bring him back to us.”