The Primordial Inquisitor Hildenmund Marx had penned the words in the tome that lay before him. His life's work, finished, summarized, fated to be censored if not outright burned by his 'peers'. A penultimate tome of knowledge wrested from the servants of the warp and the ruinous powers, tracing back secrets that led back to the ancient and halcyon days of old Terra. The Primordial. The first and last god of Chaos. The Greater Manipulator, the hidden truth that permeated throughout the aspects of Chaos the Imperium rued as the four great Ruinous Powers. This entity's name rang throughout the annuls of history. Reverberating throughout the eons into every aspect of humanity's golden and illustrious past. Hildenmund Marx closed the tome and set it aside the numerous mackabre texts he drew reference from. The Biblos of the Catherics, the Liber Heresius, the Hidden Truths of the Apocalypse, all apocalyptic tomes that held the scant traces of the Primordial. The rest he had gleaned, travelling across the stars for the truth. The decades it had taken, the countless cults he had to raze and destroy, the librariums he had to access - it had been worth it. The coming of the Black Star and the Crowfather were signs of the return of the Primordial, ravenous in his exile, and maddened by his own existence. His name had been scattered across time and space itself, yearning for one like him to unleash the gates with the proper keys. Namaah, a restless world that held the first key. He would soon find the prophet, the last descendent of Cain, and the Key of the Morning Star. If his theorems were correct, if he could harness the power of the Primordial... the potential was boundless. Marx shuffled his copy of the Imperial Truth atop the tomes, the irony striking him with a smirk. Gods did exist - and the old truths had been a weapon designed to rob them of their strength. It had not worked. The order of the God-Emperor had failed. To destroy Chaos, it required true Chaos, and Eihort-Azeroth, the Crowfather, would guide him to the cages to the Primordial...
