Heart
Muse had made it to the planet. They looked at the reports once more and reminisced on how they got it. __
After staying with Anvil and Ferra for a while, they were made aware of what’s been going on while Muse was away.
There wasn’t much they could do there, they couldn’t be seen by the Iron Hands, they’d wrongfully assume Muse was a traitor and try and gun them down.
So, Muse decided to leave and do something. They left one night, with some reports and logs on whereabouts of some of the forces of chaos.
Ferra, of course caught them. After some explaining and convincing, she let them go. __
Muse adjusted their wide brimmed fedora. What? Just because they aren’t with Fulgrima anymore doesn’t mean they lost their class.
Screams got their attention. Muse turned their head to the little town. Grotesque sickly undead creatures were beginning to lay waste to the town.
They watched as people ran out of their homes and many were cut down by the creatures of Nurgle.
Muse could not stand idly by. They had done that for millennia, and they refused to do so anymore. Drawing their power saber, they dashed into the town.
Muse cut through the plague bearers like they were wet tissue paper. Say what you will of Fulgrima, the weapon she made them and the lessons she drilled into their head aided them well.
Muse’s status as the ‘Perfect NewMan’ wasn’t just for show. Say what you will about Fabius as well, he knew what he was doing on the operating table.
All of Muse was superhuman at this point. A fact proven true as Muse tore through a few of their former sons in order to escape the Pride of The Emperor with their bare hands.
Muse could hear the roar of a ship. This was either good or bad, but that would have to wait. Saving the people was the top priority. Then, Muse heard and saw something that filled them with dread.
A Deathguard, squeezing itself into a doorway as a young child told her mother, “The Space Marine is here to save us!”
“NOOOOOO!” Muse screamed, they knew they wouldn’t make it in time.
However.
CROOON!!
The Deathguard was forced out of the house, a massive chunk of its armor shattered.
Before Muse could say anything, an armored figure leaped out of the doorway and obliterated the deathguard’s head.
The figure and Muse locked gazes. Muse didn’t know why, but they felt a form of familiarity with them.
But Muse was taken out of their, well, musing, by the armored figure hurling their hammer near Muse’s head.
Muse had no time to react and braced for impact.
CRUNCH
Only for the hammer to miss their head and take the head off a Deathguard that was behind them.
Muse looked back at the figure, the figure was gone. “On your guard. We will talk later.” The figure was behind them, hammer in hand, their voice distorted by their helmet.
The figure was right too, the hoards of Nurgle were approaching swiftly with the Deathguard. Muse readied themself, let’s see what this new body can do. __
Muse and the armored figure fought side by side, back to back, as the boards approached. Muse swiftly and elegantly cut through masses of rotting flesh and metal with excellent form, while the figure crushed a d tore through the wriggling masses with enough brutality to make Khorne whoop and holler in glee.
Finally, with the hoard whittled down, the hiss of heavy flamers filled the air. The Salamanders had arrived. One of which charged straight into the house.
As the Salamanders secured the area, the armored figure turned to Muse.
“Where is Fulgrima?” Muse blinked and thought about it, but then answered honestly.
“I-I don’t know…and I don’t care anymore.” They said sadly.
The armored figure offered a sympathetic hum, before hooking their hammer onto their belt.
The armored figure took off their helmet to reveal a young man with alabaster skin, brown hair, and vibrant purple eyes.
“Muse, it’s been a while.” His voice no longer distorted by his helmet.
Muse stared at him in disbelief. “Wyrmheart?”
Wyrmheart smiled back at their astonished face.
(As always, let me know what you think. After making that Wyrmheart headcanon, I’ve been wanting to write more of him.)