The Last Council

+Silence+
Horus froze, his limbs locked fast within his armour. He shuddered uncontrollably, pressure building in his msucles as
he fought against it. Slowly, Malcador stood, holding the primarch in place with the power of his mind,and nothing more.
The Khan sprang towards the center of the room.'Lord Regent,' he urged, holding out his open hands.'You must release him.
Please. He speaks from grief, and the shame we all share.' The air between them thrummed with invisible energy. Malcador
could still see that hateful, defiant pride shining through, in Horus' palsied gaze.'You are not ready for the future you
crave,' he hissed.'None of you are.' He forced Horus onto his knees.'Mal...' the stricken primarch choked.'M-Mal...al...'
The Sigillite's face twisted into a vengeful rictus. He felt the old, familiar rage beginning to stir, deep in his undying
soul.'Enough. You will be silent, or I will unmake you, here and now.' Horus' windpipe closed with a sickly crackle. His
right eye bloomed red as a blood vessel burst in the sclera. But still he would not relent. So defiant. So...So...ungrateful..
Alpharius took an uncertain step back.'Stop, Lord Regent. Stop. You will kill him.' Tiny, crawling motes of light began to
creep in at the edges of Malcador's vision. He could feel heat building within his ancient bones, stinging at the meat of his
flesh. The stench of burning hair rose in his nostrils.'Sigillite!'bellowed the Khan.
And in an instant, it was over.
Malcador released Horus. The primarch crashed to the tiled floor, convulsing, almost gagging on rough lungfuls or air