My Life as A Death Guard

“It doesn’t exist. The people here are oppressed by the Xenos, and these Xenos Overlords will never relinquish their enslavement and abuse of humanity.”

“As long as the Xenos exist, humanity will never see true peace, and the liberation I promised will never come.”

And that bastard, that arrogant monster relying on sorcery, that scum who treats us like livestock!

“Necare must be killed! I will personally slay him and bring true liberation to humanity!”

Hades watched as Mortarion was entangled in anger and remorse.

Yes, if not for the man from beyond the stars, the question Hades just asked would never have arisen, and Mortarion would eventually gather his strength and kill his inner demon.

But, Hades knew that man, the Emperor, he would descend.

At that time, the question Hades asked would become significant; it was an inevitable reality.

Just like the original story wrote, He would descend.

He would sit in a lavishly crafted, golden, and technologically advanced human-made vessel.

He would descend on his throne, landing on the broadest and most fertile black soil of Barbarus.

He would walk slowly and dramatically onto this land, and the perpetual poison gas of Barbarus would automatically dissipate around him.

His face was handsome yet indistinct, his stature tall and robust, and his golden armor shimmered with the finest colors imaginable by humans.

Everything on Barbarus paled in comparison to him.

The first Death Guard outpost to discover him would kneel before him, trembling and weeping.

Mortarion, the people you trust, the proud partners you rely on, will willingly submit to him.

Even though you gave everything to these people, even though you promised them your future, even though you eagerly believed in them.

But that man, just by standing there, without even speaking a word.

They submitted. They handed over everything.

After all, he is the Emperor.

After all, they are humans.

He would continue walking, healing the first wounded person he encountered with the most elegant posture imaginable by humans, even if that person’s injury seemed completely untreatable.

He would heal them instantly, and the others would kneel before him, singing praises of the miracle.

They would joyfully lead him into the fortress you painstakingly built, they would invite him to the noblest seat in the meeting hall, and they would gather around him, listening to his tales of distant miracles and ancient dreams.

And you, Mortarion.

You just hurriedly escaped from a failed attack, listening anxiously to your sentinels reporting this miracle from beyond the stars.

You try to make yourself appear less like a defeated dog, gathering your courage to walk into your meeting hall, but at the first sight of him—

You knew you had lost everything.

You were abandoned by your people.

You are a defeated dog.

“I am… your friend, here on Barbarus to find a noble soul,” he added. “To find you.”

“From thousands of worlds away, you have been away from the Empire for too long. My lost kin, it’s time to return to our embrace. I promise you, glory and riches are just around the corner. The dawn of a new era is upon us.”

He wanted you to submit, to leave with him.

How could you possibly go?

Barbarus, the people of Barbarus, this is your everything.

But clearly, this guy has already taken these from you.

Apart from the hatred towards Necare, Mortarion had nothing at this moment.

He saw it too, betting your hatred and future against him.

But in the battle with Necare, you lost.

Lost completely, losing everything.

At that moment, the seeds of betrayal have been sown, waiting to sprout.

The “anchor” locking the past, present, and future has been set.

The One Above All smiled with satisfaction.

Hades looked at Mortarion in front of him, his eyes filled with anger towards his foster father Necare, but also mixed with hope and determination for the liberation of humanity.

How can I change this predetermined fate?

How delightful, today Hades is also striving to improve his speech skills to avoid becoming a Plague Marine.