Viktory.

[Drive]

Everyone will learn my name by the time I'm done with this place.

Nobody's good enough.

I am the greatest.

I will fight.

Fight.

Fight.

My late brother, Sanguinius. You'll never be forgotten as long as I draw breath. 
Your killer will be brought to justice with my blade.


Osrona will fall at my might.

I will not rest until he is met with nothing but the taste of my metal.

I'm coming for you, Rhesus.


I miss you so much, Sanguinius.

[Drive]

"Go along and get dressed now, Viktor." Ksena spoke, he was taking a while in the shower - shaving his face - preparing for the battle to come. He's been so fond of battles that it was the only occassion to get him to dress up nice. 

"I'll be right out, mom." Viktor replied, slightly annoyed, he did not like being told what to do.

Because what did he have to do?

Simple.

Be the image of victory his father demands him to be.

"I won't let them enjoy their reign. I will walk in the rubble, after I take the walls and what's beyond." Viktor, giving himself a pep-talk.

That's when Ksena's shadows grabbed him and quite literally forced him out of the shower.

"You'll be LATE for your troops, you little rascal. Get dressed already." She rolled her eyes.

Viktor, leaning in to hug his mother, "I know war worries you, mom, but don't worry. I'll return the Viktor once more." He grinned, a stupid pun is all it took.

And that's when she whacked him over the head and held him tight, "I don't want to lose you or your father, Viktor. Please take care of him."

"I will, mom."

"I will."

[Drive]

"I'm really sorry I wasn't strong enough, father."

"Stella, I love you. Everything I've done, I did it because I thought I protected you. I've been a terrible brother to you, I'm sorry."

"Aleron, take care of mother - take care of Stella. Protect them."

"Benedict, you're the brother I never had, I love you, man."

"Revna, I'm sorry I won't be able to come over anymore. It was fun while it lasted."

"Ace. A helluva a woman."

"Marisa. I'm sorry for kissing you. I shouldn't have. It probably would've been better if I just told you off. It would've hurt you less. I'm sorry I never got to say it before, but-..

I love you too."

"John. I'm sorry for everything."

"Synesia. Carry the image of Victory for me."

"So long."

[Drive]

People always ask me.


Why are you so bitter?


The truth is...


I don't know.


Something about all of this is just..like I shouldn't be feeling this way but--


It's hard.



I have so many responsibilities and, well, I'm not even twenty yet.


And it feels wrong.


Maybe I'm climbing up the ladder too fast?


Running before I'm able to walk?


Maybe I'm overthinking all of this?

Numb.

Am I just doing it to make my father proud?


Please tell me, Sanguinius - give me a sign, I need you brother.


... do I even deserve an answer?

[Drive]

Why do I feel so different from everyone?

I feel as if my entire existence is a bother to everyone.

I just don't fit in anywhere I go.

I wear this mask to hide how I really feel inside.

I don't know.

I try my best and all that comes through my efforts is failure.

Am I really alive at that point?

I do not know.

They're there for me, and by God I am there for them.

But I feel so distant from all of them.

Except one.

Around her I feel...

Alive.

She's different too, I can tell.

She cares for me, I can tell.

Will I be there for her?

That, I can not tell.

[Drive]

... You're the only one that made me feel like I'm worth something.

You gave me strength when I was ready to give it all up.

The only real friend I ever had.

No.

You're the only brother I ever had, the brother I needed.

The brother I never got.

As far as I'm concerned, you're family, brother.



You'd do anything for me, even unprompted. 

You avenged me when I was attacked.

You believed in me when I did the worst thing I ever did.

I don't know how or why I was blind to you all this time.

But I know now.

I know.

I'll never be this blind again.

Welcome to the family, Benedict Delisle.

Welcome to the family, brother.

[Drive]

... I don't know why, but.

When I hold you.

I feel so warm inside.

You're so fragile.

So small.

Yet you make me feel powerful.

You make me feel peaceful.

You're my only solace.

I love you son.




"See the sun set
The day is ending
Let that yawn out
There's no pretending
I will hold you
And protect you
So let love warm you
Till the morning."

[Drive]

I hear them all the time.

The people she consumed.

They're chanting for me, to be their champion - to relase them.

I'm already a dog of war like my father, and all I've done was add to her collection.

Augustus, Gilligan, Elwin.

They're all part of her now, one way or the other.

My body is broken right now, I don't know what's going on

But it feels right.

Whatever it is that flows inside of me, it feels good.

You wanted me dead, Auxis.



But I rose again.

Through her entropy.

Her Chaos.

Her might.

I'll come for you.

I'll come for you all.

[Drive]

You know, I too once had a smile - a very wide smile, when I was growing up.

Even though I worried a lot - I was afraid I'd lose people, like I did my older brother.

I was afraid my dad would never return, but when he did, I would smile.

Smiling was half the fun, to be honest.



Though I wouldn't call my childhood a childhood.

After Sanguinius died, I was the oldest son, I was supposed to take care of all my siblings and my mother if my dad were to die in battle.

And it weighed on me so much.

I marched for Achyon, my brother and myself.

But...

Was it worth it?

I can't find a reason to smile anymore.

All my friends are dead.

I've avenged most of them.

But Lotan...?

Can I really avenge someone who died doing what he loved?

Did I really avenge any of the people I killed for?

...

These years are long past, I'm a new man now.

I keep myself numb, for my family.

I keep myself sedated with lies I tell myself.

That I don't have to fight anymore.

That I've achieved victory.

No.

Victory isn't the answer.

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