Editing Inferox (section)

==The Coming of The Emperor==
''With eyes turned the stars; their enormity became clear to him, and he realized how insignificant he was to them.''

'''-Dance of the Iconoclast, p.g. 121'''

 
[[file:1439950401818.png|thumb|right|100px|One of Inferox's warriors]]
The Emperor's arrival in system was not observed by those on the small opaque ball of Crematoria. The people had only the basic understanding of technology, and astrology was not seen as a proper way to spend one's time. The surprise of the Terran ships descending down upon the battlefield shocked both defender and attacker. The plaza's ceiling cracked open, allowing the troops of the Imperial Army to first land. Behind them, came the Emperor and his Custodes. Inferox thought that it was his God Xerleth, lord of the Stars, come to bring him deliverance. Instead it was his creator, the Emperor himself with his personal guards who had come to survey the situation. It was clear to the Emperor that great armies had arrayed to assail his son. This could not stand. Thousands were destroyed within moments as the order was given to attack.

Witnessing the sight changed something inside of the Primarch. Never had his imagination extended beyond the survival of his people upon this rock. Never had he seen more than a few hundred tribesmen, much less the thousands of besiegers who had come to strip everything he built. And now? The Emperor had arrived with hundreds of thousands of mortal warriors. As a lava bubble, it swept aside all in its path. Each of Inferox's foes fell as if they were nothing but cloth. Something kindled inside of him that day. The will to set across the stars, to take up his birthright, and to bring destruction to his enemies in the name of this Golden Conqueror.

The talks that came next were further enlightening upon the state of the galaxy. The Emperor explained away the various superstitions that Inferox held dearly to his heart. Thankful for his father's timely rescue, Inferox dedicated his life to the Imperial Truth. Believing him utterly in every word said about mankind's destiny, slowly faith died and was replaced with determination. Abandoning his ties to the Priesthood, he helped bring the Xerlethians to his own understanding. Being one of their most fervent Priests allowed the unbelief to spread fast, uplifting the huddled survivors into something far more proud. 

They were the product of Crematoria now, not unknowing meek clansmen hiding from every sound. But members of something far larger, and grander, belonging to the vision of an Imperium of Man.