To return to my rewrite of the Primarchs, I was thinking of making Fulgrim a woman as well. I'm not sure what a good female equivalent of that name might be, Fulia perhaps. Well, it doesn't have to be the same name, but for now I'll just call her Fulia.
Fulia was born on the heavy industrial world of Chemos, a world covered in vast factories on the surface and mines beneath, with smug and air waste blotting out the sun and stars. You see, Chemos' productivity was highly important to the sector and the overseers who ruled the planet made sure that the population were entirely dedicated to their labors. It was almost a religion on Chemos, there was no pleasure to be had save from the joy of hard work, sex was for procreation, living quarters were as spartan as possible with only sleeping in mind, food was tasteless and totally lacking in variety. There were no songs, music, or art. Books were only technical manuals describing how to better do your job or propaganda about the importance of productivity. Clothing was all uniform, heads were shaved for efficiency and safety.
Her parents, like most citizens of the planet were factory workers, slaving away 80 hours a week or more in the factories, working themselves to an early grave. Like all industrial workers on Chemos, Fulia had pale eyes, pasty white skin, and white hair - an evolutionary adaption in a world where most of the citizens lived and died without ever seeing the light of day. Like other children of Chemos, she was put to work when she was barely more than a toddler, climbing in small passages, cleaning out the inside of machines to cramped for adults. Unlike many of her peers, she managed to avoid an early death from industrial accident or poisoning. She also dreamed of more than just the endless toil that was existence on Chemos, she didn't know what else there was, but she in her heart she knew that there was something wrong about how people on Chemos were living. It soon became apparent that Fulia was no average child, that she was exceptionally bright and intuitive. By the time she was 10, she was able to repair and modify machines in the factories and mines in ways that even veteran engineers couldn't dream of. The overseers knew that this young prodigy would be far more useful to them as a strained technician or scientist than a manual laborer, so they sent for her to be brought up from the factories, taken from her parents, and trained as a scientist.
This event opened up entirely new horizons for Fulia. She got to see how the overseers lived, that their quarters were larger, how they had a variety of food to eat, that they occasionally got books from off world - books meant not just to inform but to entertain. She heard music for the first time. It was a revelation, she realized what a hell the workers of Chemos were living and how much better their lives might be. Fulia then used her exceptional mental abilities and knowledge to create a resistance among the workers. She told them about music, she sang songs to them, told them stories, brought them books, gave them exotic and tasty foods from off world. She said that they must rise up and demand more, that they must have something to show for their labor, that they must have something to live for. At first, the overseers and their enforcers - known as the Caretakers - were able to use violence and terror to keep the workers in their place. But Fulia had planted a seed in their them that would not die. She was secretly organizing groups of laborers to resist the overseers. One group would stop working, demanding more time off or better living standards, another group would sabotage machinery, while another modified a factory to produce weapons for the coming revolt.
Eventually, Fulia was leading a full scale revolution. The overseers were forced to flee the planet and the workers took control. They began to work not for their overseers but for themselves, taking time off to spend with their families, making a greater variety of food and clothing, writing songs and telling stories. Children were given time to play games and to experience the love of their parents. They were developing a true culture, they were creating lives worth living. Fulia had fundamentally changed the way the people of Chemos viewed life, and for this she became a great hero to them.
Off world, the sector rulers were infuriated at the events on Chemos. Their profits were way down, as was the planet's productivity. They reported these troubles to their superiors and as luck would have it, the Emperor himself was passing near the system with his vast fleet. The Emperor, learning of a revolt on a vitally important industrial world, decided to make a brief stop there to put down the revolution and reestablish order. As he entered the system he could feel the psychic emanations of one of his creations, one of the Primarchs was on that planet. He went down to the planet to find, as he expected, that it was the Primarch who had taken control of the planet. The Emperor made the offer to Fulia that if she came with him and served as one of his generals that she could see the universe and explore in all of its glory, with the added benefit of the revolutionary leaders all receiving an Imperial pardon. It was a deal too good for her to refuse. She left the planet in the hands of her fellow revolutionaries and left with the Emperor.
As Fulia looked down upon her planet from orbit she could see the sun for the first time, beating down upon the clouds of chemicals that enshrouded Chemos, she wept, having never seen such a sight. The universe held far more wonders than she could ever have imagined. There were worlds with vast jungles, majestic waterfalls, people with all different variety of skin colors or facial structures, exotic foods, candy, alcohol, sunsets, art from thousands of different worlds, stories and legends, ornately beautiful architecture, beautiful people of all shapes and sizes, games, poetry, and sexuality. More, and more and more. The universe was such a wondrous place, a place full of so many pleasures, no mortal could enjoy them all even if they lived forever. She wept again, wept for the poor dregs who lived upon Chemos, even freed as they were, they would never experience the universe as she was, nor could most of humanity. She knew that the Emperor was on a great crusade and she knew that she had her part to play. She resolved that she must use this opportunity to to to uplift all of humanity as she had tried to do for the people of Chemos. That pleasure, joy, happiness - these were the things that made life worth living, these were the end goal of all of our struggles - and it was her duty to bring these things to all of humanity.
Soon Fulia began to grow disillusioned with the Emperor. She saw the strict discipline he enforced upon his underlings, the pleasures denied to them. She saw many worlds were life was cheap, where people were forced to work for little or no reward as they had been on Chemos. She saw the Emperor turn a blind eye to this, sometimes even enforcing such policies, supposedly for the benefit of the Imperium. She also saw the Emperor order the destruction of great works of art, forbidding books, banning stories that he thought were dangerous or encouraged dissent, exterminating all manner of exotic alien life for no logical reason. He would strip mine entire planets, turning forest to ash and mountains to rubble. As Fulia began to dislike the Emperor, she drew further away from him and his mission, distracting herself from her disgust with all variety of physical and mental pleasures.
Eventually she was sent on a mission that brought her back to the system of Chemos, so she decided to stop there and visit her friends and family. What she found there horrified her. The old system had been reestablished, even more brutal than before so as to suppress the desire for pleasure and leisure that had risen up under her revolution. Her family and most of her friends were dead, slain by the Caretakers or simply worked to death. She was outraged and slew the new overseers, freeing the planet again from their tyranny. Hatred for the Emperor welled up within her, he had betrayed her, and in serving the Emperor she had betrayed all that she held dear. She resolved to confront the Emperor about this outrage, to spit in his face, perhaps even to slay him. When she next had the opportunity she was stopped by her sister Primarch Aurelia (Lorgar), who seemed to know that something was troubling Fulia. Aurelia, being a woman of great spirituality which many felt comfortable confiding in, was able to tease the truth from Fulia. Aurelia understood Fulia's pain and anger, understood the goals which Fulia sought to achieve and said how noble and pure they were. Aurelia said that beyond the veil of the Warp, lay a realm of pure bliss and sensation, of truly infinite joy. With her sorcery, Aurelia allowed Fulia to gaze into the Warp, to see this true unbridled bliss. When Fulia recovered from the exaltation of this experience, Aurelia spoke to her again, telling her that together they could bring this joy to all of humanity and thwart the Emperor's tyrannical rule, but they must bide their time and use caution. Fulia nodded in agreement.
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