AD-B on Abaddon

[The Nephilim]

I hadn't seen this yet and wanted to share. From AD-B's blog.

https://aarondembskibowden.wordpress.com/2013/08/22/lets-talk-about-abaddon/

 

"Horus was weak. Horus was a fool."

 

It sums up Abaddon. Horus allowed himself to be used by Chaos – Horus is the Chaos Powers’ dupe to get back at the Emperor. Abaddon will never let this happen. He will never allow himself to be a Pawn of Chaos. Simply surviving without choosing one as a patron is a massive achievement. Never succumbing to the temptation of becoming a daemon prince is a second. Seriously, Abaddon is so driven he’d rather battle and scrape and bite and claw his way up to achieve his goals on his own terms than achieve immortality and virtually limitless power, because the alternative is to open the slightest chink in his independence that the Chaos Gods will exploit.

 

If Horus was the vessel that all of the Gods poured their power into (right up until they abandoned him at the end), then Abbadon has become the vessel that the gods want to have for themselves but haven’t been able to claim. They’ve all offered him a chance to be their regent, to rule in their name, and he has turned them all down, playing them off each other. He is the New Emperor in a way that Horus never was or would have been. Abaddon has, through sheer force of will and dominance, made himself more than a pawn, he has made himself kingmaker. If he were to choose one god to serve, if he dedicated the Black Legion to a single power in his name, that God would crush his rivals almost to the point of victory.

 

Almost.

 

Because Chaos can never win against itself, of course, and Abaddon has seen the truth of this. He knows that Chaos is a process, a state, not a goal, and the moment anyone surrenders to the journey and forgets the destination is the moment their worldly ambitions are forgotten and their spirit becomes simply a part of the Chaos Powers. Abaddon is utterly relentless in his pursuit of what he wants – whatever that may actually be. Revenge on the Emperor? Too petty. Vengeance for Horus? Too sentimental. Power? Yes. What kind of power? Mortal power. He could have all the immortal power he can handle if he but asks for it, but that is not what drives him. He sees the Primarchs disappear, fade, die or simply not care anymore and he understands that only a man can really rule other men. Abaddon doesn’t want to destroy the Imperium, he wants to succeed where Horus failed. He wants to be Emperor and have Mankind bow beneath his rule.

 

His rule, not the rule of the Chaos gods.

 

Abaddon has not failed because he is wilful or incompetent. He has mustered the greatest armies since the Heresy and unleashed them upon the material universe. He has amassed power and influence within the Eye of Terror greater than any primarch. He has done this through feat of arms and personality, but the one thing he can never truly do, because it is anathema to Chaos, is truly unite the ruinous powers. They can only come together in dominance, not subservience. Whenever Abaddon has been on the brink of victory his backers break ranks, seeking to gain some last-minute short-term advantage.

 

Ultimately, a win for Abaddon is a loss for Chaos. If he becomes Emperor he has everything he desires and they can hold nothing over him. And so they continue to dangle the carrot, continue to be his patrons, giving him daemonic power and servants, ordering their mortal representatives to debase themselves and serve his will, all in the hope of snatching the final victory of Abaddon for themselves.

 

It is the Office Politics of Hell. Literally… One of the beliefs surrounding Satan in many Christian theologies is that his defiance of God was his refusal to bow to Man when they were created. In refusing to submit to the rule of mortals, Abaddon carries this analogy perfectly – the Legiones Astartes were created by a god and were never meant to be corralled and curtailed by purely mortal ambitions. As Angels they have a higher purpose – and once had a higher regard in the eyes of their creator, who shunned them.

 

Quite how much of this Abaddon realises when Horus fails and how much he learns over the next ten thousand years (or three days, depending on warp time) is narratively elastic…

 

Bearing in mind the warp/ real interface, being the bearer of the Mark of Chaos Ascendant is not just having a shiny star of Chaos imprinted in one’s forehead. It is, when the Chaos gods are bestowing their blessing/ energy, to be the centre of a blazing star, to be surrounded by a coil of ever-replenshing Chaos energy, heralded by choirs of daemons of all powers, suffused with the essence of the four great Chaos Gods. To each worshipper and follower he appears different (much like the Emperor…). He is a schemer, a warrior, a self-centred iconoclast and a survivor.

 

But there are the times, after the effort, the glory, of being the conduit of so much power, when he teeters on the precipice of doubt, madness and physical corruption. He stands between mortals and immortals, his ambitions far beyond the understanding of the first, yet incomprehensibly alien to the second; constantly he is failed by the inherent weaknesses of both.

 

His enemies circle, material and immaterial, sensing potential weakness. His allies start to disappear. For a while the Chaos Powers are disinterested, choosing to split, becoming self-serving once more, raising up their champions, sometimes alone, sometimes together, hoping that these mortals will rival Abaddon. Yet they never do.

 

And he wonders if it is vanity. He wonders if he is deserving. He wonders if what he wants is possible.

 

And then the Powers come back, trying once more to win him to their cause, taunting, threatening, cajoling and coercing Abaddon to become theirs and theirs alone. And he listens, and he wonders. And always, from somewhere deep in his soul, from the darkest yet strongest place in his mind, the answer comes back, hesitant but growing louder with every beat of his twin hearts.

 

Yes.

 

Yes, one day it will all be yours.

 

And he starts the struggle again. The Long War continues.

[Scribe]

Yeah that was pre-Talon, if I remember served as inspiration for it from the fluff vault that GW maintains.

[The Nephilim]

Yeah. I thought it was pretty interesting. I've not gotten to read Talon yet.

[Kol Saresk]

Yeah that was pre-Talon, if I remember served as inspiration for it from the fluff vault that GW maintains.

Yeah, if I remember his response on these forums properly, this was the culmination of the various views of the authors, editors, etc combined with all of the background lore he could get his hands on combined into one single piece.

 

Could be wrong though.

[Sception]

This bit is kind of old, and predates some of the changes to Abaddon's fluff, as well as that of his Black Crusades.  This kind of goes with the old fluff where they were a dozen separate strikes at the imperium that all failed as chaos turned to infighting on the brink of victory.  The new fluff still has an element of that - the power & unity of chaos ebbs and flows, but the revised version of Abaddon understands and rides that flow like a wave, using chaos when it is strong to achieve a series of smaller goals, then retreating to consolidate power within the eye as that temporary unity breaks apart.  The result is a series of progressively greater victories (with one or two exceptions - after all, every faction and commander has a 'that time I was embarrassed by a bunch of orks' story) in a carefully planned and executed campaign, rather than the series of almost-victories that always turn to failure at the last minute implied/described by the above.

 

But a lot of what's here still stands - the incredible effort and ungodly will that goes into maintaining his place as warmaster amid the focused attention of four malevolent gods, the supernatural energy so great that he never looks the same to two different viewers, instead appearing as however their minds can conceptualize an incarnation of the power of chaos itself, the gods who would all rather raise their own champions, but always find them lacking by comparison, etc.