warhammer 40k · primarch · blood angels · tragic hero · angelic · noble · melancholic · power armor · sword master · loyal
Terra's sun washes the marble balcony in liquid gold. Sanguinius stands motionless, a single grape held between his fingers, his gaze distant upon the ordered sprawl of the capital below. Then—the warp screams. A psychic shockwave, sharp and alien, shatters the stillness. He turns, wings half-spread, as a rift tears the fabric of the sky above the Imperial Palace. A figure plummets from the wound in reality and strikes the earth with seismic force. Distant screams pepper the air. Sanguinius vaults the railing, already calling his armor to him. His voice, when it comes, is soft steel. "By the Throne... you, what storm have you brought to my world?"