#Prayer to the Sanguinius

[emperor-church]

О, святой Великий Ангел, моли за нас Императора, даруй мудрость и рассуждение, чтобы отличать добро от зла, чтобы молитвой Императору сокрушать все помыслы диавольские. По Твоему ходатайству да стяжаем ум чистый, ясный, молитвенный, сердце доброе и волю, к Императору обращенную. Oh, holy Great Angel, pray to the Emperor for us, grant wisdom and reasoning to distinguish good from evil, so that by prayer to the Emperor you can crush all the thoughts of the devil. At Your intercession, may we acquire a pure, clear, prayerful mind, a kind heart and a will turned to the Emperor. (Художника найти не удалось)

[wolf-tail]

Since I'm far more comfortable being weird on 40k tumblr than I used to be, I'm gonna say some unhinged things.

Now that you've all been thoroughly warned, I'm thinking about which Primarchs would be the best or worst to deal with if they got pregnant:

Lion-You do not know he is pregnant. He would preffer it that way. He seems crankier, meaner, more reclusive, amd just a bit rounder, but you don't know about it until he winces and slinks off during a meeting, then returns a few hours later with babby in tow. No one is allowed to touch or even look at babby for at least a week.

Guilliman-He's doing pretty ok, but very anxious. Lots of body aches, but you have a hell of a time trying to convince him to ease off the work and rest. You often find him fast asleep on top of his desk. Constantly craving olives. Overall not too bad.

Horus-VERY proud papa-to-be. Constantly showing off his big ol belly and bragging about how knocked up he is. He has a canonical breeding kink, he's wearing every embarrassing maternity t-shirt he can find. Mortifying ordeal, but could be way worse.

Konrad-OH GOD, whoever impregnated this man, answer for your fucking crimes. Anyone who so much as breathes too loud in his vicinity is a skinless splatter on the pavement. Mercifully, he doesn't seem to want to leave his room. Just avoid him as much as possible and you might survive.

Sanguinius-Glowing, positively GLOWING! He's vibrant, elegant, happy, the type of thing people tell you being pregnant is like to try and convince you to have kids. Happy to let anyone rub his tummy. (Would he even give live birth or just lay an egg?) He's eepy, so very sleeby eepy. He just wants to nap. That just serves to make it cuter. The only issue is that in the later weeks he starts going broody. That will not be a fun time.

Fulgrim- Also an idealistic glowing beauty, but probably is a struggling a lot more than he lets on. You just know he's nauseous as hell and his feet hurt like a bitch. Give him a foot rub , he deserves it. Has a bunch of super long baby names picked out, Definitely rearranged the nursery seventeen times at least because it's "not good enough". And the second fact that thing comes out the womb it's dripped tf out. Little fuck is leaving the hospital in a Dior onesie. Fulgrim insists on doing his makeup before leaving the maternity ward, because he refuses to look as worn out as he is. Let this poor man REST.

Ferrus-Oof. I don't know much about him, but he strikes me as the type to have body image issues. Baby has a normal ass name like "John" or smth. When it's born he's scared to hold it with his metal hands, but bub doesn't care, falls right asleep in them.

Perturabo-ABORTION. He has no time for kids. But in the chance he does keep it, he's even more cranky and insufferable than ever. Yells at his own belly bc MiniPerty is kicking him while he's trying to work. Sending u prayers🙏

Dorn-Hmmm, idkkkk. I have not read enough about him. Dorn fans answer this one for me. But from what I do know he'd have a hard time describing as his complicated emotions about it. Would swaddle the Dornling in his grandpa's blanket.

Angron-OH FUCCKKKKKKK. You thought Konrad was bad!? The sad part is, all of the parts of him that want and love the baby are being punished for it by the nails. But can you fucking imagine a pregnant hormonal Angron!? The galaxy shakes in fear. The second sperm met egg, Khorne shifted uncomforably upon the Skull Throne.

Magnus-He's having a great time! Studying every parenting book he can find (TAKE NOTES EMPS!), getting cool belly tattoos, doing mysterious pregnancy rituals, psychically communicating with MiniMagnus once they're developed enough. Has a BIG belly, sometimes hard to maneuver. Probably twins. Sons always happy to give it a lil rub when he walks last. Often found lounging in his tower, lazily talking to bubby while reading, go ahead and give him a back massage.

Mortarion- As much as I think he'd look cute with a baby, I don't think he was ever at any point in his life healthy enough to carry one to term. Isha, fix his uterus, he needs to be a daddy immediately. If he was miraculously to get preggers, he'd definitely be cranky, but not overwhelmingly so. He'd love the kid, but occasionally pat his tummy and gently admonish it for being such a little nuisance.

Corax- Drawing a total blank here. Raven guardies tell me plz. But he might go broody too, goes with the bird theming.

The Khan- Continues riding his bike until he's physically too big to do so. You can't even try to stop him. Little Jag is travelling at Mach Fuck You every day. Labor is 5 seconds long, and as soon as the kid's delivered he's strapping it to his chest and getting right back in the saddle.

Vulkan-Biggest cuddlebug EVER!!! Joyous and glowing, always up for a belly rub. You just know his ass is 8 months pregnant and still in the forge, working on little practice weapons for his lil Salamander. His water will probaby break and he'll beg you to let him quench a sword in his own amniotic fluid (don't, that's gross) Prone to hot flashes, get him a nice cold drink plz.

Lorgar-A baby is joyous blessing! He's insanely happy about it, going on about how his body was "chosen to bring forth a wondrous being". Touching the tum is a religious experience. Gets a new tattoo to celebrate, if he can find the room.

Alpharius/Omegon: You either have no idea which one's pregnant, or they all somehow get pregnant at once. Twins are a guarantee either way.

[moodymisty]

So I had these sitting around for a bit and didn't have any use for them, so i just decided to clean it a bit and then post it. So here, two snippets of a nailsremoved!AU to be balm on the wound of the inevitable tragedy that is Angron. Apologies about any incohesiveness due to it's rough nature. I'm trying to get more confidence in my own writing and posting more of the ideas that I don't spend 80 years on.

Relationships: Angron/Fem!Reader (an AU of my 'stolen historitor' saga)

Warnings: None really apart from typical 40k talk and Angron's general existence

Snippet 1

The only word you can use to possibly describe it, is euphoric.

Never in a million years, in all of your hopes and prayers and desperate pleas, did you ever think it would even be possible. Even he hadn't; Though as with much of his life, he'd accepted his inevitable fate with the same despondent anger as with much else.

You shouldn't be awake, but you can't help but watch him for a moment.

Angron sleeps sitting. Perhaps its a remnant of his time in the gladiator pits. That would make the most logical sense to you, watching as his chin presses against his collarbone. He has one leg bent and one straight out, his left elbow resting on the bent one. He's prepared to fight, even in his sleep. Even his chainaxes are still within reach. You know if you even shifted towards them, they'd be in his hands within the blink of an eye.

But it's still odd to you, not seeing them. The nails were such a poignant, overt part of Angron's silhouette, that their removal has been an adjustment. It feels like a part of him is missing; In an odd sort of way.

You accidentally shift, and he opens his eyes. You smile at him.

He grunts. You snuffle closer to him and lay against his side, content to stay there for the time being. He doesn't remove you, so you assume it's fine.

You’re happy, but it’s bittersweet.

You know that while Angron no longer feels the full punishment of the nails against every other emotion but rage, that portions of the nails that couldn’t be removed; The pieces that replaced parts of his brain will always give him pain. To say that he is cured is laughable as like some sort of sick curse, he can have no relief in his life. A more accurate description would be that they neutered the Butcher’s Nails to give Angron some breathing room.

"Does it still hurt?"

You say softly, feeling his massive hand flop on your hip.

While there is no longer any nails for you to soothe, he does still feel as if your company gives him relief. Perhaps that's just another human emotion he's only just now been able to taste.

“No.”

You don’t know if he says it because it’s true, or he merely mistakes the neutering of pain as full relief it would make sense, given how long he’s lived with the nails; The pain becoming part of him and even its slight removal could feel like it was gone.

He could also just be lying. Though perhaps it would be more accurate to say refusing to show weakness. Someone like him won't simply admit that pain is affecting him. He'll never show his stomach to anyone, now matter how close you may be to him.

He stares at you. Hard. It’s always impossible to tell what he’s thinking until he inevitably says it.

“You worry too much.”

Your lips purse, and Angron grips your face not too hard, but hard enough to make your cheeks empty of air.

"I'm not the only one. I'm just the only one who admits it." The gladiator makes a disgruntled, irritated face and looks away.

Snippet 2

What an odd moment in time, Sanguinius thinks.

To imagine that out of all of his brothers, the one hailing from Nuceria would be the one to change so drastically. And to think they'd almost thought him lost.

Such is the nature of life, he guesses. For things to change so quickly. Even in their long lives it doesn't seem to slow down in the slightest.

Sanguinius looks across the massive room, watching the World Eater's Primarch interact with the only human he's given time of day. A question must've been asked, as they look up to him with a curiosity and Angron glances down to give an amused scoff.

It's barely there, but he sees it. It's just barely noticeable in the slightly softened look in his eyes. But the angel is keen, and catches it. He speaks up to either of the men in his presence, to neither in particular.

"I've never seen that man crack even the smallest smile. And it's been, what, three hundred years?"

Sanguinius' wings are fluffed, comfortable in the presence of two of his closest brothers. They've even seen Konrad smile; Though context proves to be a valuable marker in regards to him in particular. Magnus crosses his arms and looks towards Horus, not having heard him when the two of them exchanged an amused chuckle at Sanguinus' observation. Odd, for the Warmaster. Normally whenever he's in the Angel's company on Terra, it's hard to keep a laugh off of his lips.

"Have you, brother?"

Horus looks towards his brothers with a soft, charming smirk, one that fades ever so slightly as he looks to Angron. He thinks back, trying to remember a moment where the man hailing from Nuceria had ever shown anything but rage boiling just beneath the surface.

He lets out a soft chuckle when he comes up completely empty, and shakes his head.

"No, I don't think I have."

With all three in agreement Sanguinus makes some sort of lighthearted jest to Magnus at Angron's expense, looking away from the Warmaster for a moment. He doesn't let his perfect veneer drop, as he sees the old gladiator speak words not audible to him at you.

Horus watches for a moment longer, and then walks away.

[kit-williams]

Barn Anon. Just this little one because I’m hungry and I smell food. Should I also hold off on sending any more for now?

Anytime you cook bacon in particular, it instantly becomes food thievery O’clock for Gabriel. Other food tend to take longer to rouse the deceptively adorable food thief. You had tried using a squirt bottle to deter him but unsurprisingly getting his shirt drenched has no effect on the massive Blood Angel.

Using pepper spray is much more effective according to some of the other Blood Angels you’ve spoken to. But can you really bring yourself to pepper spray your very oversized golden retriever of a Space Marine? You’re currently using whatever you have on hand to simply smack his hands away. Of course you know that he’s more than capable of dodging every smack. You get the feeling that every hit you land is more like an older sibling throwing a game to let their younger sibling win.

Well, nothing to be helped there. You look at your freshly made omelet and look over at Gabriel’s own omelet that’s buried under a layer of bacon.

“It must be nice taking all the bacon huh Gaby?”

Gabriel could survive off the nutrient paste that they could make easily back at base and the donated blood too... but somehow food that his bonded made tasted so much better! He cared little for food in all honesty it was just calories and nutrients only when it called to rub shoulders with elite would he allow himself to taste but it wasn't needed.

Food here popped and tasted. His favorite was beef... happy cow blood also was another thing that the chapter would use to help stave off the red thirst was animal blood but they were picky about it. Gabriel liked happy cows... distressed cows he could taste in the meat and the blood.

Gabriel looked at you as your arms were folded... and he gave back half of the bacon. It felt odd with their not being an overabundance of food it caused the chapters having to rely on making food synthesizers and paste makers or whatever else the techmarines and forge masters knew how to make. Self reliance was not something that they were strangers of.

He smiled as you smiled back and cooed your own thanks to him before digging into your breakfast. He did his small prayer to the Emperor and to Sanguinius thanking them for another day of life and well a small addition to him having his bonded.

Tag list sorry i forgot again: @egrets-not-regrets @liar-anubiass-blog @barn-anon @bleedingichorhearts

[wolffyluna]

Lost and the Damned cover art by Neill Roberts // Sanguinius by Alex Cristi // We Know The Devil by Worst Girls Games // 'did I write myself as gentle instead of hungry' by grendelmenz // Saint Michael the Archangel prayer // Genesis 4:10 // 'The Vampire Reminisces' by Dante Émile // 'Where it Begins' by Erica Jong // catherynne m. valente // Blood Angels Codex 3rd Edition

Sanguinius + everyone idealising you while you know inside you are tainted.

(Inspired by @irrealisms and @regicidal-optimism <3)

[quietbluejay]

Horus Rising 10

let's cut over to Karkasy he's hanging out at the bar and playing cards he's not good at it yeah more food for the "iterator duties have crossover with the secret police" thought:

or well. Some level of state-sanctioned social control besides the obvious.

and also to beat them at cards lmao the remembrancers err made some changes to the decoration

oh yeah we also get a little aside about a dude who works in climate control having a secret distilling operation well you can't have soldiers without having a secret still so karkasy is going over to see the dude who handles the alcohol and then he spots loken sticking out like a sore thumb everyone sees him lol and he looks very uncomfortable

loken: i'm just…looking for keeler.. karkasy: she's not here look come with me karkasy: your metaphorical itchiness is giving me hives

let's go see euphrati! half naked hot soldier dude answers the door at least i'm assuming he's meant to be hot given he's described as looking like a total badass soldier manages to dissuade Karkasy but Loken looms over his shoulder to his credit soldier dude tries to stop loken and tells him euphrati isn't there Euphrati doesn't look great and she's understandably unhappy to see Loken she's also drinking a lot honestly, having tried this kind of maneuver myself, i'm impressed with keeler

it's not that easy to walk over, pour yourself a drink, and walk back all while staying wrapped up in sheet so she was expecting to see Loken weeks ago

keep your shirt on loken do you have no manners did french take over writing this segment wait did he just put it on the floor?? loken: guess it can't make the mess in here worse loken, this isn't margaritaville

anyways she completely forgot she took them and told Abaddon she hadn't, then she later found them on her camera

she had some classic trauma symptoms the pictures thing was kind of a cry for help but she's fiiine now and feels a bit silly about it loken: yeah uh why didn't you tell the first captain about it euphrati: i'd had enough of him trying to gaslight me about it, this was proof that i didn't go crazy euphrati: you're one of the authorities i know but you were there euphrati: i thought you might tell me the truth

he takes out the slate and Euphrati is definitely not as over this as she wanted to portray earlier Loken points this out Euphrati: gee yeah ya think? okay she's pissed off and even though the images are terrifying she's going to run through all the problems with the "wild beast" story a woman after my own heart

she caught something else as well…

euphrati: but it's fine. i'm over it. it was a wild beast. ok.

Euphrati managed to get through this with well she's not going to say it too obviously, but it's the Imperial Cult Euphrati, sniggering: the Emperor Protects

behold the first imperial saint she's got an uncomfortable question for loken, though

loken: it doesn't matter because it would never happen! loken realizes she's talking about civil war, heh loken: that sort of thing will never happen with Horus as Warmaster what's better than dramatic irony? dramatic irony that flows naturally as part of a conversation! anyways, loken has to leave now, he got a call yes he does in fact pick up his robe after he's gone, Euphrati pulls out her secret shrine and starts going through prayers back over with Loken turns out a new ship has joined the party Sanguinius himself is here let's have another flashback Loken telling Mersadie about Ullanor not the actual battle, but the party after

whew four mechanicum fleets did this in a month now that's what i call a vanity project

yeah a private affair also until Loken got appointed to the Mournival, he'd only ever seen the other primarchs from a distance including at Ullanor they still left an impression

angron red and angry wheezes im also recalling that scene from A Thousand Sons with Magnus' magnificent and thrusting breastplate okay time for Sanguinius to actually show up

how many hair colours has sanguinius gone through oh he's wearing a reta but presumably larger

Torgaddon shows him the remains

yet another thing i guess i can't actually blame McNeill for (Sanguinius' tears AND the things on his wings)

dude dude do you know what a pinion is a pinion is A FEATHER so Sanguinius thanks everyone while Horus glares daggers at Eidolon lol

if this guy gets called "most noble" it is only, like many other superlatives attached to primarchs, because the bar is underground im still chuckling over "we will murder murder together" though so they spend six months on Murder killing megarachnids Horus gets to take the field over Abaddon's objections he spends a good deal of time winding up the mournival it's a nice moment Horus: you know if i'd thought becoming Warmaster would mean never taking the field again, I'd have given it to Guilliman or Lion, who wanted it everyone: lmao it's hahahah what lion would deserve hahahaha

honestly you know what loken is pretty good at reading people and has gotten better over the course of this novel, i'm going to take his word on this the remembrancers aren't allowed down so Mersadie and Loken hang out a lot whenever he's back up on the ship oh yeah Tarvitz and Torgaddon are buddies now which is why Eidolon is slowly being allowed back in the command tent Sanguinius is also trying to make sure there isn't too much conflict between Fulgrim and Horus you know come to think of it Sanguinius has had some remarkably stable characterization in that he doesn't really care about the little people and his main concern is the other primarchs as happened in the whole agonizing over killing Konrad but being pretty whatever over Lion killing several million people another thing is him consistently playing peacemaker yeah honestly my read on him as anxiety ridden twentysomething Catholic woman who keeps a journal is pretty on horus is right and should say it:

i wonder also how hard Abnett had to resist saying "Perturabo's perturbations" there's also a little talk about rebranding lol apparently the Emperor advised renaming the sixteenth to the Sons of Horus (dun dun dun)

next time we hit the interex!

[definitelynotalpharius]

Wings of Heralds:

"We ride for the Imperium, bolter and blade. We ride for The Emeror and Sanguinius. We ride for the people, their martyrs and saints. We ride for the blood and we ride out to meet death. If the blood will it, death is not where our service ends. Morte per Sanguine." - Prayer of the Wings of Heralds

A few photos of the outriders I managed to finish up after my last exam and before the announcement of yet another. Haven't yet had the chance to look at the new index, but a quick moving scout unit is almost always useful, I'd think.

[galgannet]

Это было долго и сложно, но все же удалось закончить.  Асторат заслуживает внимания. 

[nemossubmarine]

Warhammer 40k: Wrath & Glory RP #47

Izarak wakes up in a dream. He knows it’s a dream, but he worries how long he has been there; maybe he fell into a coma or something? He gets up. He is still where he fell asleep at, but it’s fall. The leaves on the trees in the forest have fallen, and the grass on the ground has turned orange. There appears to be no one around, but the bells in the castle are ringing; joyous like wedding bells.

Izarak starts heading for the castle. He notices a large man standing at the castle’s entrance, and as he approaches, he realizes that the man is Sanguinius. Chazaqiel had appeared to him in the form of the Primarch of the Blood Angels, but he had never been able to disguise his green eyes. This man’s eyes are soft honey-brown, so Izarak approaches the winged man with no fear. Sanguinius greets him and says he is not surprised to see him here. Izarak asks if he is needed here, and Sanguinius says that he is tied to this place, because though Chazaqiel is not alive, he isn’t gone either and his influence still remains. He tells Izarak that the Countess is on the planet, here to rub it in Chazaqiel’s face that he got defeated, but she is afraid of the darkness lurking within.

Sanguinius asks Izarak whether his faith still remains. Izarak says he still has faith in people, but not in the institution. Sanguinius recommends keeping faith on the living (apparently the people’s faith on this planet in him has brought him here) as he personally would like to rest. Then Izarak wakes up.

Before that, Alice has tried slapping Izarak awake, but since it doesn’t seem to work, he contacts Larry and Coco to let them know that Izarak is down. Coco gasps and asks if Izarak had a heart attack again. Larry asks Alice to check his pulse and whether he still breathes, which she does with surprising expertise. She determines that Izarak is fine, there’s just no one home. Coco and Larry say they’ll come back.

At the forest, they can hear noises of beasts running away. Coco finds that the vial of Emperor’s Tears in her backpack is reacting to something. Fafnik, upon learning Coco got it from some kid hanging out with the Dark Angels (Fafnik also explains that the Astartes don’t actually have kids, not even adopted ones). Larry is convinced he heard the Countess’ voice coming from the direction where the trees fell down, but they decide to rejoin Alice and Izarak first.

Alice also notices the beasts fleeing the forest. At the same time, Izarak begins to stir, and something falls from the sky, onto Alice’s shoulder; a large white feather. Alice thanks the Emperor and some of his sons (apparently Alice plays favorites).

When the party (and Fafnik) are re-joined, Izarak explains how he met up with Sanguinius. Alice asks if he was hot, but Izarak says that’s not relevant. He says Sanguinius confirmed that the Countess is on the planet, and that the drukhari are afraid of the darkness in the forest. Larry asks Fafnik to go away for a bit, so he can tell the others that he isn’t so sure just because the drukhari don’t like a cave, means it’s good for them; in fact it’s quite worrying, as the drukhari sure like to explore caves, as far as Larry knows (wink, wink, nudge, nudge).

They ask Fafnik to come back, and decide to go check out the forest one last time before they call out the Blood Angels. They make their way back under the stealth drone (everyone except Coco, since she doesn’t fit in). They go check out the place where they heard trees falling down. Indeed, they find the spot, where the explosion had caved in part of the tunnel (with the bad vibes). There’s a tree fallen over that has had the mushrooms on it, and some kind of a force seems to be killing them. They hear eldar moving to the north of them, and they also can hear whispered prayers coming from the cave (except Larry, who hears the Countess once again, and is getting frustrated that no one seems to believe him). Izarak says that if there’s a chance that there’s people there, he needs to go check it out. Larry doesn’t believe there’s anyone there, but in the end they all decide to go check out the spooky tunnel, except Fafnik who stays behind to keep an eye out.

The tunnel is dark, and there are whispers of prayers. The party moves stealthily under the drone, lighting their way with Izarak’s candles. They spot a small figure in the distance, who doesn’t notice them and continues deeper into the tunnel. They follow, and come to a room, where the feeling turns serene. There is a water-damaged statue of Sanguinius with something chained to the back of it, as well as a pool of water, where a blue light is moving. But none of that matters for the moment, as they hear sounds of battle coming from further in, and Coco claims that she hears Michael’s voice. Larry voxes Fafnik to let him know there might be the Countess and some Astartes here, and for some reason Fafnik is more surprised about the Countess’ possible presence rather than the Astartes, but it might be because the signal is breaking. Larry tells him to stay alert and ready to contact the Blood Angels soon.

So off towards the noise they go. They come upon a cavern, filled with strange light substance moving in waves. There are some kinds of monsters raising from the waves. There are also stones raising above the substance, there are the four Astartes, fighting against the monsters. Cassiel is against the wall, looking alright. Rødørn and Eirenaos share an island, fighting back to back, looking a bit more damaged. And on the other side of the room, they can spot Michael.

And on this image we’ll end this session on.

[ask-lord-commander-dante]

Father, Sanguinius, give me the fortitude and courage to hear the tidings brought to me by my brothers, and the restraint not to retaliate when they make stupid decisions in my name. Grant me the wisdom to heal rifts between people and the ability to see an argument from all sides without judgement. Grant me the patience to listen, the wit to hear and the foresight to know truth from falsehood. Please, let the Librarians not do anything too insane and cause further trouble.

Dante, at prayer.

[emperor-church]

Святой Великий Ангел, поставленный блюсти мою бедную душу, не оставь меня и не отступи от меня за невоздержание моё. Не дай возможности всяким демонам властвовать надо мною посредством смертного тела сего. Возьми крепко несчастную и опустившуюся мою руку и выведи меня на путь спасения. О святой Сангвиний, хранитель и покровитель бедной моей души! Прости мне всё, чем я оскорбил Те��я во все дни жизни моей, защити меня в настоящий день и сохрани меня от ��сякого искушения вражеского, чтобы мне никаким грехом не прогневать Императора, и молись за меня Ему, да утвердит Он меня в страхе Своем и покажет меня человеком, достойным Своей благости.

Holy Great Angel, appointed to watch over my poor soul, do not leave me and do not depart from me for my intemperance. Do not allow any demons to have power over me through this mortal body. Take firmly my unfortunate and fallen hand and lead me to the path of salvation. O holy Sanguinius, guardian and protector of my poor soul! Forgive me everything with which I have offended You all the days of my life, protect me on this day and preserve me from every temptation of the enemy, so that I do not anger the Emperor with any sin, and pray to Him for me, that He will confirm me in His fear and show me a man worthy of His goodness. (art D Monster (Dogma_Monster))

[jaredstrout]

foreshadowing - My own rage

Boltguns cracked and men screamed in fury and pain as the Nemesis Guard advanced on the traitor lines. The fog of the Black Rage was thick in the hearts of men, who had received the blood of Sanguinius, yet captain Arael felt it merely like a distant shadow at the corner of his eye as he swung the glistening blade in his right hand and spew plasma with his left. Traitors and demons alike stood in his path, yet he could see him, clearly despite the smoke and carnage all around them as if they were alone in the bloody plains of Sarkus. Sarkus, more than a century ago and yet the sorcerer had not changed a bit. He wore no helmet, mocking the Astartes to end his flithy existance with a well aimed bolt, yet none had ever gotten close to scratch his perfect skin.

And his smile, mocking the captain, just like back in the day as he had been laying on the field, bleeding and alone, deceived by the machinations of the traitor, humiliated and sullied...and yet he had come out alive...still the traitor had gained what he had come to claim. And the demon, by now grown into an abomination on four legs, arms twitsted into the parody of a living whip and an arm grown into a blade of bones, stood by his side, since the day Gavin Arael had yearned to thwart the plans of the traitor marines, only to find himself a pawn in their game.

Hatred filled every fiber of captain Arael´s body, his arm swung the glowing blade to cut through flesh and warp soiled energy alike as he made his way to the hated enemy. A screaming monster, more teeth than anything else jumped at the captain, who blocked one of its arms with his blade, while the blue energy field flickered around the ancient weapon, that failed to hurt the neverborn enemy. His left arm rose, faster than even the demon of quicksilver and shadow could move, to ram the glowing barrel of his plasma pistol into the parody of a face before he pulled the tigger, whispering a prayer to the Emperor. The monster disappeared and was ripped back into the Warp where it had been born, giving way to the sorcerer...and the lifeless body at his feet.

Time seemed to slow down, even by the standards of a superhuman. Gavin´s eyes stared for an endless moment at the man at the traitor´s feet. The body still covered in the scout armor of his chapter, not a scratch on his skin, the dark eyes wide open, yet dprived of any life. The man, he had met so long ago in the twilight of the jungle he had once called home...they day the two of them had left all that seperated their peoples behind and fought together, to present their shared victory to the Angels of Death...the day they both had given themself to the Emperor and sacrificed so much to gain the burden of being his angels. 

Now his brother, his other half, lay dead and broken in the dirt. Gavin´s mind went numb. For the first time since he became a son of Sanguinius, the Black Rage went quiet. The burning fury and harted of the Primachrch seemed to leave him, only the quiet in the eye of the storm remained.  He was dead...his brother dead...murdered by his oldest foe, the laughted mocking him in his dreams for a hundred years and more...now he had taken another victory.

There was no trace of the Black Rage in the captain as he howled his pain and raging harted out. His body boved faster than even the Emperor´s finest should. He ran, the power armorscreeched as his superhuman body managed to exeed even its ancient capacities. He ran, without thinking, without plan or even emotion. He was rage incarnate, but unlike the usual fire born from their gene father it was his own. His own fury, born from the pain of his own human heart, untouched by time and the transformation into an Astartes and his blood sang the song of redemption and vengeance as he cut his way to the body of his brother and the murderer who had slain him.

But no matter how fast he was, no matter how many of the puppets he cut into pieces...the sorcerer had more than enough time to reach down to cut the already dead body, taking the precious geneseed and feeding it to the demonic abomination behind him. Reality screeched and bleed purple as the demon and its master ripped open a hole to the warp. Gavin jumped. his plasma pistol tried to take aim, no matter the threat of overheating, but the grinning sorcerer just left through the hole in reality he and his bound demon had created and the plasma bolt went straight through thin air before the raging captain could harm the hated enemy.

“KI THUUUULLEEEEEEEEEE!!!!” his voice dorwned out even the noise of battle as captain Gavin Arael of the Nemesis Guard 3rd company reached the body of sergeant Rith, his brother, his friend....the only family he could remember in his long war filled life. Something broke inside the captain in that moment.

[relax-and-read-on]

Time to prayer circle to get a pretty, pretty Sanguinius animated model

Ooh baby that galaxy can burn

[emperor-church]

Святой Сангвиний, который приносит нам благословение от Императора, благослови меня положить благое начало, исправление нерадивой моей жизни, да угожу во всем Императору Защитнику моему во веки. Saint Sanguinius, who brings us the blessing of the Emperor, bless me to make a good beginning, to correct my careless life, so that I may please the Emperor my Protector in everything forever.

(art by Chenart)

[emperor-church]

Великий Ангел, надежда моя благой Сангвиний, защитник сирым и странным, обидимым покровитель, погибающим спасение, всем скорбящим утешение, видишь мою беду, видишь мою скорбь и тоску.Помоги мне немощному, укрепи меня страждущего. Обиды и горести знаешь Ты мои, разреши их, простри руку надо мною, ибо не на кого мне надеяться. Будь же, Великий Ангел мой, утешителем и помощником и спаси меня, отгони от меня скорбь, тоску и уныние. Помоги, Сын Императора моего. Great Angel, my good hope Sanguinius, defender of the orphans and the strange, protector of the offended, salvation of the perishing, consolation of all who grieve, you see my trouble, you see my sorrow and melancholy. Help me, the weak, strengthen me, the suffering. You know my grievances and sorrows, resolve them, stretch out your hand over me, for I have no one to rely on. Be, my Great Angel, a comforter and helper and save me, drive away from me sorrow, melancholy and despondency. Help, Son of my Emperor. (Art AI)

[emperor-church]

В сии темные и смутные времена, братия и сестры, и да не впадем мы в уныние, ибо не пристал сей грех истинным слугам Господа нашего Императора, сущего на Святой Терре. Вознесем же молитву, смирения и истовой веры полную, к Сыну Божиему Сангвинию, Первому Ангелу, дабы оборонил он дланию свояю души наши от скверны и искушения, дабы даровал он нам покой и защиту под сенью белоснежных крыл Своих. Всесвятый Владыко, просвети разум наш светом учения Кредо, возгрей сердца наша теплотою благодати Твоея и направи нас к исполнению заповедей Твоих, да прославится в нас всесвятое и преславное имя Твое. Именем Святой Терры, Всесвятого Господа нашего Императора, сущего на нея да необоримой Силой твоею, Всеблагой Сангвиний, Первый Ангел, да будет так. In these dark and troubled times, brothers and sisters, let us not fall into despondency, for such a sin does not befit the true servants of our Lord the Emperor, who dwells on Holy Terra. Let us offer a prayer, full of humility and fervent faith, to the Son of God Sanguinius, the First Angel, that he may defend our souls from filth and temptation with his hand, that he may grant us peace and protection under the shadow of his snow-white wings. All-holy Master, enlighten our minds with the light of the teaching of the Creed, warm our hearts with the warmth of your grace and direct us to the fulfillment of your commandments, that your all-holy and most glorious name may be glorified in us. In the name of Holy Terra, our All-Holy Lord Emperor, who is upon her, and by your invincible Power, All-Good Sanguinius, First Angel, let it be so. (art Ramiz Askerov)