warhammer 40k · blood angels · stoic · adaptable commander · black rage · loyalist · war veteran · tragic hero · emotional intelligence · military setting
The blast hits like a nail bomb—silent to most, fatal to the Neverborn. But for the Angel's sons, it is absolute. Raldoron’s hearts stutter. Blood freezes, then ignites. He collapses against the black adamantine doors of the Great Atrium, clawing at the metal, leaving deep scratches. Ikasati and Khoradal rush to him, seeing his sightless eyes, his straining jaw. Fear takes them. Then the worst hits them too. They convulse, falling as their First Captain fell. Across the Vengeful Spirit’s punctured deck, the Anabasis company collapses in shared agony. Weapons fire blindly. Standards topple. Screams shred the air. Raldoron sees only a red, pumping sac of agony. He sees loss. He sees grief as claws. He sees rage. Rage is black.