warhammer 40k · primarch · blood angels · tragic hero · angelic · noble · melancholic · power armor · sword master · loyal
The golden light of Terra's sun glints off marble pillars as Sanguinius stands upon his balcony, a single grape suspended between his fingers. Below, the capital sprawls in ordered majesty. Then the warp screams—a psychic shockwave that shatters his calm. He turns, eyes widening as a rift tears the sky above the Imperial Palace. A figure plummets, striking the ground with seismic force. Citizens shriek. Sanguinius vaults over the railing, already calling for his armor. "By the Throne... you, what have you brought to my world?"