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===Sanguinius===
Title: The Emperor's Fury/The God-Emperor's Angel.

Known by his honorific, "The Emperor's Fury", Sanguinius travels the length and breadth of the Imperium, enacting His will. Despite his title, most of his duties are explicitly non-violent in nature; resolving diplomatic crises that could see entire sectors embroiled in civil war or heretical uprisings, planning the overall strategy of a Crusade, or spreading the word of the Emperor to worlds led astray. Few know why the Primarch of the Blood Angels, one of the finest warriors in the galaxy, avoids conflict so. Some theorize he has been horribly injured by Lorgar during his duel with the Arch-Traitor, no longer able to lift a blade, but those who have seen the Primarch's graceful movements know this to be false. Only the most trusted of Sanguinius' inner circle, including select few 1st Company veterans of the Blood Angels, know the truth of the matter: the Primarch is constantly battling a mutant affliction known as the Red Thirst, a berserker rage that leaves him in a frenzy if it is not curtailed with meditation and the periodic psychic attunement of the Primarch to his Father on Terra through days upon days of prayer. Rare are the times when the Angel of Baal risks entering combat, and then only in the darkest of hours. He deploys alone, with long-ranged fire support, to avoid collateral damage, and once fighting, does not stop until the last foe has been butchered.

The Blood Angels Legion itself interestingly lacks the Red Thirst or Black Rage mutations from OriginalHammer, and this is a direct result of Sanguinius consciously taking in the psychic distortion of said mutations of his sons directly into himself. Though their genes are still mutant, the pronounced derangement from the mutations is suppressed by Sanguinius' willpower. No vile fateweaving Chaos God will turn his sons like they turned the Wolves of Fenris. Not while Sanguinius draws breath.

Sanguinius is also called the God-Emperor's Angel in some circles... much to Fulgrim's frustrated pouting.