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==The 9th Primarch==
===Live, Die, Repeat===
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: <span style="color:#f08080">“~You may break my body, but you will never break my spirit~,”</span> Sanguinius choked out, garbled with blood. He was barely ambulatory, having taken a massive beating from his Daemonic nemesis. <span style="color:#dc143c">“SPARE ME YOUR DRIVEL! BREAK THE BODY ENOUGH AND THE SPIRIT SHALL FOLLOW!”</span> K’Bandha grabbed the primarch by the shoulder and right leg, Sanguinius was barely able to struggle. <span style="color:#dc143c">“HOW. DO. YOU. LIKE. IT,”</span> K’Bandha shouted as he brought the primarch down upon his beastly knee, shattering his back. The Bloodthirster tossed the body to the ground and roared long and proud. Sanguinius’ soul floated back to the relative sanctuary of the Warp. K’Bandha stomped over the another daemon that was casually watching the blood sport, <span style="color:#dc143c">“BRING HIM BACK, I’VE STILL GOT THREE MORE BODIES TO GO!”</span> The  daemon, a Lord of Change, sighed, <span style="color:#4b0082">“That maybe true, but is this the best way to go about the plan? Primarchs are fairly intelligent, so it would be fair to assume that they would listen to reason? It has worked before.”</span>  <span style="color:#dc143c">“SHUT YOUR TRAP, SCHEMER. BY CONTINUALLY KILLING HIM, WE SHOW HIM THAT ‘WE’ ARE IN CONTROL. AND! AND I GET TO KILL HIM! A LOT!”</span> K’Bandha screamed in the Lord’s face. <span style="color:#4b0082">“Fine, fine. It would be interesting to see him kill you. We are about due for some change.”</span> the Lord of Change muttered to himself, giving into the Bloodthirster’s demand.


: Sanguinius floated in the Empyrean, just an amorphous ball of soul. It was peaceful, he could see why Magnus liked it, at least when the monstrous denizens weren’t trying to eat him. But peaceful at times. His reverie was shattered by long stringy tendrils snaking toward him, appearing from nowhere. He had no defense against this, no way to avoid them wrapping and binding him. They began to drag him toward their indescript origin. He knew what was coming.

: Some nefarious plans were made and favors owed cashed in, all for K’Bandha. At least he thought so. He was part of a much larger plan, that he didn’t care to know of. All he was told was that he would be able to kill Sanguinius multiple times, provided he give his support. He was a fairly simple daemon when it came to such things; he readily accepted. The first part had been gathering bodies. Luckily, the Khornate Champion had not been in charge of this. Things he collected tended to not stay collected for long. And they needed intact bodies; not his strong suit. Unfortunately, the primarchs soul could not be bound to some random Astartes, they needed the best of his gene-seed. So the targets had been the higher ranked members of the Blood Angel’s successor chapters. They tended to single out Sanguinary Guard quite judiciously. Rest assured they did not go down easy. After a while, they had several suitable bodies and the powers that be set K’Bandha to his grisly task. He did not think it was so bad.

	
: Sanguinius gasped awake. It never stopped being a gut-churning event. He looked down at his body and the armor he was in. He hoped it wasn’t someone he knew. The two rivals battled, Sanguinius died again. He was no match for the daemon while it was in its own element and his body was not his own. Die. Floating. Tendrils. Wake Up. Fight K’Bandha. Die as he laughs. Sanguinius was not sure how much more he could take. Every time he died, he knew that one of his men, his brothers had died as well. It wasn’t a valiant sacrifice either, just mindless slaughter. He came back again. He stifled the urge to vomit. He look upon his new body and recognized it. A huge stone formed in his stomach. This was the body of Alatron, one of his Sanguinary Guards from long, long ago. He was in the armor of the Sanguinor. This was too much for him. Rage and anger surged through him. He got up, renewed. <span style="color:#f08080">“~K’Bandha, where is your honor? Is killing my friends satisfying your god? No more, you cur, NO MORE!~”</span>, Sanguinius roared at the Bloodthirster. He charged, raising an armored fist. K’Bandha did not move. <span style="color:#dc143c">“NOT THIS TIME, THIS TIME YOU LIVE,”</span> the daemon replied as it headbutted the charging Blood Angel. Staggered and off his feet, Sanguinius waited for death. K’Bandha reached down and grabbed an arm and started dragging the unconscious primarch toward the Lord of Change. <span style="color:#dc143c">“LET’S GO, BEFORE I FORGET AND KILL HIM.”</span> The Lord of Change nodded and began to cast a profane magic, <span style="color:#4b0082">“Indeed. I feel the winds of the Warp changing already…”</span> The trio vanished in a blurred splash.

===The Empyrean Council of Bel-Ghast===
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: The trio of champions reappeared in the pictorum of a massive Chaos Void Station. This particular void station was orbiting the massive Warp star of Bel-Ghast. The star was a churning Warp engine, pumping out cursed solar radiation. It was stars such as these that the Dark Mechanicum converted for massive daemonic forges used to create such deviated, twisted abominations. K’Bandha released his charge and stepped back, letting him get his bearings. Sanguinius looked around the void station view deck. The baser structures were darkened steel and ceramite. The glass ports were spiderwebbed with cracks that grew and receded as the whorls of warp splashed against it. The pillars and arches were covered with screaming daemonic faces etched into ebony and obsidian. Not all of them were immobile. Sanguinius took a step forward towards the glass, “~It’s surprisingly beautiful, given that we ARE in the Warp.~” K’Bandha grunted, “I DIDN’T BRING YOU HERE TO GAWK AT STARS...I’D RATHER HAVE KILLED YOU BUT SOMEONE WANTED TO TALK TO YOU.” Sanguinius turned his head toward the champion, “~Talk eh? You were never much for talk~….,” he trailed off as he realized he, K’Bandha, and the Lord of Change were not alone. A massive figure armor of spikes and black crenellations stepped forward, his steps shaking the deck. A deep, coarse voice boomed in the spacious viewing deck, “I LOVE...hhhh...YOUR WORK.”


: The massive god of war and blood stepped forward, “SAN...GUINIUS...hhh...YOU WILL...hh...BE...GLAD TO KNOW I...hhhh...CON...SIDER YOU MY...CHAMPION.” Sanguinius spat down and looked the embodiment of bloodshed, “~Khorne, you nor your lessers have ever been one with words. I would never kill for you~,” Sanguinius leaned back, “~It will take more than just you to convince me to even judiciously pull a splinter~.” Khorne was silent. A slithery voice sounded from a darkened corner, “What makes you think the esteemed god of brutality is alone? Then, maybe he is after all?” Tzeentch, a cross-legged being with a plethora of sinuous horns and as many arms floated out to join the conversation. “Yeess, pretty maahrine, I would never leave you alone with such a callous brute,” Sanguinius felt a sensuous hand slink up his back, even through his armor. Slaanesh slinked to the now forming line of gods. That left just…”Sanguinius….” Nurgle forced out. “~I’m not simple enough to assume that all four gods of Chaos gathering together is anything but important, so care to expound?~” Sanguinius asked seemingly interrogating the lords of the Empyrean. “Oh ho ho. He’s intelligent AND intuitive? Or perhaps a lucky guess? Either, we might have somethings to show you.” Sanguinius got a look of disgust, “~Fine, I’ll bite. Show me, worm.~” 


: Slaanesh stepped forward, “I’ll be doing the biting, hee hee.” Khorne looked over, “KNOCK IT...OFF...hhh...WHORE…” “Oh fine, fine. Our first little juicy tid bit is that you have always been touched by the Warp. It’s in you, baby,” Slaanesh acquiesced. Sanguinius’ look of disgust increased and mixed with horror. “Oh yes, daddy dearest, came to us a long time ago. He asked for help making you guys and we just couldn’t say no to a handsome man like your Father.” Slaanesh finished. “No, Father would never stoop so low. He couldn’t. He...he wouldn’t...you lie daemons!” Sanguinius retorted. “We might be lying...but what if we aren’t?” Tzeentch asked as he psychically projected the encounter. Sanguinius was appalled at what he was seeing. “HOW DO...YOU EXPLAIN...hhh...THE TWO DEFECTS...YOUR CHILDREN...hhh...WORRY SO MUCH...hhh...ABOUT?” Khorne added simply. Sanguinius face changed to annoyance at the thought of the Red Thirst and Black Rage; he glared at Nurgle. “as much as I love to spread defects and disease it wasn’t me as that helps spiky over there far more than it does me...thank your father for that one” Nurgle answered the unspoken question. “Those two defects might have been one of the reasons you brother Horus offered to you multiple times? Don’t you think? After all are you two brothers short of twenty? Did you ever find out what your Father did to them?” 


: Tzeentch constantly bombarded the Primarch with questions. The information processed in Sanguinius’ head. His two lost brothers had been killed by Leman. The understanding was that they were so mutated that they fell to Chaos, so the Emperor had them killed. It wasn’t until later that the defects in his gene and chapter showed up. What if, since Horus knew of this, he didn’t want to see one of his beloved be killed? Would the Emperor have killed him and his chapter when the Red Thirst manifested? He himself killed his own men to keep it secret. What about when the Black Rage came about? Questions raced through his head.

	
: Tzeentch continued on, “There’s another thing I could be curious about, your prescient visions. Did it ever occur to you that they might have been self-fulfilling? That despite your Father’s declaration during Nikea, that he said nothing about seeing the future? As I recall, that is my domain, is it not? Perhaps your ‘loving’ Father knew all along? There was tangible jealousness of your brothers at your closeness with Horus. Could it have been possible that your Father used you?” Sanguinius stared down eyes darting left and right, trying to think this through, “~U-u-used me? How?~” Tzeentch saw the nibbling doubt and pressed in. Slaanesh’s depraved grin grew toothier and larger still. Nurgle and Khorne both grunted to themselves barely audibly. “How? I might be able to answer that. Your Father was well aware of your defects,  much like your two missing brothers. A leader striving for a great Imperium cannot have such perfidious mutations in a stage of humanity that is supposed to be on its way to perfection, can he? But unlike those two brothers, you were well known and loved, right? Don’t be afraid to admit it. How to get rid of you? Set series of plans in motion that ends you regardless of what choices you make.” 


: Sanguinius was unresponsive. “Don’t tell me you never thought of this. In one future you join Horus and the Emperor has free reign to kill you and eliminate the blight of you and your Astartes. In the other future, you refuse Horus and he kills you. You saw the future where you die, but that was every future, right? So you, in your blind faith to someone who intended to stab you in the back, chose to die for Him. You fulfilled the your own prophesy even when you could have lived.” Sanguinius had his hands on his knees, “~I...d-d-don’t believe….believe it. I-I-I can’t.~”  Nurgle shuffled forward, the floor beneath him rusting instantly, “your emperor has been decaying and rotting for a lot longer than ten millennia...i would know...what do you think is going to happen when he comes back?” Sanguinius had fallen down. Tzeentch looked up and around as if he had grown bored of the discussion, “The true question is what are you going to do about it?” Slaanesh slithered behind the primarch and put her hands on his shoulders in mock concern, “We both know that the problems of your chapters have become rather...exasperateeeeed, as of late. Surely, when your Father comes, he will order the destruction of your lovely Marines.” Sanguinius took a deep breath and unconsciously leaned into the massage. “HE WILL PROBABLY...hhh...GET LEMAN TOOO...DO IT...hhh,” Khorne growled out, arms crossed waiting for a decision. Tzeentch delivered his final question, “Are you going to let the Imperium suffer the return of your Father? Can you do that?” The four Chaos Gods stared down at the Primarch, awaiting his decision. “~I-I-I can...c-can change...change the w-way...things happen…~” Sanguinius sobbed out, “~h-h-help me...d-d-d...d-do...it….~”

===Fallen Angel===
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: Deep in Rustagrim, time had barely moved, yet had passed incredibly fast, from when the two champions had vanished. The motes of light left from the previous rift have almost disappeared when they were revitalized by another rift opening. Only the Sanguinor reappeared. Donatos breathed a sigh of relief, the Bloodthirster had been vanquished. Perhaps they would get out of this yet. Then he heard a voice. “~I AM SANGUINEM SUPRA! OUR BLOOD IS ABOVE ALL!~” the figure bellowed as it floated to the floor. Attention focused upon the figure in the middle of the room, as the daemons were no longer a pressing matter. They had stopped attacking. That should have been a clue that something was very, very wrong. Donatos and Neris stepped forward, both hobbling from injuries from the battle in the hellish realm. Donatos looked up at what he knew as the Sanguinor, “I’m sorry, I do not understand.” Neris looked at both expectantly. “~TOO LONG HAVE WE SHED BLOOD FOR A MAN WHO DOES NOT DESERVE IT. A MAN WHO WOULD HAVE RID HIMSELF OF US FOR OUR GIFTS. GIFTS THAT HE BESTOWED UPON US! A MAN WHO WOULD CREATE AND DESTROY WITH THE IMPUNITY OF A GOD, YET HE HAS THE GALL TO DECLARE THAT HE IS NOT. THAT HE IS ABOVE. IT'S FALSE! WE WILL BATHE THE FALSE EMPEROR IN OUR BLOOD!~” 


: The two captains became pale, instantly. This was heresy, treason of the highest order. And it was coming from such a character as the Sanguinor. “You cannot be the Sanguinor I have been told and heard stories about. Reveal yourself traitor,” Neris growled out. His hand had tightened around his sword. “I’M NOT THAT LOWLY SYMBOL. I AM SANGUINIUS. THE SON THAT THE EMPEROR SOUGHT TO SO CALLOUSLY CAST ASIDE WHEN IT FIT HIM BEST. AND IT IS WITH THAT TREACHERY THAT WE TOO CAST HIM ASIDE!~” Sanguinem Supra spread his arms and bathed the area in a sickly gold hue. All the remaining Blood Angels screamed in agony as their heads were invaded by the first whisperings of Chaos. The Sanguinem Supra twisted the black rage into something new, Aurem Ira, the Gold Rage. Visions of what the Emperor would have done had he discovered the Red Thirst and Black Rage played across the minds of the Blood Angels. How could someone who professed to love them, kill them so cold heartedly. He’d done it before. Donatos was on his knees clawing his eyes out, not wanting to see what was being shown. “~EMBRACE THE THE TRUTH!~” the Sanguinem Supra shouted. “Lamenters! On me! We will quell this foul heresy here and now,” ordered Captain Neris. The Sanguinem Supra turned and faced Neris, “~THE LAMENTERS? THE GIFTLESS? YOU ARE NOT TRUE BLOOD ANGELS. YOU WILL NOT SHARE OUR ASCENDANCY!~” 


: The Lamenters were now locked into combat against not only daemons, who’d resumed their assault, but now their fallen brothers. The Sanguinem Supra had released a golden sword and summoned a crozius. Both were laced with black and gold auras. Neris and the reborn Primarch were going head to head. By sheer will, Neris was fighting the Chaos Champion as an equal. That was until Donatos began to get back up. Donatos leapt toward the Lamenter captain, entering the fight to help his lord. “Thungrier! Donatos is your problem! Keep him off me while I end this imposter and this heresy!” Thungrier turned to the turmoil in the center of the room. Neris and Sanguinem Supra locked blades and the Chaos Champion taunted him, “~STOP THIS? ARE YOU SIMPLE ENOUGH TO THINK THAT OUR ASCENDANCY HASN’T SPREAD AMONGST ALL OUR BROTHERS?~” It dawned upon him that his Lamenters were probably the only Blood Angels not murdering anything nearby currently. He set his face and parried the locked swords. Thungrier was having just as hard a time.

===A Mournful Fight===
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: Thungrier was squared off against Donatos, an enemy who outclassed him before the ascension. It was not going to be easy. “A one-handed man thinks he is a challenge for me? Such hubris! Your blood will spill, hear me young one,” chided the Captain. Despite having had the wound for a week, there simply had not been time to install augmentics, so he had a stump of a left hand, a detriment no doubt. The two charged together, Donatos with a wide swing and Thungrier a close defense. The Donatos’ swing caught Thungrier’s sword and pressed it up against his right pauldron. Energy diffused and crackled as the fields fought against each other. Now locked, Donatos brought his Plasma Pistol to bear, swinging his arm back from its counterbalancing position. Thungrier twisted inwards and pressed his stumpy forearm up under the wrist of the Blood Angel Captain. A ball of compressed sun, rocketed past his head. His hair immediately singed off. The skin on the left side of his face puckered and turned a mottled white as it burned. The additional gilding on the top of his pauldron and a good portion of his pack no longer existed. Where they once were was a rapidly solidifying mass of slag. His eyes went blurry from the heat wave. As Thungrier’s senses cleared a little and he finally got his first good look at the corrupted Captain.  


: The Captain hadn’t changed as much as his armor. All that was different with the Captain’s physical body was his eyes had turned back and were constantly weeping a thick trail of blood down each side of his face. His hair had darkened several shades. His armor was on a whole other level. The decorative eagles on his pack had morphed into screaming daemonic versions of hawks. They spat out red-tinged smoke nearly constantly. The herald on his back as well as all the aquillas and wings had shifted into eight pointed stars. Even as the fight was going on, Donatos was still growing spikes and points on his armor and the gilding and trim were all turning morbid shades of black and gold. Thungrier didn’t have too long to dwell on the aesthetics of the tainted Captain. He had bigger things to worry about, mainly that plasma pistol. One good shot would be just as devastating as a swipe from the power sword.


: After glaring at each other longer than normal combat would condone, the two broke the hold. Donatos came swinging at him again, no quarter, no hesitation. Thungrier parried off a nasty combo with relative ease. A problem quickly arose, his sword had flared out to the side which left him open to the weapon he was worried about. Time slowed for Thungrier. He could see the pistol charging. He could see Donatos face as a smirk slowly formed. Knowing that he didn’t time to dodge he made another one of his ‘decisions’. He shoved his stump forward, lodging what was left of his left arm in the baffle of the pistol. Time returned to normal speed and the pistol discharged. It hit the clog and couldn’t burn through fast enough. Pressure built and it fed back. The pistol exploded showering both in a hail of cooling plasma and metal shards. As he readied himself again, he snuck a look down at his arm. Slagged armor and melted flesh were combining and dripping off. Such is the cost for his ‘decision’. He looked up at the Captain and it was his turn to smirk. 


: Before either could move, Neris came rocketing through the air, thrown by Sanguinem Supra. The Lamenter collided with the Blood Angel with a mighty ceramite crack. Such was the force that they both tumbled and skidded for quite a few meters. They were both out of commission for the time being. It was just Thungrier against the Sanguinem Supra. Thungrier charged, knowing well what would happen. Just another one of his decisions.

: There was no drawn out duel. Thungrier charged and the amped up Primarch dissected him before he could swing. The Lamenter was one of the first casualties of the Sanguinem Supra. Neris roared in protest. He looked down at the still unconscious Captain Donatos and went straight for his Power Sword. Hefting another Power Sword, Captain Neris abandoned defense. He whirled into battle once again, a tornado of blade and disruptive fields. 


: Once again the two fought as equals. But as time passed and wounds acquired, Neris began to fall behind. They were still in the Warp. The Sanguinem Supra was constantly empowered by the energy of the Warp while Neris was not. Supra was not even close to the power that the Chaos gods had planned for him. Neris lost his grip on the borrowed sword after a powerful strike strike. Another swing neatly severed Neris’ arm. He gasped as the wound became apparent to him. He sagged, struggling to stay on his feet. “~ARE YOU READY TO DIE?~” the Sanguinem Supra approached and asked. Neris looked up at the Primarch, “I was ready to die the day I became a Lamenter. FOR THE EMPR….” His litany cut short as a sword plunged into his shoulder. Donatos pulled the sword out and they both watched the fountain of blood until the pressure in Neris body was no more. “Loyalty to a falsehood is ignorance,” Donatos said in a mock eulogy. “~COME. THE AGE OF BLOOD IS ABOUT TO BEGIN!~” the Sanguinem Supra announced.