Editing M43 (section)

===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.