Editing M43 (section)

===Fallen Angel===
'''9 ??? 703.M42'''
: 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.