Blood Angels : Blood for the Golden God – Part 8

In a realm where fantasy meets reality, where angels dwell among the tribesmen, an interesting tale unfolds. This narrative is centered on a unique character, a young boy named Sanguinius. In this installment of our multi-part series, we delve into the enigmatic origins of Sanguinius, and his remarkable journey from a peculiar child to a revered leader.

Sanguinius was no ordinary child. At a tender age, according to the tribesman’s standards, he bore Great White Wings, reminiscent of celestial angels. Was this a result of the mutagenic influence of Bal on his posthuman genome? Was it an effect of his journey through the warp? Or was it part of The Emperor’s deliberate design? This mystery remains unsolved, known only to the master of mankind.

His unusual appearance initially struck fear into the hearts of the tribesmen who discovered the winged child, many of whom wanted to kill him, mistaking him for a mutant. But, eventually, compassion prevailed over fear. The boy’s otherwise perfect human form melted their hearts and he was spared. Thus, Sanguinius was welcomed into the tribe, known as the people of the blood or simply, the Blood.

Sanguinius wasn’t just a peculiar child with wings; he was a prodigy, a quick learner who absorbed everything his adoptive parents could teach him, and even outgrew them in strength and resilience. His bravery was evident when, as a child, he killed a giant fire scorpion with his bare hands. As he grew, so did his wings, becoming mighty pinions that could bear him aloft in the desert air. His strength was unrivaled; he could shatter massive boulders with a single blow of his outstretched hand and even walk without a RADS suit in the most poisonous deserts.

When his tribe was attacked by a band of feral mutants, Sanguinius, for the first time, let his anger erupt and his mighty Primarch powers awaken, killing all the hundred or so attackers. His protective instincts made him a formidable force when his comrades’ lives were threatened, and his anger was a sight to behold.

Sanguinius’s path to adulthood was filled with dreams and ill portents of death, blood, and the arrival of an unknown king from other worlds. Despite these nightmares, he fought with single-minded focus against subhuman creatures and raiders, always loyal to his people, the Blood.

His reputation as a fierce warrior and wise leader spread far and wide across Bal, attracting warriors from across the desert to fight by his side. Under his guidance, they pushed back the mutant tide, giving humanity a respite on Bal secundus. He became the master of his world, not by force, but by the acclamation of a desperate people. Sanguinius, the winged warrior, was seen as a godlike figure, a beacon of hope, a vision of past glories returned to Bal, a promise for a future that had been long forgotten among the Blood.

His world, Bal, was a long-dead world reduced to ruins and radiation-blasted wastelands by the forgotten wars of old night. It held no real industrial value and had only a sparse population, but it was here, in the year 843 of the 30th Millennium, that the Emperor rediscovered one of his lost sons, the primarch Sanguinius.

Like many of the Primarchs, Sanguinius had forged a bloody peace on his adopted homeworld, shaping the primitive tribes according to his ideals. His legacy was one of peaceful conquest, tempered with justice and knowledge. A stark contrast to the path taken by the ninth Legion that would soon be his.

When the Emperor finally arrived, Sanguinius, foreseeing his father’s arrival and the consequences it would bring, met the Emperor alone and knelt before him, asking only for the lives of his followers, fearing the wrath of a man who had vowed to topple all religions.

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