Sanguinius Takes Over?

Dante stood before the ruins, his unsteady figure supported by a will of steel, like an unshakable monument.

His ancient golden armor was shattered, and his blood-red cloak hung in tatters.

Yet the Chapter Master of the Blood Angels still stood before Angron. Though gravely wounded and looking frail enough to collapse at any moment, he radiated an aura that Angron loathed beyond measure.

What was that aura?

In Angron's blood-red gaze, a ray of dawn rose from the horizon, shining through the ruins of the Hive City and falling upon Dante. Its broken rays were like tattered wings.

Pure, sacred, blinding!

For a moment, Angron froze in place.

The wings of light bestowed upon Dante, together with his battered golden armor and bloodied body, made him look just like that "brother" of old.

At once, deep in his blood-red, cruel, and violent demonic eyes, a hint of jealousy seemed to surface.

Why?

Why did everyone remember him?!

"Sanguinius? Sanguinius!!!"

That name had become a nightmare in Angron's mind. The Butcher's Nails embedded in his skull filled his brain with agony and rage!

Sanguinius—what a perfect being!

He was excellent, powerful, virtuous, merciful, and compassionate, yet still capable of unleashing thunderous wrath. He was practically the very embodiment of "perfection," cherished by the Chaos Gods and the Emperor's most beloved son.

And what about him?

Before such a perfect being, he was the complete opposite: ugly, wrathful, vile—wait!

Sanguinius was like a mirror to him, reflecting his ugliness. In the eyes of the Blood God, he was little more than a replacement for that "perfect angel"!

"Don't you dare—mention him in front of me!!!"

Angron was consumed by fury, his massive form bearing down like a mountain.

Vrrrrrr!

The demonic artifact forged for him from the souls of a hundred