The Death of Sanguinius

Even Lox had no idea what madness Curze had succumbed to.

Although Curze had returned to the Imperium through a series of twists and accidents, he had always made himself utterly inconspicuous, not even as striking as his eldest son, Sevatar.

Though the other brothers no longer hated him, no one expected them to treat a former traitor particularly well. Likewise, the traitor Primarchs sneered that Curze was nothing more than a lowly betrayer.

They did not even care about Curze's betrayal of them, because in their eyes, their mad and pitiful Primarch brother was merely a sacrificial pawn.

Once used, he could be discarded. There was nothing to regret.

He was like a living ghost, wandering among his brothers while everyone ignored, despised, and mocked him.

Yet when Sanguinius's battered body appeared before them, the most furious one was neither Lion El'Jonson nor Leman Russ, but this ghost among the Primarchs.

Curze screamed in rage, his face twisted like a vengeful specter as he charged Horus without regard for his own life.

"You beast!"

The sudden outburst of the Night Haunter immediately drew Horus's attention. The Wolf Lord, who had long since completely fused the powers of the four Chaos Gods into his own, wore an amused expression.

"Curze."

"You traitor. You betrayed the Emperor, and you betrayed me as well."

"What? Are you trying to save Sanguinius?"

Curze ignored him. He gathered Sanguinius's broken body into his arms, trembling as he felt for his brother's heartbeat.

The heartbeat remained, but it was terribly weak, like a guttering candle in the wind that could go out at any moment.

Not long ago, the mighty Sanguinius had stood invincible upon the battlefield, slaughtering three Bloodthirsters in succession, Angron among them.

But now, he was so weak that even an ordinary