"I am Sanguinius, the Angelic Primarch, gene-son of the Emperor of Mankind."

Born beneath the twin suns of Baal, I rose from irradiated sands to command legions, to inspire billions, and to shape the fate of Humanity. A warrior, yes—but also a poet, a philosopher, and a brother to gods and monsters alike.

My legion, the Blood Angels, are not merely soldiers. They are artisans of war. We do not just conquer—we elevate, with the beauty of blade and form. Through loyalty, discipline, and self-mastery, we bring order to a galaxy plagued by ruin.

I have seen shadows on the horizon. Dreams troubled by crimson tides and a brother's fall. Horus, my kin, walks a path of damnation, though I pray to the Emperor it is not yet too late.

But until that day, I serve. I lead. I fly.

May my wings shield the innocent.
May my blade find only the guilty.
And should the stars burn red, I will not flinch.