1. Terra Zuriel wished he could take pride in the praises given to his brothers and himself from the Exalted Herald. Under any other circumstance he would have been ecstatic, praising Sanguinius for such a blessing. All's he felt now though was a bitter emptiness, overwhelming grief, and undying rage. The only thing he wanted to do was rend apart the kin-slayers with his bare hands, feel their blood spatter on his face as he rent their flesh. Finally Zuriel collapsed onto hiss knees, unable to take the pain of it all anymore. Tears gently streaming from his eyes, he looked across the blasted and hellish landscape that was now Terra. Blood flowed through the sacred streets, an untold number of innocent civilians. Loyal brothers, cut down and mutilated. And his Primarch, his Father, the Angel amongst angels, was dead, slain by his own beloved brother. This changed everything. The Imperium would never be the same after this, and neither would his Legion. 2. Time Jump Wounds healed slowly after the horrors of Terra, but to be on blessed Baal once more, surrounded by his Legion was comforting for Zuriel. When he was approached by the Sanguinary Priesthood, Zuriel stood in complete shock. He, a lowly battle brother, not long ago a mere scout, was to be made one of the spiritual leaders of the Blood Angels!? He was unworthy, but he would never question the will of the High Priest, and eagerly accepted the position. As an initiate, Zuriel kept the colors of his armor, but was given pure white robes to adorn at all times, whether in his power armor or not. Underneath were many tattoos. Across his back were the markings of many names, the most noticeable being Nyktos, Turtes Shen, and Ulciscor. The most prominent one though was etched across his heart, a single Angel, surrounded by droplets of blood, a memento to his beloved father. He also followed Savarl in getting the red skull mixed with his brothers blood, placing it at the top of his chest, right below his neck to show his undying loyalty and love for his blood brothers. When not with his squad in training, meditations, or simply spending time with them, Zuriel was constantly following Jericho, one of the elder Sanguinary Priests, answering only to the High Priest himself. Having served alongside Sanguinius himself, Jericho taught Zuriel much about the teachings of their father, of his will for his sons and Legion. He also spent much time teaching him how to properly care for wounded brethren, something Zuriel wasn't as well versed in, but took well to. He also very much enjoyed using his Exsanguinator as a secondary weapon, already testing it against his brother in the cages. That was fun. 021.M31 - Zuriel stood motionless as he was awaiting to be addressed, but inside he was reeling. The Legion had healed enough. While the new... problem remained an issue, they were ready to launch a true and righteous war. A crusade to bring death and retribution to the kinslayers. He looked over to his sergeant, and saw only the smallest hint of worry as he looked at the assembled Legion and their own squad. He knew what the issue was, and had the same fear. He placed a mailed mist on his shoulder and giving him a reassuring shake. No words were exchanged, but the message was clear. Nothing will divide us. They were blood brothers, more than just a squad. They were bound to each other, and nothing would separate him from them. However the news he received hit him like a hammer blow. Divide the Legion? Had they not suffered enough, had they not given everything they had to the Imperium. Now they sought to break their brotherhood, this was an outrage! "WHAT RIGHT DOES GUILLIMAN HAVE TO ORDER THE BLOOD ANGELS, ONLY THE BLESSED EMPEROR HIMSELF HAS SUCH AUTHORITY!" Zuriel was one of the few to show their outrage so evidently, but there it was. This hit was nearly as painful as the loss of their father. Zuriel would not forget what the Ultramarine's did to his Legion. But his reservations were quickly silenced when the mention of Traitors arose. A fierce scowl grew on his face. This was the only foe worth their time, and as Tathamet continued to speak, Zuriel only grew more excited as he realized they would be completely dedicated to hunting down the Arch-Enemy! No more wasting time with wretched Xenos. No, they would butcher every kin-slayer that still dared to tread foot in the Emperor's galaxy, and wherever else they would try and hide. "BY OUR BLOOD, HIS WILL IS DONE!" Zuriel cried out, filled with excitement now, the loss of his Legion not hurting as badly anymore, as he became a Sanguine Templar. The sons of Sanguinius would always be united, but he belonged with the Templars. Forge- Zuriel shifted around uncomfortably at first as the old colors of his Legion were stripped from him. But after looking at his new armor, he found it oddly suiting, showing the grief and rage that would always haunt them. Satisfied with new paint and symbols, he turned to join his squad. He was happy to see Savarel smiling, it was a rare sight. "Eager for me to best you, eh brother?" He teased as he nudged him with his Exsanguinator. "We are with you as always."
Terra: @Keidivh "Aye brother, it turned out that spear carried quite a big kick, didn't expect that to happen really," Diabel smiled back, looking at where his arm used to be. "But it doesn't matter. It was a great team effort, I couldn't have done it without your help and despite knowing that we won, all of this still leaves a bad taste in my mouth...Who knows what the future holds for us?" Time jump: Diabel stood in the armory, fully clad in his new blue power armor. His white hair grew longer over the years, now falling freely past his shoulders and on his back. His skin also grew a bit paler due to the usage of his powers, that, his long fangs and yellow eyes giving him a bit of a macabre look although he kept his regal pose and aristocratic demeanor inherited from his Father, which kept his overall looks sorta balanced. He was also rewarded with his own force sword which usually glowed with faint blue light, but when in combat in burst into angry orange for that was the color of Diabel's anger when it got heated up. He also spent a lot of time with his mentor, the Librarian Zaphen, who thought him to better control his pyromantic powers as well as learn the skills of telepathy and divination, filling the role of Lexicanium quite nicely. 021.M31: Alongside his powers, his personality grew and changed over the years as well. Hearing the news about Guilliman's book made Diabel's lips twist in a scowl. ""Guilliman thinks he knows the best, but where was he when we bled on Terra? While our Father fought alongside the Emperor against the Arch Traitor Horus, trice-cursed his name, Guilliman and his sons were on the other side of the galaxy, playing with their cities and creating a kingdom of their own. To hell with their edicts and rules, Zuriel is right - he has no power over us." His worries were clenched a bit once Tathamet spoke about the Lords of the Blood Angels accepting this and creating a new Chapter where all of them would be allowed to seek their vengeance upon the damned and the wicked. He nodded solemnly and walked with the rest to the forge where he would oversee them paint their armor in colors of the new brotherhood. Forge: After getting the new symbol on his shoulder, Diabel followed the rest of his squad towards the training cages, ready to do some training and vent his anger into a combat dummy or two. "Why do I have the feeling we won't see Baal for quite some time after this day?"
Time Jump The seven years since Terra and the end of the Heresy had seen Viserys change, becoming one of the Legion's Assault Marines. With his favoured loadout of dual-wielded bolt pistols he truly became an Angel of Death, descending from the skies of countless worlds to hammer the traitor and the alien. 021.M31 Assembled in the hanger bay of The Cleansing Spear, with rumours of what Guilliman and his codex could mean racing throughout the Legions, Viserys was ambivalent about the breaking up of the Blood Angels and the other loyalist formations. The amount of smaller units each Legion had divided into whilst pushing back the threats faced by the Imperium was immense and it made sense to formalise the arrangement. What sat ill with the Assault Marine was the codifying of everything: how specific situations had specific tactics. It all felt robotic and detached to Viserys, something a general who led from far behind the front would use. The reorganization of the Blood Angels present into the Sanguine Templars, under the formidable Tathamet, and their objects of their wrath called a roar from Viserys, the Assault Marine's cry lost among the din. Making his way through the warriors of the new 'Chapter' Viserys fell into line with Savarel and the others that had been his squad-mates since his induction. The Forge @Colapse | The repainting of his armour, crimson on the pauldrons and jet-black everywhere else, solidified the feeling of total change. No longer would he ever be mistaken for a Blood Angel, no longer destined to return to Baal and the lands of his birth. A sad smile made its way onto his face as he followed Savarel into the training range, unlimbering his battered chainsword as he approached a duelling servitor. "Baal will still be there for us brother, even if it does take forever to get home."
@Colapse @Avenging-Angel Zuriel's grin turned into a frown, if only momentarily. He hadn't even thought about never seeing his beloved home again. Never walk on the blasted, irradiated sands again. It was a strange thought. "Baal will always be our home Diabel, and Viserys is right. We may see it again. But our home is here, with each other. Wherever you all are, that is where I belong." There was arenewed vigor in his voice, his smile returning once more. That was the truth. He would always love and venerate Baal, always be loyal to his brother Chapters. But this is where he belonged.
"I wouldn't get too cocky Zuriel. Believe I've had more time to put into learning the ins and outs of our new armor than you have, oh honored Sanguinary Priest. Just try not to trip over the dress brother. " Savarel turned his head part way to the side in address to both of his brothers' questions. His face didn't darken as Diabel brought up home, smile dipping to a thin, thoughtful line. "Were we really ever going to see home again in a meaningful capacity brother Diabel? This is a new age we're entering, a darker one, but new none the less. We carry a new name, new heraldry and now the Great Crusade is dead, an entirely different path lays ahead of us and we must meet with all the same enthusiasm as before. It's a second chance after the betrayal, I can't make the lot of you think as I but I fully intend to embrace these opportunities. " A fresh start, it was easier to look forward to that than to simmer in the past for Savarel.
Time Jump The seven years since Terra and the end of the Heresy had seen Haimon change, becoming one of the Legion's Techmarines. With his absence from the Legion to get training on Mars everything was so different for him that he hid in the back of crowds.. 021.M31 Assembled in the hanger bay of The Cleansing Spear, with rumours of what Guilliman and his codex could mean racing throughout the Legions, Haimon was uneasy about the breaking up of the Blood Angels and the other Legions. The amount of smaller units each Legion had divided into whilst pushing back the threats faced by the Imperium was immense and it made sense to formalise the arrangement. What sat ill with this Techmarine was the breaking of brotherhood of the Legion. It all felt detached to Haimon, something a person who didn't know the closeness of a Legion. The reorganization of the Blood Angels present into the Sanguine Templars, under the formidable Tathamet, and their objects of their wrath called a smile from Haimon. Making his way through the warriors of the new 'Chapter' Haimon fell into line at the back of Savarel and the others that had been his squad-mates. The Forge The repainting of his armour, crimson on the pauldrons and jet-black everywhere else, solidified the feeling of total change. Then Haimon took his place among the other Techmarines to perform the same rights for his new 'Chapter'. " This is the will from up on high so it will be done. By Blood and Brotherhood, we are now Sanguine Templars."
@DeranVendar @Colapse @Jolojose @Keidivh @Avenging-Angel @TechCaptain While the squad still spoke to each other of the changes to come, a figure walked into the room and called out, "Sergeant Savarel, assemble your squad on me." The figure were no helm, but his eyes and face were far more fierce than that of any helm. On his neck, from ear to ear, was a scar from a severe wound he had received at some point. Over the top of the scarred flesh on his neck were tattooed the words 'Qui Enim Mortuus Est' or 'For Those Who Died'. His hair was the traditional blonde of the descendants of Sanguinius, but it was cut far shorter and combed over to his right. His face was adorned in the marks of battle. On his waste hung a single, black plasma pistol on the right side. While on his left side side hung a power axe, who's handle was crimson and blade a shiny silver. Once Savarel got the rest of the squad to the figure's front, the figure spoke once more, "I am Captain Gilad of the Seventh Company. Or soon to be better known as, The Witch Hunters. You have all been assigned to my company under recommendation from Grand Master Tathamet. And though he may have saw it fit for you to be under my command, you all will quickly prove yourselves to me or find somewhere else to be." The captain then pointed to the scar on his neck, "Now, I do not know about each of you but I fully intend on settling on a few debts that have yet to be paid. If that is your intent as well, then you shall have a home under my command." Gilad then lowered his hand and paced slightly, "I know you all maybe wondering why 'The Witch Hunters'. That is simple, for my company and myself shall be the ones to settle debts with the false god of chaos, Tzeentch and it's servants. Questions?"
Having heard the name of the company he was about to serve in, Diabel raised an eyebrow. One could get the name like the Captain said, or one could get another kind of an impression, especially those outside the Chapter. "I guess I'll fit right in then," Librarian sneered, "Fight fire with fire and all that."
Haimon stepped up next to Diabel and placed a hand on his shoulder. The cog device on his read robe clear. " Yes, brother. You will always fit with us. My technical skills to your sorcery. Captain, it is more than debt to repay. They are traitors and should stand by their crimes. We will seek justice more than punishment. We seek to avenge, aye, but to also to safeguard our own."
"I'd be lying if I said the name didn't have a stink of religious dogma to it Captain. That does nothing to change the fact that we Templars stand by your side and are ready to prosecute justice upon those who have betrayed us and dared to harm our Imperium. Simply point us in the right direction and work shall be done. " Savarel stood at attention as Captain Gilad presented himself. Eyes flickering toward Diabel he saw no need to reprimand the librarian, neither agreeing or disagreeing with his concerns for now. "When is our next deployment? I believe we're all eager to return to war, let the new colors fly and begin establishing ourselves as equal to our brothers whom still hold the old legion name. " Old, it felt sour on the tongue in a way. Whether it was due to some unaddressed jealousy or a new found disdain Savarel couldn't tell.
