Sanguinius and Angron Baby!!!!
Sanguinius was not afraid of his visions. He was not scared at the flashes of blood, of the pain he knew he was going to bare, he was not afraid that with every breath and every step that he took he was marching to his end.
He was not scared of that end. He was not scared of the one who would bring that end to him. He was not scared of death.
There was a certainty in every step he took, with every breath his lungs, and with every flag of his wings.
Sanguinius knew his fate.
And he did not fear it.
He walked to it.
There was no need for running because it waited for him.
It lurked in his mind, in his bones, in his dreams. He knew the hands of Horus before he knew his name. He knew his death before he knew how to live.
That knowledge. That truth of his life was not something that could been taken away from him.
At least that was what he thought.
A month ago his dreams – visons – changed.
Where once there was his blood and Horus' hands.
It was now a tired, smaller, Roboute laying in a pool of his own blood. There was a smile on his face and there was golden hands and dark, dark, eyes that tears fell freely from. Statues of a single man who's face was so familiar and yet he couldn't put a name to. Blood fell from those ever open, stone, eyes. There was the voices of his brothers and his own; all yelling over one another! A cacophony of voices overlapping with one another till there was no words to be heard! Till those voices were silenced and screams of Terra filled the air. He knew it was Terra because he watched it disappear from under his feet!
There was man.
He stood alone in a room full of mirrors and tapestries of he and his brothers. Some showed victories, others defeats. Many were of daily life, some of childhood, more of them with their sons.
The man stood with his back to Sanguinius. Long black hair fell down his back. Dress in black and red robes that were so loose and wrapped around his chest and hips it looked like he was going to step right out of them. He was barefoot and he stood in the middle of a skull with wings that were carved into the ground. His shoulders were bare and glowed under the fire light around them.
He turned to Sanguinius – he always did – and then Sanguinius woke up in a cold sweat and hearts that didn't calm. Black hair plastered to his face.
He never saw the face.
He didn't want to see that face.
There was more.
He knew there was more because the Man smiled and from what he could see of the lips: Sanguinius knew words were being spoken. He just didn't know what was being said.
He didn't know if he wanted to know what was being said.
That was a first of him.
The unease.
Was this what his brothers and sons and all those who could not know their fates felt?
He took a deep breath. And then another. He held it deep and then let it out.
He no longer saw his end.
"Father?" The voice of his son broke through the thoughts.
Sanguinius ran a hand down his face. "Yes?" He flinched at the sound of his own voice. Rough like sands of Baal and none of the kindness of the people lived on it.
The son on the other side of his door was silent. There was a moment before: "Father, we have received an urgent message from Captain Kharn. He says that Lord Angron requests your attention. Something has happened and he will only speak of it in person."
What?
Sanguinius dropped his hand and stared at his door.
What?
"I'll be out in a moment," he voice was better but still dry.
He slid out of his bed, a nest really, and stood there moment.
He blinked and went to his desk. Opening his top drawer and popping up the false bottom; he pulled out a journal. A pale journal that he had picked up when he had last visited home; pale sand gold and thick with paper. It had sat on his desk for days and months and he didn't do a thing with it – till a month ago of course. Now this simple journal held a truth he did not speak.
He added a tick next to the passage as he leaned over his desk. Seven tally marks. Seven times he had seen the same dream.
He reread that passage.
Questions. So many questions and no answers.
He sighed. His wings drooped and he walked over to his closet.
Angron had asked for him.
And he wouldn't keep him waiting.
–X–X–X–X–
It wasn't Angron who greeted him when the shuttle landed.
It was Kharn and the neverous chatter of his brothers.
Sanguinius was quiet as he followed Kharn. His own sons had spread out. They came to his planet to put end the Orks and while the moon and the vessels around it had met ends that he could not stop and both he and his brother were too late in saving most Hives. He could not fix that but he would bring an end to the Orks that led to this needless death and bring hope and justice to those that still lived.
The smell of blood drifted through the camp as they got closer to Angron's tent.
It wasn't odd, the smell of blood, it was a war zone and a World Eater's camp. Blood came with the package.
But that smell had a tinge to it.
It was hard to name the 'tinge'. Spicy? Heat? Just more of something? Most Astartes couldn't have smelled that 'tinge' whatever it was. But Sanguinius wasn't an Astartes and he was the father of the Blood Angels at that. He could smell it and that 'tinge' belonged to a Primarch.
Sanguinius looked at Kharn before looking at the tent that he could now see. He passed Kharn and left him and his sons in the dust as he moved from a walk to a sprint.
Primarch's should not have that much blood in the air.
Pushing the tent flap to the side, Sanguinius didn't ask nor wait from permission to see his brother.
"Brother," Angron greeted.
Angron sat on his bed. Normally that would have been fine, but – normally Angron's bed didn't have enough blood covering it to considered for a murder scene.
"What?" Sanguinius was looking at the pools of blood.
"I don't know." Angron was hesitating in his choice of words. Which was odd – Angron didn't pick his words for niceties or comfort.
Looking away from the blood he looked to his brother and froze.
Angron waved his hand. "I don't know." He said again. The hand that was waving was soon rubbing against a Nail less head. " I– I – Sang – what?" Tripping over his words, Angron struggled.
Sanguinius didn't know what to say. What do you say is the terms of something like this? His brother's torture device that removing had spelled his death and yet it was removed and his brother breathed. His brother breath! In a room full of blood that was his and – as Sanguinius threw himself to Angron to pull him into a hug – the smell of someone else.
"Are you well?" That was a stupid question to ask and he regretted it the moment it left his lips.
Angron returned his hug with hands that dug into the back of his shirt and Sanguinius was glad that he left his power armor on the shuttle. The laugh that was let out was watery, "It's quiet. It's quiet." A deep chocking breath. "I forgot how quiet it could be." A whisper, like he was scared that someone could over hear him, like someone could take what he said and use it as a weakness.
Sanguinius tightened his hold and wrapped his wings around them. His eyes took on a glint as he tucked Angron's head into his shoulder. Hiding him.
"We need Father," Sanguinius reached for his long distance vox. He sat on him hip and he could reach without completely letting his brother go.
Angron's hand stopped him. "Do we?" His words were muffled in Sanguinius' clothes.
"Why wouldn't we brother?" 'What do you fear?' was unspoken but heard loud and clear.
Angron didn't remove his head from where it was hidden and Sanguinius was content to wait for his brother to find his words. When it came to the Nails, Angron's words were often hard to find. He settled on glares, huffs, and the subconscious language of his body, to talk. He spoke when needed, when the words were too loud, and stumbled and butchered them in many ways. And now? Sanguinius will know his words without the pain in his mind and he will wait for however long it took for his brother to find his words.
Sadly, or maybe for the better, his Captain was not of that opinion.
"Father," Kharn said from the tent flap. "Captain says that if you don't contact your father within the next few moments she will." He looked own at his vox. His vox was lighting up and his face spoke of respectful fear as he watched it.
Angron huffed. "That woman."
"Captain Sarrin?" Sanguinius asked.
He felt more then saw Angron nodded his head.
"Father, I must insist that you –" Kharn held the vox out.
Angron it took as Sanguinius pulled away.
Kharn was a warrior renowed for his fighting and brutal warring. He may not be the first captain but he was treated as such by his father; and here he was, standing as far as he could without standing in the blood and still being in the tent as Angron answered his Captain.
"Lotara," Angron said.
Lotara?
A woman's voice echoed loud and clear. "Are you with your brother?"
"Yes."
"Has he contacted the Emperor?"
"No."
"Well tell him to! My Lord, it is a blessing you are still with us and frankly we need to make sure you stay that way!" They was a slight panic edge to her tone. "My Lord, please see to your health." She lowered her voice and breathing rather forcibly calm.
"Lotara, I feel fine!"
"My Lord," There was pause, "That was what you said during –" She cut herself off. "Angron, please."
Snaguinuis lifted a brow.
Angron?
Angron breathed out a sigh. "Father might take me from the field."
"Good! It'll be for you health! I rather lead this ship to battle without you then lead it knowing you got yourself killed over pride!"
"I won't die over pride!"
"Then what are you doing now!"
Kharn sway a bit, his eyes looking everywhere but his Father and Captain fighting, and Sanguinius took that time to step in.
"Captain Sarrin, you don't need to worry. I'm contacting Father now."
Angron's head whipped up from the vox. "Brother!"
"He needs to know." And it was with that he hit the call bottom.
The Primarchs have different voxs then what was normally available to the wider army and public. The voxs could contact the other voxs of the Primarchs, the Emperor, Malcodor, and the General Captain of the Custodes, both privately and in joint group calls, you could even see the face of those you were speaking to like they were in the room with you. The voxs only worked with voxs that it was paired to. They were barely used as a contact point between the Emperor and his sons, and the brothers barely used them between each other.
Sanguinius had the feeling that they were going to see a lot of use in the future.
"Sanguinius," His father's voice echoed from the vox.
Angron, still holding the vox Kharn had given him and with Captain Sarrin still on it, looked at the vox like it was a bomb about to go off.
"Father." Sanguinius greeted. "I have news."
"You were sent to Angron and his men. Has something happened?"
Sanguinius looked over at his brother. "The Oks have been repelled and my sons are helping him clearing out even more." He took a breath. How does one say this? "Someone – I believe Angron should be the one to tell you."
Angron looked betrayed as Sanguinius handed over the vox. "Well?" Their father asked.
There was silence.
"Someone snuck into Angron's tent and pulled out his Nails. They healed him." It was Captain Sarrin who filled the silence with facts.
"Lotara!"
"He needs to know my lord!"
"What?" The Emperor's voicw was blank. Hard.
Sanguinius stepped in. "Father, it is as she said. I am looking at Angron right. The Nails lay on the floor and he sits on the bed right now."
Angron looked at the vox. "My heads cold. I never thought that to be something to worry about."
"Oh?" Sanguinius asked.
"The Nails caused a lot of heat. I could stick my head in the freezer and still not cool down. Before that, I had hair." He waved at his head. "Now? I'm cold." He blinked down at the voxs. "Don't know how to feel about that."
"Scarfs," Captain Sarrin said. "Wrap your head in a scarf. It will help keep the heat and it's easy to remove. I have some in my cabin. I'll shall send some down in the next supply drop."
"Lotara, you don't need –" He cut himself off. "Thank you."
"Of course, my lord."
Sanguinius looked at Kharn who looking at him. Were they? Kharn must have read his thoughts on his face and shrugged.
Sanguinius coughed. "I'm sure most of that cold came with the blood loss."
Angron looked down at the floor. "That might be a possibility of course."
"Blood?" The Emperor's voice broke from the vox.
"Yes. There is a lot of blood." Angron answered him. "My blood clearly. It's on my bed, my clothes, on me, and on my floor." The way he spoke was like it was minor inconvenience about his day and not something life altering.
"There's someone's else here." Sanguinius jumped in.
"The intruder?"
"That very well could be."
"Why would they be bleeding though?" Angron put the voxs in his lap and looked at his hands. "Did I strike them when they pulled the nails out?" His hands were covered in blood. But it was his blood, Snaguinius knew that. "I don't think I did. Then again last night was a blurry mess?"
"Blurry mess?" Their father asked. There was shuffling on the other side of the Vox, papers moving and Malcodor's voice carried.
"Yes. It was –" he struggled with his words. "I had seen the intruder." He settled on. "I thought it was a hallucination. They had been getting more and more common and I thought thats what it was. I laid in bed and then it got closer and closer. It settled on the floor and after a few moments in reached for the Nails."
"Hallucination?" Sanguinius said. His voice nearly didn't sound like his own.
Angron waved his hand at him. "Side affect of surviving the Nails too long."
"What?"
Angron ignored him though. "Clearly it wasn't an hallucination. But still –" he looked over the side of his bed and tried to reach down.
"Stop! What are you trying to do?" Sanguinius grabbed his shoulder pulled him back to sitting up.
"The intruder sat on the ground. It wasn't looking at me it was looking at something else."
Kharn walked in and fell to his knees. He was looking under the bed and looking over the pools of blood. "I don't see anything under the bed but – I'll keeping looking, sir."
Their father spoke up. "You said there was the intruder's blood?"
"Yes."
"I want several samples of the blood of all the blood in that tent. I also need Picts that go with it."
Captain Sarrin spoke up. "I'll send Pict recorder down."
"Good." There was pause. "Sanguinius, do you only smell Angron's blood?"
Sanguinius took a deep breath. He let the iron and tinge of the Primarch's blood with his lungs. "No. There's another scent. But –" How could he put it?
"It smells like us?" Angron finished for him. He nodded at the look on his face. "That's what I thought too. The intruder smelt like us."
"Smelled like you?" Captain Sarrin asked. "Like Astartes?" Sanguinius didn't need to asked her to know where her thoughts were going.
"No," Angron answered. "It smelled like a Primarch."
That answer hung heavy in the air.
"Other then Sanguinius there was no other Primarch in the area." Captain Sarrin stated.
"I will check with your brothers to make sure they are where they said to be." The Emperor spoke. "Angron. Pull back and get back to your ship. I want you off that planet before the nightfall. Sanguinius you are taking control of the campaign."
"Yes, Father." Sanguinius and Angron spoke.
"Angron. We will speak of the Nails and your life with them when we meet." That was not a request.
And Angron understood it. "Yes, Father." he said again.
"Father," Kharn stood up. "Your dataslate." And handed it over.
"Huh, thats odd." He said as he wiped the blood off the screen.
"What?" Sanguinius leaned over and looked at it.
The screen was streaked with blood but nothing that wasn't easily cleaned with a cloth. The screen flickered on, it opened to Lorgar's sector and his current campaign.
"I'm fairly sure this wasn't what I was looking at last." He looked at Sanguinius. "I didn't look at this last night." He turned back to Kharn. "You found it where?"
Kharn knelt back down and pointed to a space that was now clean of blood. "It was right here."
"Why is it on Lorgar's campaign?"
It was then that one of Sanguinius' sons came to the tent. "Father, have you heard from Captain Virgil?"
Sanguinius's head jerked. "No. What's wrong?"
His son licked his lips. "His shuttle – it's missing. None of the twelfth Legion has seen him at all."
What?
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Hey Guys!!! So Here Sanguinius and Angron's reaction! If in writing this i became a Lotara and Angron shipper, thats for me to spread the joy! On that note i really liked how this played out.
Emps is hard to get a voice on, the Dark king easy, the Emp of mankind? Not so much!
This has to be one of the longer chps I post on here. Hopefully in a few days we will get the official chapters being pumped out. This one might not change at all between this and getting published on AO3...
Thoughts?
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