The Rock, A relic of an era long forgotten, rode the waves of the warp searching for activity, followed by a swarm of escorts and carriers; hualing six whole companies of astartes. All them claiming the titles of hero, conquer and defender. However these labels meant nothing to them, only one bar none they claimed was their own. Dark angels. The first, greatest and the best of adeptus astartes and the best among them was Azrael. He wore nothing but robesas he meditated within his own sanctum. With his role as chapter master there were scat moments he had for himself. Because of this none dared disturb him. He breathed deeply, his nostrils taking in the incense arranger in the room. Practicing a technique shown to him by a librarian he centerd himself in his all sensation in his body and slowly slowly becoming empty.

"MY LORD!". Burst in chief librarian Ezekiel. sending a jump straight up Azrael's spine. jumping from his sudden movement made his muscle painfully stiff .Willing his fists to clench reading himself for an attack.

"Fool I had asked one thing of you all and thi.."

"THE LION".He roared,Emerald green light came thundering out from the Libreime's eyes. "H..HE RISING!"

Azrael had to place his hand in front of his was the power that redationed of Ezekiel

That Azrael's own gene hanse eyes could not stare into the literal sea of green.

"What?"

His lips began to curl and beads of sweat started to flow down his face. Much to his his teeth in an effort to hold his growed he spoke "what madness is this!" He spat it out " the lion, our father for you to claim that this lie, this hersey is true?."

"This is no lie!"

The room shook with thunder of his voice " I will sho..show y..you" the light receded as blood began to flood out of Ezekiel's eye and the era's falling to the ground. Azrael rushed to his brother's side making sure his brother was ok. He still breathes but the blood won't stop flowing,I must get him to the medica. He thought. then will get down to the bottom of this lion business.

However what Azrael believed to be a unique event was a wide spread acrence to every dark angel 'Libreime' across the galaxy. Liybremise aboder ships and even in battle said the same thing

"THE LION,HE RISES."

For those in the later situation their bodys began to move in a way that could only be described as frame by frame. From being stationary to being engulfed in emerald light then killing every enemy that so much as got in range of their blade's, like a buzzsaw that ruined everything that came in it's path, heretics, aliens ,demons and champions of chaos. Nothing could stop them, before all dark angel libremiers begin fainting soon after in a pool of their own blood.

One dark angel completely unaware of all this walked the halls of the rock. Egear to begin his training he walked at a brick pace. Soon finding himself at a to the left lead to the armory right passage down a series of knew the rules of his chapter off by heart and in any other circumstances he would have just ignored the right side however he begin to hear heavy footsteps coming from the right passage. Mabey a chaplain, he left to complete his business. Stepping away the unseen foot falls grew louder. In response the hair in the back of the marin's neck began to siffin. praying it was not asmodai the marin walked faster. As he was about to round the corner he felt 'it'. The marine turned immediately to see the right side passage which was big enough to fit a dreadnought inhabited by a smaller yet infinitely more powerful being. IT, no he's green eye penetrating him with their intensity. Towering over him the ghint looked at the marin like a predator ready to pounce on its of years of training and will power shattered in an instant. The marins muscles moved like they were possessed. Kneeling to the one and only person he could call "father".