Prologue
Surtur's Reach, a feral, and primitive world plagued by cruel beasts. However, its people lived in a feudal system, bound by marshall honor. The young boys of this planet were brought up and trained to protect their villages from the beasts, as fierce and unyielding knights. It was this culture that the Dark Angels, the first Space Marines created by the Emperor of Mankind, sought to recruit from this world. One such child they had added to their numbers would develop into a stout warrior named Samandriel.
At a glance, there was nothing that made him remotely impressionable. But when he's given a weapon and gear, it was another story. He was death in the shape of a young lad, bested by few, sitting amongst his fellow peers as the top trainees of his generation. Perhaps it was because of this that he and his peers received, what his people referred to as, The Calling. When a boy had excelled in all fields he was expected to learn, he would be selected by the Dark Angels to join them as one of their own in their crusade against humanity's enemies, but at the cost of leaving his old life behind, for once you had received The Calling there was no coming back. When his time came, it was hard for Samandriel to say goodbye to his family, he cried with them and told them he loved them, and he promised to fight for every one of them.
Days had become years, and years had become decades during his time as a Neophyte, his drive to excel carrying him through, as he fought from one cthonic world to another. Finally, after so long he has ascended into a full Battle-Brother, and now he had to prove his worth one final time. He and his company embarked on a journey to the hive-world of Ion, to participate in a crusade of liberation from massive Chaos Space Marine warbands, all led by a powerful Chaos Champion. With resolve coursing through his veins, he felt more than ready to take on this terrible threat, or die trying. He was a Dark Angel, after all.