Prologue

Sanguinius was pincered in Horus's grasp, his talon's grip tightening. The Angel's body mangled and shattered, his jaw broken, and half his face flayed loose. Sanguinius looked deeply at Horus, who was looking back. What was his brother.. No, this thing thinking? Was he expecting a last statement? Well, there wouldn't be one. The Angel's throat was drowning with his own blood, and his mouth was leaking it as well. He couldn't speak, even thinking was hard. Everything hurt, his body, his bones, his mind, it all hurt. He continued to look unspokenly into the face of the traitor in front of him.

The Angel saw the look in Horus Lupercal's eyes, the creature he once called brother would kill him. No doubt his body would get desecrated or disrespected or both by the legions of demons and traitors Horus commanded. This made him internally grimace, of course, it didn't show on his face. Afterall, half of it was flayed, the only thing holding it back from falling was the other intact side.

Suddenly, he felt tightening around his neck, it got tighter, and tighter. Sanguinius, The Angel, The Brightest One, Primarch of the Blood Angels would die by the hands of his traitorous and corrupt brother. By the snapping of necks no less.

Crackle

Crack

Snap, Snap

With the sounds of slow cracking, and two snaps. The Angel died on the flagship of the Leader of the Heresy against the Imperium of Man. But the fate of Sanguinius would not end here.

Chapter 1: The Fallen Angel

Patricia was frightened and scared beyond belief. The Slavers who had kidnapped her, Mary, and the other Orphans caught her during the attempt to escape with Mary. That didn't matter though, Mary got away. Patricia had held them back long enough for her friend to escape. But what were they going to do to her? They dragged her against the floor, in front of the other Orphans.

"Alright, you little shit, we're gonna make an example of you!" The Slaver dragging her said with pure hatred and rage.

Another Slaver came out, rolling in a surgeon's table with all sorts of tools meant for torture. When Patricia saw this, her heart sank. Not only were they going to torture her, but in front of the Orphans?

She was then tied to a chair that another Slaver rolled in, she shrieked and fought. Patricia wouldn't just submit and let it happen. She would give them a fight but as the young girl fought and pulled. The hopelessness, the dread, the fear came in. Patricia couldn't fight them off, they were too strong, too many, and too cruel.

When Sanguinius woke up, he didn't expect where he was or in fact how he got there. Truthfully, The Angel wasn't expecting to wake up at all, he believed he was dead. But here he was, falling down from the atmosphere of a planet. His arms, The Blade Encarmine and Spear of Telesto were in his grip. His body, and most importantly his wings were fine besides the painful aching coming from them. This first brought confusion to Sanguinius's mind, but that'd be overshadowed and overwhelmed with the memories of his Brother's Heresy. The Angel fell into a great depression and sorrow. Not even bothering his fly, he allowed himself to fall. Fall for his failure to his Father, to his Brothers, to his Children, and to his People. He had failed them and died from the hands of Horus.

When Sanguinius finally slammed into the ground, creating a giant crater. He didn't get up at first, but The Angel wasn't so weak minded to just fall into dread. Sanguinius had to do something, even if the horrors of the Heresy and his fight with Horus haunted him. When The Angel got up from the crater he made, he was infuriated.

Laws in the Imperium forbid and harshly punish those who would commit inhumane acts against one's own race, Man, so things like slavery. But to his shock, and utter fury. What occurred in front of him was breathtakingly outrageous. Not only did he see humans in cages with chains, but a girl strapped into a chair, in preparation to be tortured as well? The fuel to raging flame was that the ones caged and abused were all CHILDREN, not to mention that the perpetrators were all HUMANS. Their expressions were unreadable to Sanguinius's eyes due to the fact that he was seeing red and fury.

One of the Slavers spoke up, "Who.. What are yo-" But he was cut short.

Swoosh and splash

That was the only thing heard when Sangunius slammed his sword into the man, splitting him like two. The comparison was like a heated long sword slicing through butter. The other Slavers couldn't even react. This man.. No Angel was like a golden blur. The Slavers couldn't even react nor did they have time to. Sanguinus punctured a man with his spear like a Eagle impaling his prey on a fence. Then he decapitated two men at once with a single swing of Encarmine.

In a flash, The Angel demolished all the Slavers as if they were nothing but pebbles to a mountain. Sanguinius' rage and fury soon died down with the killing of the Slavers, they were lucky. If it was Conrad Curze.. Their fate wouldn't have been pleasant or quick.

The Angel then touched his head and fell to his knees, dropping his spear. What had come over him? Of course those men deserved to die but the rage he was feeling? It was unnatural. But The Angel would soon come to a conclusion, he was so broken by what had happened on Horus's flagship that he let all his rage and anguish on the Slavers. He'd snap out of his thoughts when he heard a voice, a tiny, slightly weak, but young voice.

"U-Uh.." It said meekly and sheepishly, "T-Thank you for saving us.. I-I'm Patricia.." Said the young, stuttering voice.

Sanguinius would raise his head to her, slight sorrow in his eyes apparent. This expression didn't last as The Angel showed her a somewhat forced but gentle smile. He at first said nothing, he was glad to see this child unharmed. But looking at her and the others reminded him of his failures with other planets. The corpses of not just Men. Women, and.. Children flashed through his mind. These memories influenced Sanguinius to lower his head with a remorseful grimace.

But the young girl, now known as Patricia, spoke up, "Wait, what's wrong? Are you okay?" her voice no longer had the sheepishness and stuttering like before but instead a tone of genuineness in it.

This response from her brought Sanguinius's head back up, his face had a expression of conflict before the gentle smile came back. "It's nothing, Young One.." The Angel spoke before standing up and grabbing his spear. He walked gently to Patricia, she was first hesitant but that disappeared when Sanguinius cut her free.

"T-Thank you.." She managed to stutter out, "Can you free the Orphans?" Patricia soon added, pointing to the cages with the children in it.

Sanguinius nodded, walking up to every cage, cutting off the locks, and gently removing the chains on the children. Once he was sure that he freed all of them, he watched them gather around the girl named Patricia. They seemed to be muttering something amongst each other, Sanguinius could easily have heard what they were talking about but held back. It was not his business and he truthfully didn't care, his head slowly drooped down. He began to remember

Only when he sensed the children turning and looking at him did he raise his head. Some of them looked flustered, others shy, and the majority seemed to want to say something but couldn't. Most of them seemingly got frustrated at their lack of bravery, which amused The Angel enough to make him smile. Although he was also curious and despite how much he found it amusing, he didn't want to wait too long for the children to speak.

"Well? What is it, Young Ones? You may speak your mind." The Angel said, an almost perfect, otherworldly smile on his face.

Patricia soon spoke up, seemingly to take the place of a 'representation' of the group of children, "We just wanted to thank you! And.. well, w-we were wondering if you're an Angel?" She said with loud thankfulness but slowly softer when the question was brought up.

Sanguinius simply stared at the children, he had no words. Instead, The Angel was contemplating both his answer and circumstance. Sanguinius understood to them, he was a holy figure that fell from the sky and saved them for the inhumane Slavers. He was their savior, but he was no holy figure, he did not serve under a greater god. No, he was a man, like his sons, like his father. So, Sanguinius would not lie, in fact, he wanted to stomp out any possibility of the children thinking him a servant of a God.

"No.." He finally answered, "I am not a literal Angel, I am but man." Sanguinius stated simply but gently. Afterall, they were children, young ones who were in awe and reverence to his form. To them, they might've considered him a messiah if they were older and more knowledgeable.

Some of the children were confused still, but Sanguinius understood. Afterall, his form, appearance, and even aura itself gave off divinity. The Angel, knowing this, moved closer to the children. He was no Vulkan, but it didn't mean he wasn't compassionate and gentle. As he knelt down in front of the children, he gently rested his hand on Patricia's head whilst extending his hand to the others.

Sanguinius gave them an expression of genuine compassion and warmth, in return, the children touched his hand. These events made him remember conversations he would have with Vulkan. The Primarch of the Salamanders, who was also his brother, spoke about humanity and life, everything to the Men and down to the little Newborns. The Angel loved his brothers, and he loved Vulkan. Only the emperor knows if Vulkan is still alive or not but it didn't mean his memory would be forgotten.

The Angel would soon get cut from his thoughts of his brother by the young girl who he patted his hand with. "Mr Angel- or no, Sir, but we didn't catch your name!" Patricia said, seemingly still shy but more energetic.

Sanguinius flashed her a warm smile, "I am Sanguinius." he stated softly, his smile not faltering a bit.

The Angel stood back up, slightly catching Patricia and the children off guard. "Young ones, do you happen to know where we are?" questioned Sanguinius, his tone still soft and gentle.

"I think.. I think we're in the Slave Trader's base, I overheard they were going to relocate us to New Meridian.." One of the children spoke up.

This answer made Sanguinius tense up, 'Slave Traders?' he thought with fuming rage, '..So there's more of these.. Filth.'

But before The Angel could ask anymore questions, a loud alarm came blaring. Not just in the room but seemingly in the whole base itself. Sanguinius was fast to react, he first clenched his spear and sword. Before turning to the children, "You need to find cover and hide." He stated matter of factly.

Patricia understood what was happening and acted quickly, "Yes Sir!" She responded to Sanguinius. The young girl then turned to the children and started to direct them around, finding spots and places to hide.

Sanguinius watched all of them hide, he wanted to make sure not a single one was in sight. After making sure, he stood in front of the entrance of the room, just staring. The Angel's face and body was almost motionless. The fact was simple, no matter how many there were.. They were going to die.

The door opened, multiple armed men with both heavy and light arms, a couple even had rocket launchers. Despite this, Sanguinius wasn't even phased. His face rested into a neutral expression. The armed men in front of them however, were in awe and fear. The Angel didn't blame them, to them he was a Giant muscular man, with immaculate golden armor, angel wings, and weapons the size of their bodies. To them, he was either an Angel or a God.

But to their horror, The Angel wouldn't give them time to stare. In a blur of gold, he cut a man and his gun half with one swipe of his blade. The two halves of the body fell like a ragdoll, limp. Judging from the expressions, the other armed men couldn't believe that just happened. Sanguinius could smell a slight tint of Ammonia from some of the armed men.

He didn't care though, he instead acted. Raising up his spear arm, aimed it at the man with the rocket launcher. The armed men were snapped back into reality, but this would be futile because in another golden blur. The spear was launched across the hallway in a speed that was faster than thunder itself into the man armed with the rocket launcher. It skewered him and then armed gunman behind him.

Sanguinius moved again, his blade cutting through them as if they were nothing. Bodies split into two and even three, he moved in a golden blur that could only be compared to a flowing river. In mere seconds the armed men were slaughtered, only three men remained. Their pants were soiled in their own filth and two of the men were cowering on the ground.

The Angel walked closer to the men, "Where is your leader." he didn't ask but stated.

The man who wasn't cowering, pointed his gun to Sanguinius, "L-like hell w-we're gonna tell y-you!" he said, barely being able to spew the words out.

Sanguinius merely stared at the man, he'd admit, the goon's bravery was commendable. But he served the wrong people and that is why he had to die. Sanguinius punched the gunman, with

such force and speed that the human eye couldn't even process it. With that punch, the gunman's head flew off.

With that show of force, Sanguinius heard the whimpering and yelps from the two other cowering men. This prompted The Angel to look at them again, "Where is your leader." he stated once more, his body giving off an aura of absolute death.

"H-he's.. In t-the main c-corridor, y-you'll know w-when you see it!' The man barely said. Sanguinius didn't even show the slight sigh of acknowledgement before he lifted his blade and swiped through both of them.

The Angel then moved quickly and efficiently. Although what he saw did not please him, he saw more human slaves in cages. This only angered him, and the more opposition that came towards him were slaughtered like lambs. Sanguinius promised himself that he'd come back and free those souls inside those cages. But for now, the leader of these slave traders would pay the price under imperial law.

It only took a couple of minutes for Sanguinius to find the room that held the leader of the Slave Traders. To call his arrival to the room anything less than a walk in a breeze wouldn't do it justice, the only hard part during the duration was finding the room. The armed men sent towards him weren't strong at all. Their bullets couldn't even penetrate his skin, in his eyes, their weapons were primitive and weak.

A simple light push broke through the doors, it was obviously locked and baracaged. But it was nothing compared to The Angel's strength so he just breezed through it. Once he finally got through, he was greeted with at least 10 armed men with heavy weapons whilst their leader was hiding behind them.

There would be a difference between these armed men and the ones before them. They seemed more professional and more heavily armed. It wasn't Space Marine worthy but enough for Sanguinius to quickly make an assessment. But then, they fired.

Bullets rained on The Angel, rockets fired and slammed into him. But it was nothing, instead, Sanguinius was thinking. The bullets rained, and he was thinking about the heresy.. About his death. He couldn't exactly wrap his head around why this made him remember it but it made Sanguinius sick. He understood that his death left an impact on him, and that impact still remained, it started to haunt him like it did now.

Memories flashed in Sanguinius's eyes and mind. His death played again and again, this didn't scare him or give him a mental breakdown. It was just the replay of it, the creature he once knew as his brother killing him unsettled him. It also made him sad, The Angel didn't want to remember his brother, someone he used to love, killing him. It made him sick and sad, it also made him feel homesick.

Soon, the memory of his Father, Brother, and Legion came to his mind which caused a frown to rise on Sanguinius's face, he wondered what happened to them. The Angel recalled a few of his brothers dying and an almost uncountable amount of his legion dying. Sanguinius didn't have time to mourn them, nor would he show any weakness, not at that time. But now, he was alone.

Tears started to form, so many lost… so many dead… their dreams and peace would never come. Sanguinius would mourn them, but first, the enemy ahead of him must die.

Another thought came to Sanguinius's mind when he raised his arms. How come these men are alive to ruin lives and commit crimes against their own kind, when his brothers and sons died to protect humanity? This thought infuriated The Angel. With a loud,- roar, he flew to these men.

With a swift swipe, he cut four men in half.

With a jab, he impaled two.

His wings flapped, he shrugged off the men on his spear.

They kept firing, they thought they still had a chance.

Rage burned, Sanguinius striked.

With a kick, he raptured a gunman's chest.

Another stroke of his spear, another dead.

Two left, one swing, two dead.

Sanguinius stood there, staring at the carnage he made, there was something about the blood on the ground that brought a dryness in his mouth. He was thirsty? For… Blood? No, he overcame it, it's not possible.

But the thirst said otherwise. Sanguinius' heart sank in that moment, something that he overcame and discarded, came back?

But he was soon cut off from his shock with a cowardly sound, he turned to it. Their leader layed on the ground, whimpering. If this was a simple, helpless, and decent man, Sanguinius would've felt pity for him. But the man's crimes spoke for himself. The Angel slammed his spear into the ground, resting it upwards and straight. With another swift motion, he grabbed the man by the throat. But he pauses..

The leader's whimpers and cries barely come out, "Argh, w-what d-d-do you w-want?! Mo-Money?!?"

The Slave Trader continues to gargle some other useless splatter and words but it doesn't reach The Angel. Instead, Sanguinius is in frozen pain. Memories of his own death reappear in his head, Horus gripping him by the throat, his mangled body, laughter and whispers from daemons and traitors, his death. It burned through his mind like an unending flame.

"I-is it about t-the Medicis?!" The Slave Traitor barely lets out with the tightening of Sanguinius's grip.

But the man's words get through to the Angel, who pauses his tightening, "Who and what about them." Sanguinius stated in a deadly and unquestioning tone.

After multiple attempts to speak and stutter, the man finally reveals the truth, "The Medici Mafia are the ones who hired me and my crew!" He said, almost pleadingly.

Sanguinius ponders the information given to him before speaking, "Where is this.. Mafia." The Angel asked, his tone not changing at all.

"They're in New Meridian! I- I can-" The man shrieks with false belief of his usefulness. Instead, he was gutted before he could speak. Blood pours from his stomach, the grip around his throat is slowly unraveled as Sanguinius pulls his hand back. With a swipe up, the man is cut in half from stomach to head.

The Angel watches the body fall, his eye slightly twitches, not from what he did. But for what he must do. Many are suffering in this world, and he must save them, he must lead them to the light. He turns and walks away from the carnage, his gracefulness and beauty more apparent with his strode.

Sanguinius continues on his walk before finding the rest of the slaves. They look up to him, pure and unadulterated hope in their eyes. He frees them from their cages, and unchains them. He notices how some even get on knees and start mumbling some prayer. This unsettles him but he continues to free these people. After all of them are uncaged and unchained, they stare at him like he was some sort of god.

He clears his throat, "Ahem, one of you, go to the room to the far left in that hallway and tell the children they don't need to hide."

Mumbling from the crowd of newly freed people is moved around before one of them speaks up, "Of course, your- uhm, your holiness.". The man who spoke up was a grizzled, dark skinned, man who looked like he was in his 40s.

This almost brings out a snort from Sanguinius, "No need to call me that, I am no God or Saint or Literal Angel, I am a Man like you all." The Angel said with a graceful smile. This 'revelation' brought shocked noises from the crowd, and the man who called him 'your holiness' looked even more shocked.

"What? Really? Who are you then?" The man asked with genuine curiosity and shock. This brought a smile to Sanguinius' face. The nativity was amusing but The Angel was understanding. He placed his hand on the man's shoulder, "I am Sanguinius." He said with grace and compassion, "I know what you've been through.. What you've all been through, and now, you are all safe." The Angel said with a beautiful smile.

Sanguinius had changed the subject with that statement. Not because he didn't like what he heard but what they needed to hear. Some of the people had a shaky smile, some cheered, and some cried. The man in front of Sanguinius on the other hand, was in reverence and awe.

"Sir, if you will allow me to say my name.." The man said with a hint of sheepishness.

Sanguinus nodded, "What is your name?" The Angel asked with a smile.

"I am Kharin.. And I have no last name." The man stated, with awe still in his voice. To Kharin, he had never met someone so strong, so beautiful, so perfect being so humble. This experience was not only new and unexpected but also welcomed with open arms.

"It's a pleasure, now then, go tell those children that have no need to hide any longer." Said Sanguinius with a graceful smile. He watched Kharin nod, before running towards the hallway where the children were.

The Angel turned back to the crowd of people. At first, he didn't know what to say, so instead, he thought of things that needed to be done. First things first, Sanguinius needed to find out their names, information, and what they can do. Secondly, they needed to clean the place up. Sanguinius wanted to leave and find a settlement at first, but he didn't have the heart to leave these people. Not to mention he didn't know what planet he was on, no less where he was on the planet.

So he started, Sanguinius shortly got all the newly freed slaves' names. Then he began to lead and instruct the people. Cleaning the bodies, finding any weapons, and establishing a settlement. Sanguinius was fairly confident there were no other armed men, but he wanted to make sure.

By the time Sanguinius gave the crowd the instructions. Kharin along with Patricia and the other children had emerged. Judging from Kharin's face, it had not been easy to convince the children to come out from their hiding spots. This amused The Angel, a slight smile came rising from his face.

Although there was one thing that caught Sanguinius off guard, it was Patricia, and she was running up to him. He didn't know why she seemed… so happy. The expression Patricia had on her face, the glimmer in her eyes, she was glad to see him.

Once Patricia reached him, she hugged his leg tightly. Sanguinius knelt down as well, putting one of his arms around her. To him, it was welcomed. It genuinely looked like she was glad to see The Angel. But it was also amusing, she was about 4'5 in height and Sanguinius was more than double her height. In fact, Sanguinius towered over most people, he was 9'6 afterall.

The young girl finally spoke, letting go of him, "I'm glad you're safe, Mr. Sanguinius!" Patricia said in a mix of cheerful and thankful tone.

The Angel felt a sudden rush of relief flow through him, this child brought something back into him. Something that was almost lost and suppressed during his battle against his traitorous brothers and the cryptic being that supported them. It was… Joy, no, more than that, it was hope. Hope for humanity, its future, and its progress. Of course, he wouldn't just put blind faith behind this girl. But it was something.

Sanguinius smiled back at Patricia, patting his hand on her head, "Likewise, young one." he said whilst caresing her head in a manner that could only be described as fatherly.

Patricia smiled brightly before letting go of him. She seemed more cheerful and lively in Sanguinius's eyes. Her behavior also supported that fact as she ran back to the other children. The Angel watched her momentarily before standing up himself. He needed to get back on track, and do his duties. Right when he got back up, Kharin walked up to him.

The man slightly bowed to Sanguinius before raising his head, "Sir, do you have anything I can help with." Said Kharin respectfully.

"Yes, I would like for you to support the others with cleaning the corpses and retrieving the weapons. Also, if you find any food supply, tell me and bring some over here. I know you, your people, and the children are hungry. Me on the other hand, will survey the area if there are anymore enemies on the vicinity." The Angel said in a charismatic but also commanding tone. He received a nod from Kharin as the man ran off.

Sanguinius then made his move, moving quickly to survey the area for more gunmen. He had doubts and they would correct. After a search that lasted five minutes and with the whole building cleared, he found no one besides encountering the freed slaves.

There was only one thing left, the outside world. Sanguinius had been curious about the planet's surface for a while now and he would not leave his curiosity unchecked. The Angel quickly made his way outside via exit and what he found was both a little surprising but familiar. It was, in short, a desert. But there seemed to be a taint of a battle, the aura around the land said it all.

This desert very well could've been a beautiful land that was destroyed by a long and destructive war. This made Sanguinius grimace a bit, to his eyes, it was another landscape lost to humanity's incompetence and lust. He soared up in the sky, he was high enough to see the

Slave Trader's base and the land surrounding it. The base itself was large enough, big enough to support a couple of hundreds of men.

Another thing that caught The Angel's eye was the distant greenery from far away. His eyes dilated, allowing him to see farther. There was an area that looked like a settlement, although it was still too far to determine whether it was or was not.

Sanguinius lower down, his golden boots landing on the ground softly. In the distance, The Angel could see the sun setting. He hadn't even notice until now, watching it set, he smiled. Sanguinius believed he had died but to some miracle, he didn't. Maybe it was a second chance? Who knew, all that he cared about was helping this world and returning his home. Sanguinius's heart was heavy, he'd already miss his legion and family. It also didn't help that they could be dying, or worse, they lost. After his battle with Horus, he had no doubt that his father would struggle against the Warmaster.

He began to brush the upcoming and multiplying thoughts. The Angel did not want to believe the fall of the imperium, or the destruction of his legions, or loss of his brother, and the death of his father. Sanguinius had to work on what was in front of him for now, and it was this planet.

He would improve it, for the better no doubt.

And that would happen now, starting today..

To Be Continued…

Author's Note

Alright, this is a new story, each chapter will have a goal of 10 pages or more. So don't expect weekly updates. There's also the case of new stories and rewrites. Another story that will be likely added is The Primarch, Lion El'Johnson in the Game of Thrones world but most likely wont be added any time soon this month. The Jjba and Musoku Tensei crossover is going under rewrite and will probably not be published again this month, maybe the next. And the crossover world will be expanded on with the next chapter of this story, Sanguinius will leave to New Meridian on chapter 2.

Monicle Evilsir, Out!