Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-8397818-20191024215804

The feelings of determination and loyalty were put aside. Dion felt the negative effect the name of the Blood Angels primarch had on Cyradon. It was no trick. He meant every word he said.

"Strange." - Dion thought.

Cyradon should have felt pride hearing the name of his Primarch. But why didn't he? A temple dedicated to Sanguinius was built in his Hive-City. Every spare moment of his childhood he spent on sneeking into that temple. He asked of a priest to tell them a tale of the Great Angel. Reluctently, the priest agreed to share tales about the mighty Primarch with a dirty-looking and thine child.

He told him of how Sanguinius came to Baal, how he met his people, how he remade the world around him, how he joined the Emperor in his Great Crusade. The Angel was the most inspiring figure he ever heard about. He was the most venerated Primarch by the Ecclesiarchy, alongside his father. But what did the Librarian feel uneasy, when he mentioned his name? Did that have anything to do with the aetherial presence Dion flet over Cyradon? Something felt wrong.