Council of Angels

[Brother Sergeant Luther]

Azrael rubbed his temples tiredly as he looks across his desk at his companion. “Are we sure these divinations are correct? Forgive my scepticism brother but the skills of your fellow Librarians and yourself is more of an art-form than a science.” Ezekiel sighed, his features gaunt and haggard but the gaze of his lone eye steely and his bionic flashed red in the candlelight of the chamber as he looked up at the Supreme Grandmaster.

“Every scrap of prophecy, warp induced rant and clue within the Enigma chamber has been check and rechecked. I and my Epistolaries drain ourselves delving into the Warp to verify that which we know is correct, the time for denying the truth of the matter is over Azrael, what is your command on this matter?”

Azrael’s fist slams down on his desk, a spider’s web of cracks spreading out from the impact “We have had nothing, not one portent or clue on where he has been since he vanished during the…Incident” the anger seems to drain out of him as recalls the desperate battle in the debris field that was once the home of his Chapter. Azrael stands moving to the great window that dominated one wall of his chamber, looking out at the Tower of Angels as the lighting of the Rocks Void Shield lit up the great towers carved walls. “Send out the Summons, if Cypher and several Fallen are on Terra, then the Unforgiven have much to discuss. The Angels of Caliban must come together to face this future you and your brothers see united in purpose.”

 

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Azrael looked around the chamber, gathered around the giant stone chamber were the Grand Masters of the Unforgiven. Each Chapter stood apart, represented by their Chapter Master, Chief Librarian, Master of Sanctity and Masters of the 1st and 2nd Companies. Their banners held upright by the various Masters of the 1st Company, just as the ancient banner of the Dark Angels was held in the steely grip of Belial. The chambers torchlight played over a hundred ancient banners, the Unforgiven had gathered in numbers not known since the formation of the hunt all those Millennia ago.

 

Azrael nodded in greeting to the hooded Master placed at his right-hand side, Nakir and the Consecrators had earned their position at the table with the defence of the Rock when it was assailed by the thrice cursed Deathguard at the behest of their ally Astelan, may the Lion’s Shade see that he never rested. To his left stood Raguel, Master of the Angels of Vengeance, he and his Chapters position dictated by ties and oaths to their parent chapter since the Legions split. It was time, with a fluid motion he drew the Sword of Secrets laying it on the table before him, an act that was copied by the assembled Chapter Masters, and soon one hundred Heavenfall Blades ringed the table. The conclave had commenced.

 

“What is this about Supreme Grand Master, the forces of the Arch Traitors push out of the eye, the Imperium is flooded by war on a scale unseen since the Beast strode towards Terra, why have you robbed our Chapters of our Leaders when a Primarch calls us to battle?” Azrael looked towards the speaker, Maalik Chapter Master of the Angels of Redemption met his steely gaze as he motioned Ezekiel forward. “Cypher is on Terra” the Chief Librarian of the Dark Angels stated bluntly, the effect on the room was immediate. “I shall gather the Disciples and make for Terra; our prey will not escape” stated Gawain Master of the Disciples of Caliban. “Do not be a fool Gawain, you would strike out to Terra, the heart of the Imperium in force? You would see us and the Hunt undone” came the curt response from Xandor Master of the Guardians of the Covenant. Other Masters voices soon joined theirs, rising in volume as each tried to put their opinion forth.

 

“Enough!” Azrael’s voice cut through the voices leaving silence in its wake “This conclave was called not to ask your opinions on what must be done, but to tell you what MUST be done, I will not be responsible for the death of our Chapters of our Legion. Your council is welcome but I am Supreme Grand Master, it is I alone who guide the remnants of the First Legion. The torches within the chamber flickered and the banners fluttered in a breeze that suddenly entered the chamber from behind him. As Azrael turned to find out the cause a voice unknown to him spoke out rough from lack of use “You are wrong little Brother.” Azrael was the first to his knee as the owner of the Voice stepped into the chamber flanked by two Watchers in the Dark and taller than even Belial in his Terminator armour, he ran his piercing gaze across the gathered Masters and the assembled banners as they each followed the lead of Azrael each kneeling before him.

 

“It is I that command the First Legion. But you are right Little Brother your Council will be most welcome and needed, for I seem to have missed much and see only strangers before me” Azrael found his voice past his shock at seeing his Gene sire alive before him “As you wish my Lord Jonson, the Dark Angels stand ready...there is much to tell you”

[Conti]

It is quite good, I like the description of the gathering of the unforgiven.

However, if I recall correctly, Primarchs dont call their sons not little brother. Especially not the lion, who is called to be distant to almost everyone.

[Brother Sergeant Luther]

It is a phrase that the lion has used towards his sons a number of times in the HH series. And which I borrowed it from. But thank you for the feedback, it is appreciated :)