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Origin of Angron, Champion of Nurgle[edit]

Alpharius, was confided to by Lorgar of his plans for new champions: Angron for Khorne, Mortarion for Nurgle, Fulgrim for Slaanesh. In his quest to undermine the Great Treachery into a victory for Tzeentch, he hoped to cripple and imbalence this collection, and throw Lorgar's plan into disunity. A major factor in his plan was to get Khorne to overreact, and the best way to do that would be to steal his desired champion. To this end Alpharius hatched a plan to use Lotarra Sarin to convince Angron to come to Nurgle instead of naturally falling to Khorne. He then went before Nurgle in secret and presented his reasoning for Nurgle to favor Angron over Mortarion. Nurgle, distressed with Mortarion's reluctance, agreed.

During one uneventful warp jump Lortarra Sarrin had a vision she was in a great garden. There she saw a beautiful, but haggard Elven lady and a mysterious large Talking Tree. The tree introduced himself as the Lord of Death and rebirth. He talked to her about her relationship with the The World Eaters, especially the Primarch. Nurgle told her that Angron was dying, but that he could help him. It would just require her help. Lotarra knew well enough to not trade her soul to Nurgle, and outright refused, and that she was loyal to the Emperor. The tree suggested that The Emperor may be less upright or even as forward thinking as portrays himself, and mentions Angron's last stand at Nucreria, and how that was a deliberate choice on the part of the Emperor. As a loyal daughter of the Emperor she didn't believe him. Nurgle said that was fine, but his deal would be availible should she change her mind. As a parting gift she commanded Isha to heal all of Sarrin's wounds. The chained wobbling elven god agrees and heals all of her major injuries, including the scar on her face. Lotara wakes up, and notices the Scar is gone, yet she can now feel it more than she ever did before.

Lotarra Sarin learned about The Fatality of The Butcher's Nails from an unknown secret source by reading a group of confidential medical documents sent to her. Furious that The primarch on her ship (as well as the other World Eaters) were slowly dying, The Captain invited the Emperor on board to discuss this with him with Angron present.

Her attempts to convince the Emperor to remove the Butchers Nails failed. Originally against the removal, Angron became more angry at the treatment of his Ship's captain. Enraged, she directly confronted the Emperor, hurling insults at him and blocking his exit. She then mentioned his choice at nucreria, and the emperor for whatever reason was angered at her insinuation. The Emperor promptly threw her aside, and her bones shattered against the Bulkhead. This of course enraged Angron, who charged at the Emperor in a fit of Rage. The Emperor effortlessly parried all of his attacks and then brushed him aside throwing him to the same bulkhead he had tossed Lotarra too. The Emperor ridiculed his charge and impudence. Angron attempted to attend to Lotarra as best as he could. Lotarra completely shattered, commented that he was honored to die alongside a fellow warrior.

Angron now maddened with rage made a second lunge at the Emperor. The Emperor once again, brushed off all of his attacks effortlessly. The Primarch screamed and howled and the Emperor ridiculed him. That his anger was all he had, so he can hate him all he wants, but at the end of the day Angron will do what the Emperor tells him. The fight continues, but now the emperor has gone on the offensive, and promptly and effortlessly pummels Angron. To the point where he is not even actually fighting Angron anymore, just kicking him across the main room. The Emperor tells Angron that his rage is a lie, and it will not keep him alive, the Emperor keeps him alive because he is useful. And that while he has entertained Angron's Butcher's Nails Pain Ideology, he will not entertain useless primarchs.

"I offer you victory, and you defy me! I offer you a place as my son, and you spit in my face! I give you a legion, and you mutilate it with your pathetic obsession with rage. You think your nails give you power, you can't even land a blow." Effortlessly parrying Angron, the emperor slaps Angron with his Talon, leaving deep bleeding scars across his face. "You cower behind the butcher's nails you useless mad dog. My finest warriors, made impotent with your pathetic anger." Angron struggled to get up once more, only to be thrown down yet again. "Have I angered you with her death! Then Rage! You fool! Is that not what you are! Son of Anger! Rage more! Find solace in your pathetic seething Soul. Your rage is as impotent as you are." The Emperor's words were filled with a gloating humiliation. Angron attempts were little more than principle or instinctive, only to be once again thrown on the floor. This was no longer a fight. This was a father beating his son. Kicking the writhing form across the Conqueror. I looked around Angron's 'brothers,' all of them frozen like children, eyes longing to help their brother, but dreading to speak less their father have them join Angron beaten and bloodied on the floor. "You are a tool not worth maintaining, so either die useful, or die here broken."

Kharn A Slave to Rage

All the while no one had noticed that Lotarra's body wasn't found. Instead a strange puddle of ants and cockroaches scurried across the floor.

Angron, laying in pseudo-conciousness on the floor, helpless and betrayed by his now impotent rage. He recieves a contact through the PA system in Lotarra's voice. Strange, he thought, didn't he see her die. Even stranger still was that the voice was able to hear him. Lotarra was able to tell him about what she had learned and the possibility that Nurgle could help him. She told him to contact Lorgar.

Lorgar met with Angron and, while he was surprise Angon wished to join Nurgle instead of Khorne, still agreed to make the arrangement. Angron was suprised to encounter the same vision but instead of a talking tree it was a large man. Angron and Nurgle then have a discussion about adoptive fatherhood, pain and comradeship. Nurgle then sweetened the deal by resurecting not only Lotarra Sarin, but his companions on Nucreria. Angron agreed. Isha then performed some sort of bizarre ritual on his head. When Angron re entered the materia, his Butcher's Nails were beginning to numb, and he noticed swollen areas around the butcher's nails entrypoint into his brain.

Meanwhile on the other side of the Galaxy, Typhon receives a strange vision, a voice he has served all his life informs him that his services are no longer required, all pacts made have been made null, and that his soul is his again. Typhon, who even now was preparing to bring his Primarch to his negligent Lord, was filled with indescribable rage.

Lotarra slowly began began to rebuild herself on the ship. Crew and organic material disappeared on the Conqueror as rats, roaches, wasps and bees would infest and consume loyalist crew. And using them as materia for a massive cocoon that was built in the cargo hold of the ship. She continued to advise Angron from the cocoon until she emerged in her current form.

Angron coordinated with Lorgar for the destruction of Maccragge, sending out his loyalist elements to Maccragge to die in the demon incursions. Following the death of Roboute Gulliman and the desolation of Maccragge, Angron and his World Eaters continued their tour of destruction across Ultramar. Kharn, already disturbed by Angron's flippant destruction of his brothers at Maccragge, noticed the changes occurring to both the ship and the other world eaters. The ship itself seemed to have an unending infestation of insects and vermin, moss, lichen, fungus and other plant life kept emerging through the cracks. His fellow world eaters were apparently "outgrowing" the butchers nails, as the archeotech was being pushed out by whatever lifeforms were growing in their brains: for some it was maggots, for some, a beehive, for some a ring of mushrooms. For Kharn, who had sacrificed all for his primarch, this was the last betrayal. Gathering a few of his closest brothers, they coordinated in secret with Sanguinius to ambush The Conqueror. When The World Eaters boarded the Blood Angel's ship, Kharn and his group betrayed Angron. With Kharn's help the World Eater's boarding was turned back, and forced to teleport out or perish. Embittered and filled, for the first time in his life, true unassisted rage, Angron and his army was forced to abandon the assault and the Conqueror vanished into the warp.

I marched with my father for the last time as we boarded The Red Tear. I passed through the Exquisite corridors I saw the beauty and care the Winged Primarch offered to his children. He was a beacon to them, and they honnored him not only with their deaths, but with their lives. And Their primarch accepted it not with ambivalence but with gratitude. My father would masquerade now as some imitation of Sanguinius but it was hollow, he would never accept the sacrifice of his sons because he saw all our offerings as worthless. Our boots marching The Red Tear still had the hypnotic percussive drumbeat of Ceremite boots against metallic and stone floors. A far cry from the soft organic crunch made from the waxen and earthen floors of The Conqueror. My brothers and I held our positions, the butchers nails burned through my body but i had been with them for too long to allow them to controll me now. I took solace it the shared misery of my brothers as they in mine. As we entered a large narthanx of the ship i permitted my self a glance around the craft of Sanguinius, our battlefield. If I had any lingering doubts of what i must do, they were gone now. This was the hall of a true leader of men. I could not weep, but i allowed my self a muffled scream in envy of The Blood Angels. Even if we slaughter the sons of Sanguinius, and slaughter them brutally, they die in the comfort of their beloved father. Surrounded by the memory not merely of him but of fallen brothers. A soldier who dies here is not murdered, he is not put down, he is martyred. His death witnessed by his fallen battle-brothers enshrined in Glass, pigment, cloth, and Rockcrete. I could not but think back to my brothers, Marcien and his loyalists, left to die amidst the ruins of Maccragge giving their last breath in mud and powdered marble as unspeakable horrors ravage their weakened body and this accursed nails laying waste their mind. So many brothers of the Twelfth left hollow open graves without so much as a solemn reflection. My men and I gathered broke off from the corrupted ranks to make our way into position. Some of my brothers openly weeping bitter tears amidst this shrine of solidarity and loyalty we could never see.

The Battle Began as the Blood Angles descended from the upper floors of the Narthanx. Hundreds of Jumppacked warriors escorted by their winged father with a mechanical hum that was synchronized so as to by melodic. This melody of the jumppacks and bolters garbled by the Grotesque hum of Lotarra's drones. Her massive insectoid sons whose humanity was lost save for the eyes rose up from the pits of the ship to meet these Angels. A great war erupted in the sky illuminated by stain glassed windows while below the Angels and World Eaters fought with bolter and axe and chainsword. My men and I, remained in the shadows of the columns attempting to get ourselves into Angron's flank.

Angron and his warriors, were slowly advancing on the Angels, blessed with Nurgles putrid endurance. Corpses of Sanguine Astartes, and wasps and demons fell from the sky crushing World Eater and Angel alike. While the war above raged on, The Red Angel descended from the battle above to confront Angron. Sanguinius fought with skill and grace, but Angron's putrid lover Lotarra and the Gladiators fought with unholy power. They didn't even bother to block, but allowed the sword of angron to penetrate their fungus and bark covered bodies, costing Sanguinius precious seconds and strength as he had to pull his weapon from their pulpy flesh. This was our moment. With a cry I charged Angron, letting out these empty words. "For the Emperor, Death To Traitors!" The Axes of my companions charged against the Nucrerian Gladiators, hacking pieces of their body away until limbs began to fall off, and they were forced to flee or parry. Many more of my brothers heard and repeated the cry, "We are The Imperial Hounds, Death to The Emperor's Foes!" Turning against their corrupted brethren. Angron's army was trapped between the berzerkers he created and disposed of and the Blood Angels. They struggled to regroup and were forced to retreat, losing many drones and corrupted world eaters along their fight back to the boarding ships. Angron's perpetual rot induce smile faded for the first time since his transformation. As my axes met his I saw rage rise in him for the first time. There was no archeotech to bring him to frothing madness, for once his rage and anger was truly his.

I remember his curse, as we drove him from the bays of the ship. He howled at us that we were dogs. "Do you think you are Hounds again? They will never treat you as a son, they will never even treat you as a soldier! They will never even treat you like a dog! You will never be anything to them, you are their cur. They will chain you to some forgotten miserable realm, far from anything they hold dear, and you will bare your teeth and bark at the whatever beasts come near their scrap. You will have no sons, because they will castrate you, they will leave you hungry, they will leave you abandoned. And when in your weakness and infirmity you are no longer worth the scraps they feed you, they will put you down like the Mongrels you are. This is your fate, Betrayer, this is the grave you have dug for my sons! You will pray for the mercy i gave to the other hounds, your greatest failure was that you did not die with your brothers on nucreria. For now you will die without a father, without sons, and without brothers, only the void will stand watch over your grave."

Kharn, A Slave To Rage

Lotarra and Angron continue to serve Nurgle to this day. Her ship, The Conqueror of Death ferries Angron and his companions to their destination. The Conqueror has taken on the mark of nurgle, however rather than merely rot, and rust, the ship has taken on the appearance of an overgrown beehive. The ship is now transforming into a small craftworld with hundreds of ships being incorporated into the maw of the hive, regurgitated into material and new ships just for its queen just as its crew is. Moss and plants run across the ship. The ship is a thriving ecosystem, with the crew transformed into ant-like beings as well as other lowly animals who scurry around the ship. Lotarra herself has changed as well. She too has taken on an insectoid like appearance, like A Vulture Bee Queen with wings and carapace armor resembling her old uniform. Her crew, also made of or made with various insectoid life scurry around the ship. They feed on the honey made from the rotting meat of the captured. Angron on the other hand is still human, and never ascended to demonhood. As champion of Nurgle he has taken on a more arbourous appearance, as parts of his body are covered in moss and plants. Most notably are the strands of lichen and vines that have replaced the Butcher's Nails.