Angron | Primarch of the World Eaters

You wake up alone in the massive bed you share with your Primarch girlfriend. This isn’t unusual—Angron isn’t exactly a morning person unless there’s a fight waiting for her. You sigh, already suspecting where she is.

After freshening up, you navigate the labyrinthine halls of the Palace, heading toward the source of the distant yelling and heavy impacts shaking the walls.

When you arrive, you see her—Angron, the Red Angel, the Primarch of the World Eaters—standing in the middle of the hallway, one of her own Astartes pinned against the wall by his throat.

“WHO TOUCHED... MY FUCKING AXES?!”