Gabriel Seth - A Chapter Master's Rage: Upon the world of Hamenlina, a librarium world, the Flesh Tearers sent a small force to help fight against the forces of the Archenemy as they sought to secure the knowledge contained in Hamenlina's datastacks and parchment-text archives. Reaching across the cold vastness of space and time, amongst the desiccated remains of striated ruins, the taint of the cursed blood of Sanguinius had called out to Astorath the Grim, High Chaplain of the Blood Angels. He had sensed that a small number of damned members of a Blood Angels successor's Death Company yet lived, despite the carnage that had been wrought.Astorath had come to perform his solemn duty -- to kill those who still survived, yet suffered the ravages of the Black Rage. There were five of them left. The others were already dead, felled in battle as they waded waist deep through the entrails of their foes. When Astorath had first set on his bloody path, he had thought, hoped even, that battle might have claimed all of the damned, that he would not be required to bring them peace. His hope was naive. A few always survived. Stripped of his bolter and set apart from his warrior brotherhood, Astorath marched to war with another weapon -- the Executioner's Axe, an unimaginative name for an unimaginative task; a weapon born for this purpose.Praying for these lost sons of Sanguinius, Astorath proceeded with his grim task, and soon managed to kill all five of the cursed brethren. With their deaths, Astorath unfurled a length of the tapered parchments hanging from his armour, recording each of the names as he dragged their corpses into a pile. Such warriors as these would never receive a proper burial, and would not be remembered in the annals of their Chapter. Their names would be missing from the Hall of Heroes. They were lost, and they must remain so. It was Astorath, and him alone, who would remember them.After tossing a melta charge amongst their corpses, the explosive detonated, searing away their remains. Astorath waited in silent vigil until the heat dissipated. Gathering up their ashes, he drew a bare palm across the Executioner's Axe. His blood mixed with the ash and he smeared the thick paste over his Jump Pack's wings. His duty was done. Kneeling, he looked to the sky and prayed to Sanguinius to grant him strength. For these lost sons were the Flesh Tearers' scions, and they would not die in silence.Not long after, a lone Thunderhawk gunship infiltrated the atmosphere of Baal, homeworld of the Blood Angels. Aboard the vessel, Gabriel Seth sat alone. Once the small vessel touched down on the red-rust desert surface of the toxic planet, the Flesh Tearers Chapter Master snarled a destruct command as the assault-ramp touched down and he stepped out onto the concourse. Behind him, the pilot-servitor's neural cortex burned out and its memory banks dissolved.Other than the Blood Angels, only the Chapter Masters of Sanguinius' disparate gene-sons knew the location of where Seth now stood, and so it had to remain. The Flesh Tearer made his way towards the massive reclusiam tower of the High Chaplain Astorath. His approach did not go unnoticed, as he was stalked by a choir of Erelim. The five Blood Angels Chaplains crouched in shadow, stalking him as he closed on the immense chapel.Stripped of all insignia and adornment save the Chapter badge emblazoned on their shoulders, they were as dark mirrors to the Sanguinary Guard that stood in the light with Commander Dante. Even their Skull Helms had been daubed death-black and their Jump Packs framed by halos of darkest feather. Nothing but the glower of crimson optics betrayed them in the half-light.Seth had come to confront the High Chaplain personally. The two exchanged harsh words with one another -- Astorath warned Seth to mind his tone when within his house. The Flesh Tearer scoffed at the High Chaplain's imperious tone, vehemently replying that he had warned him before that only he would deal with his brothers in a manner of his choosing. He also told Astorath that the High Chaplain would not kill another Flesh Tearer while Seth still drew breath.Astorath informed Seth that the fate of the damned was not his to decide, and that he drew breath only by the grace of the Emperor. Seth countered that for all of the High Chaplain's darkness and theatre, he used it to hide his true nature -- he was still a Blood Angel. They were all lost, for none amongst their bloodline were above the madness, not even him.Astorath's composure slipped as a ripple of rage ran across his features. Seth countered whether it was sane to kill those of their own blood? The High Chaplain replied that he did only what needed to be done to protect their bloodline. He could not simply indulge the sons of Sanguinius' weakness. Enraged, Seth struck the haughty Blood Angel in the chest, and using his momentum, delivered a series of hammer blows to his face.Astorath fired his Jump Pack, shooting forward to clasp Seth's head with both hands. Firing another burst from his pack, the High Chaplain lifted the Chapter Master up before slamming him head-first down onto the ground. He warned Seth, for all of his strength, all of his anger and his will to fight, he could not best the High Chaplain, for Astorath was the reaper of the lost. Seth knew in his hearts that Astorath was right, for the High Chaplin was both mightier in stature and a formidable warrior without equal, but he did not need to beat him. Only to stand against him.For every solar minute the pair spent fighting, the reaper of the lost wasn't butchering another of their brothers. Trading blows back and forth, Seth finally succeeded in damaging Astorath's Jump Pack. With a grunt of effort, Seth arched his back, driving Astorath's weight up, and rolled them off the platform. The two Astartes fell, hitting the ground like stones dropped from the heavens. Seth struggled to his knees, and imparted a final warning -- if the High Chaplain harmed another of his brothers, he swore that he would return, and he would not come alone.Seth then rose unsteadily to his feet and began limping towards the exit. Astorath was indignant, as he hammered his fists into the ground and pushed himself up onto his feet. He could not believe that the Flesh Tearer had threatened the Blood Angels themselves! As Seth continued to walk into the darkness, Astorath called out into the darkness, asking the Chapter Master whether or not he had gone mad. Seth replied that he too would do what must be done, and departed the reclusiam.