One of my favorite parts in Betrayer.
I wanted to get it commissioned. Although Angron should have his back turned towards Lorgar, I felt facing him made sense for the scene.
Artist: @salvador_trakal
Commissioned by: @theimperialsaint
“The primarch of the Word Bearers had fallen. His armour, once red and engraved with scripture, was an ashen husk of charred plate. Cracked and weeping skin showed around the patchwork spread of bleeding burns. Not a patch of skin was left untouched.
Angron had no time to lift his mutilated brother, sprawled at his feet. Gore sheeted him, painting him in dark, rich red wetness. The sun went dark, as dark as night falling in an instant. He turned, raising his arms, and took a god-machine’s weight on his shoulders.
He blinked to clear away his sweat’s greasy sting, and dug his boots into the ground. With a smile slitting across his broken-angel face, he shifted his slipping, blood-slick grip on the Titan’s clawed foot, and started pushing
back.
Angron stood defiant, the weight of the world on his shoulders. He’d been braced against the Titan’s claw
‘Lorgar,’ he said through teeth clenched hard enough to squeal. ‘Get clear.’ The Word Bearer lifted an immolated hand. He couldn’t speak, could scarcely move, but he added the dregs of his psychic push to his brother’s
strength.
Angron stood beneath the Warhound’s foot-claw, holding it up, braced against its final fall.”
