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3rd POV
[Date: ???]
[Location: Unknown location]
*PSSSST*
A piercing hissing noise resonated throughout the room, and frantic alarms sounded incessantly. Resounding voices echoed, indicating that the Machine Spirit of this location was communicating.
"CRYO POD SYSTEMS ACTIVATED!! SUBJECT CONFIRMED AWAKEN!! RELEASING IMMEDIATELY!!"
The Machine Spirit proclaimed as loud shouts and numerous footsteps echoed throughout the facility. A contingent of heavily armed soldiers advanced purposefully into the depths of the establishment, driven by the hope that he still lived. In a separate chamber, a collective of mechanical entities known as the Adeptus Mechanicus, humans augmented with extensive cybernetics, struggled to comprehend the sights and sounds transmitted through their cybernetic implants. The computers and screens within the room were inundated with alerts signaling the opening.
They observed through the security cameras as a loud hissing sound resonated, and the pod expelled its cold air into the room. It had been a considerable duration since this pod was last opened when a slender figure emerged. The figure's skin appeared pale, a consequence of prolonged confinement within a futuristic cooling unit. A man inhaled deeply, experiencing the sensation of breath for the first time in many years.
[Location: Planet Baal]
In a remote location within an alternate realm, a towering structure commands attention. This world, known as Baal, is characterized by its arid and desolate desert landscape, serving as the home of the Blood Angels. Within this environment, their Primarch, Sanguina, resides in a splendid abode adorned with exquisite statues, captivating paintings, vibrant flowers, and elegant marble walls supported by sturdy stone pillars. The overall aesthetic of this residence is befitting of a Primarch. Sanguina is depicted leaning against a wall, indulging in a bowl of fruit. A formidable figure, she stands impressively at nearly nine feet and six inches tall, even without her power armor. Her hair shimmers like gold, her skin is a pristine white, and her deep blue eyes are striking. A golden olive wreath crowns her head, but the most remarkable feature is the magnificent pair of white angel wings that extend majestically from her back.
Her attire, which was quite revealing, contributed to her relaxed demeanor, as the red and white toga showcased significant portions of her physique and exposed ample skin. Her breasts were notably large, surpassing natural proportions, and her prominent posterior was equally striking. One could liken her figure to an entire bakery. Despite the array of jewelry adorning her, one piece stood out: a teardrop-shaped necklace positioned atop her head, rendered in a deep shade of red reminiscent of blood. Would you like to hear a joke? I have one! Oh no! It has been taken by the Blood Angels! What a shame! Fuck wrong Legion, I'm stupid.
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