 It was the night before Sanguinalia, when all across Terra, not a creature was stirring, not even an Aquila. The adepts had stowed all their quills with great care, for the feast of Sanguinius soon would be there. The tech priests were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions by Narik danced in their heads. The High Lords in their Senate and I on my own had all settled down in our beds all alone. When out by the walls there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my chamber to see what was the matter. Away to the summit I flew like a spear, to attend upon the ruckus to belay my fear. Luna upon the blanket of Himalayan snow gave a cold luster to everything below. Then what to my chronicler's eyes did show? But a great mighty Primarch, all his captains in tow. Upon a great stormbird so mighty and lustrous, I know in my heart it must be Sanguinius. More rapid than Aquilae his retinue had came, he laughed and he shouted and he called them by name. Now Amit, now Ascalon, now Raldoron and Beerus, on Furio, on Serivus, on Salicar, on Carminus. To the top of the palace, top of the walls, now fly away, fly away all. Dry parchment flew by, the angels did fly, together they climbed and did shoot towards the sky, up to the palace spires the angels they flew, and upon a stormbird gold clad Sanguinius too. Then, in a shock, I heard upon the roof the stomping and crashing of each armored boot, I drew in my head who was turning around thus, when down the chimney there emerged Sanguinius. He was clad all in gold from his crown to his foot, yet not a shard of his armor was tarnished with soot. The spear of Telesto he had flung on his back, akin to a hunter bereft of his pack. His eyes they just shun, his dimples angelic, cheeks like roses, his countenance surrethic, his smiling lips drawn up like a bow, the cape on his back as white as the snow. My loyalty eternal, I long to bequeath, for garlanding his head was a great laurel wreath. He had a warm face and an expression divine, his mind far beyond the mortal ken like mine. The end jolly the great angel was he, and I laughed when I saw him and him along with me. A smile from his face and a nod of a head gave me great faith I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, filled his brother's stockings, then turned with a jerk, laid a finger on his lips, a wink from his eye, then away out the window the angel did fly. He sprang to the air, to his men he did yell, Come, my sons, it is no time to dwell. I heard him exclaim as they rose out of sight, Merry Sanguinalia to all, and to all a good night. This video and this channel is made possible through the incredibly kind support of my Patreon subscribers. If you'd like to help support the channel, head on over to patreon.com forward slash oculus imperia. If you want to kick me a buck or two to help keep the lights running and the scripts flowing. You can keep up to date with channel news, if you follow me on twitter, at buttstuffkaiju, nope not changing that name anytime soon, and new this month, if you'd like to support the channel with some merchandise, my very first t-shirts are up for sale on teespring.com forward slash oculus imperia. Thank you for watching the channel on discord as well, a link to all of this will be in the description below.