Suigetsu Sprinter

Fury is as natural to me as breathing. I neither fear nor resent its influence on my actions. Iam pure, wearing the blackest of black, trained to serve as a spiritual guide as well as a warleader. Iam warth incranate, living to kill until finally killed. Iam a weapon in the Eternal Crusade to forge humanitys mastership of the stars. Yet strength, purity and warth will not be enough. I will die on this world. I will die on Armaggeddon. Soon, my brothers will ask me to consecrate the war that will be my death. The thought plagues me not becuase I fear death, but because a futile death is anthema to me. But this is no night to think such things. My Lords, masters and brothers have gathered to honour me. Iam not sure I deserve this, but as with my sick sense of foreboding, this is a thought I keep to myself. I wear the black, and glare from behind the skulled visage of the immortal Emperor. It is not for one such as I to show doubt, to show weakness.to show even the whispering of blasphamy