Lord Commander Dante | Warhammer 40,000

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'Get up, Dante,' said Guilliman gently. 'I will not accept displays of humility from a man like you. You are one of the few in this era who have earned the right to speak to me on equal terms. Rise. Now.'

Dante: dies Finally. Blood Angels: puts him in a Dreadnought Dante: FUCK!

Dante: PLEASE LET ME DIEEEEE!!!! Sanguinius: Lol no. Prophecy.

"When he looked to his side to see the person helping him he saw Albinus sometimes, but at other times he saw the Sanguinor, and once his own, long-forgotten father, his amber eyes perfect in a rad-ravaged face. Dante had those eyes himself, the sole reminder that he was another man’s son besides the Great Angel’s. ‘Come on, Luis,’ said his father. ‘Not far now.’ ‘Da?’ said Dante. ‘Da, is that you? Look at me, look! I became an angel, Da.’

Oh yes Dante, the guy who is not allowed to die, because the Imperium needs him to kick some ass in the name of the Emperor & Sanguinius.

It's both sad an heartwarming to read Guilliman's behaviour with Dante. You can tell he misses his brother a lot, yet you can tell he's very glad to have someone so true to Sanguinius as Dante to lead the Blood Angels. Making him the Lord Commander of the Imperium Nihilus must have felt like a cruel callback to the Imperium Secundus.

Never forget that time Dante drove a motorcycle up the stairs of his thousand year old fortress fighting Tyranids as he went

I’m starting to get the impression that the Templin institute likes the blood angels!🩸

'You have suffered greatly for mankind's sake,' said Sanguinius. His voice was beautiful. 'You have won your rest a thousand times. Rarely has one man given so much, Luis of Baal Secundus. You have been a light in dark times. I would give you any reward. I would take you to my side. I would free you from strife. I would release you from pain.' 'Yes!' said Dante. 'Please. I have served so long. Grant me the freedom of death.' Sanguinius gave Dante a look out profound sorrow. 'I cannot. I regret that I can do none of those things. I need you, Dante. Your suffering is not done.' Sanguinius gripped Dante's face in both hands. Strength flowed from the Primarch, driving out death's comfort and replacing it with pain. The scene rippled. He heard the shouts of Space Marines, felt the ghostly touch of living hands upon his armour. Sanguinius faded. 'Please, no!' Dante cried out. 'My lord, I have done enough. Please! Let me rest!' The light was dying; Sanguinius' smile carried with it the sorrow of ten thousand years. Darkness was returning. The Great Angel disappearing into it, but his glorious voice lingered a moment. 'I am sorry, my son, that you cannot rest. Not yet. Live, my son. Live.' Dante returned to life screaming for the mercy of death. Hands were all over Dante, holding him down. Sharp pains intruded via his neutral shunts. 'No, no, no! No more! Take me with you! I beg you!' Dante shouted.

Dante after killing the Hive Tyrant on Baal and meeting his Dad “YES! Finally some fing rest!” Apothecary “HAHA! YAH RIGHT!”

I have to admit, the idea of the Blood Angels' Lord Commander going "THIS PARTY'S GETTING CRAZY, LET'S ROCK" before going to town on some Chaosspawn is rather amusing.

Roboute Guilliman had come to Baal. There was no mistaking it. Dante had seen the primarch before, shut away in a stasis field in the Fortress of Hera on Macragge, where he had sat a second from death for most of the Imperium's history. But here he was, alive and breathing. The primarch's physical presence hit Dante hard. Guilliman was nobility writ large, a monument in flesh. He was overwhelming. Ignoring the hurts of his healing wounds, Dante fell to his knees with a clatter and dropped his head. "Can it really be true? Is it really you? Do you live?" The primarch stood and set his sword aside, and came down the steps. "Get up, Dante, said Guilliman gently. "I will not accept displays of humility from a man like you. You are one of the few in this era who have earned the right to speak with me on equal terms. Rise. Now" Dante grunted with pain as he attempted to get to his feet. Guilliman grasped Dante's pauldrons and bodily hauled the Chapter Master up. "Forgive the indignity, Guilliman said. "I see you are hurt!" Dante nodded numbly. "Never kneel before me again. I will have you stand with me as a mark of respect. I will order you not to if I must. I would rather our relationship not function on those terms. I have no time for deference, there is too much to do. Though, if your pains are great, you may of course sit", he said with the ghost of a smile. "Is this a dream or a vision?" "Neither. I live. I have returned to save the Imperium", said Guilliman. "Forgive me, my lord." Dante had to step back to look him in the eye. "I failed. I called together all the Chapters of the Blood, and lost them all to save Baal. The Arx Angelicum is in ruins. Thousands of Space Marines are dead, and Baal is devastated." "Forgive?" said Guilliman. "There is nothing to forgive, Dante. You stopped them. When we arrived, the hive fleet was greatly depleted, and easily destroyed. As we speak, the Indomitus Crusade is scouring this system of the last remnants of the tyranids. You have achieved what few others have, and destroyed a major hive fleet tendril. I would congratulate you, but there is nothing I can say that encompasses the scale of what you have achieved." Guilliman put a hand on Dante's shoulder. "You have saved Baal from the hive mind, Commander Dante, and with it the greater part of this segmentum". At that, Dante wept freely. "I am sorry, I am sorry", he said. "I almost lost. I almost lost everything. Please forgive me." "There is nothing to forgive." Dante did not hear. Overwhelmed by his hurts and the luminous presence of a living primarch, he collapsed to the ground.

I actually really like how sparsely decorated his armor is compared to many chapter masters. It Not only harkens back to an earlier age in the miniature skulpts, representing his age, but he also is an incredibly humble guy. I hope they never Primaris him

"My son, my greatest son" - Sanguinius to Dante.

i love the depressed old marine

I really like the story of Dante. In general, to be a Space Marine, let alone a heroic one or chapter master, you have to be genetically perfect and the best of the best physically - one in one thousand of the best canditates, who are themselves made up of one in one thousand of the best citizens. They are strongest of the strongest; and the smallest of physical imperfections means death. I myself was born with a congenital heart defect that has always caused me issues. So it's nice to know that with the blessing of the Emperor and a bit of luck, even those who were dealt a bad hand physically can become superhuman heroes of the Imperium. Determination and will can overcome any physical shortcoming if you have enough faith.

"For eleven hundred years, I have fought and I have seen the darkness in our galaxy. I have seen the vileness of the alien and the heresy of the mutant. I have witnessed the sin of possession. I have seen all that the galaxy harbours, and I have slain all whose presence defiles the Emperor. I have seen what you will see. I have fought what you must fight, and I have slain what you must slay...so fear not and be proud, for we are the sons of Sanguinius, the protectors of Mankind. Aye, we are indeed the Angels of Death." -- Lord Commander Dante Addressing a new group of Blood Angels Neophytes

Lord Commander Dante is by far a figure of legendary status for his nobility, his ferocious fighting skills, his ideals of what it truly means be a Space Marines inspire billions, and truly a proud son of the Angel. Dante have gain the respect of all of the Imperium for being a Space Marine, but it is his human nature that will cement his legend as a corner of Imperial History.

'Please, no!' Dante cried out. 'My lord, I have done enough. Please! Let me rest!' The light was dying; Sanguinius' smile carried with it the sorrows of ten thousand years. Darkness was returning. The Great Angel disappeared into it, but his glorious voice lingered a moment. 'I am sorry, my son, that you cannot rest. Not yet. Live, my son. Live.' Dante returned to life screaming for the mercy of death.