#the devastation of baal

[geomimetry]

woe be upon ye

[imperatadominatus]

Devastation of Baal: Dante meets Guilliman by LJ Koh

[discordiansamba]

In the scifi au...whose the twins dad?👀

>:)

well, dear anon- the answer would be that their father is still satan! in many respects, the core concept of section 13 is unchanged from canon- it's meant to help create host bodies for the baal, who are so easy to translate into energy-based alien beings that take control of physical bodies in a classic alien bodysnatching style. it turns out that humans make for almost ideal vessels, though they're on the brink of destroying themselves when the baal discover them. tragic!

oh well. they can work with this.

alas, humans are almost ideal vessels- not perfect ones. thus, the ninth station was created to help create said perfect vessels. countless clones were created- and eventually attracted the attention of a being even more powerful than the baal, who took possession of a body created by the project and became the ruler of the ninth station. to the baal, he called himself satan...

...but to yuri egin, a brilliant engineer who worked on the station's front side, he was rinka. he was charmed by the human woman, and began a relationship with her that eventually resulted in the birth of twins. but things began to fall apart when satan's vessel began to fall apart- and thus, he simply discarded it and decided to try and take on a new one. 'rinka' played the part of father to the twins, but he only ever really regarded them as spare bodies- particularly rin.

unfortunately, this did not work out as planned.

rin's body couldn't handle satan at all, so satan was forced to leave it in search of another host- starting the beginning of the end for the ninth station as satan tore through it in search of another vessel. in the end, mephisto intervened and stopped his rampage- but he feels quite confident that this will not be the last they see of satan. this is also the event that quite nearly kills rin!

(or: yuri still doesn't fully understand what happened that day. she just knows that she lost rinka, and nearly lost rin too. but shiro, who narrowly avoided having his body taken over by satan knows- but if there's one small mercy, it's that rin no longer possessing a human body means he'll never be an appealing target for satan again, even if he should return.

it's yukio that he's more worried about.)

[psi-scribe]

Well well, look what arrived today as thunder roared in the sky? Dear god these are heavy but I can't wait to dig into these! 👀

It's Dark Angels reading month, maybe Space Wolves or Blood Angels afterwards? 🤔

[stew-chan]

by the emperor, a second hive fleet has hit Baal

[butch-lesbian-forneus]

WHY DOES BAAL GIVE ME ABOMINATION CHILDREN

[lemon-russ]

He can not catch a fucking break he needs it

Just found out about blood angels chapter master luis dante. I'm gonna give this man head so good he gets another vision from sanguinius. He NEEDS it.

Dante fucking NEEDS IT. That make is 1k years old and NOT meant to be that old he is fucking struggling.

[gotham-at-nightfall]

Red Thirst🩸

The Red Thirst is a genetic flaw deeply embedded into the Blood Angels Gene-Seed. When Sanguinius became aware of it, he felt responsible for the suffering of his sons and desperately sought out a cure while keeping it secret from the rest of the Imperium, including the Emperor himself. The Red Thirst causes warriors to suffer an unusual bloodlust, instilling them with a thirst for the blood of their enemies. Those who succumb to the Red Thirst or Black Rage are either formed into the Death Company or locked away in the Tower of the Lost on Baal, until they change completely, going insane. These traits have also been passed on to their successor chapters, such as the Flesh Tearers, Blood Drinkers, and Angels Sanguine. The Red Thirst is so overwhelming that the Blood Angels forget their noble heritage and completely lose control over themselves. It is not unheard of that Blood Angels squads abandon advantageous positions to engage the enemy in hand-to-hand combat. More often than not, these assaults turn out to be so devastating that unprepared enemy forces are simply swept away

By Alexey Kruglov

[moj-cien]

Just read the Devastation of Baal

[wh40kartwork]

Live, My Son, Live

by Jade C. Arvis

'Please. I have served so long. Grant me the freedom of death.'

Sanguinius gave Dante a look of profound sorrow.

'I cannot. I regret that I can do none of those things. I need you, Dante. Your suffering is not done.'

Guy Haley, The Devastation of Baal

[shardofasoul]

[Book Excerpt|The Devastation of Baal]Dante's Vision of Sanguinius

The Sanguinor had come to him at the end of his service.

‘You came,’ he said. His throat was dry, his lips numb. The beautiful voice that had inspired millions was a harsh whisper. ‘You came after all.’

The Sanguinor kept its silence, but stood back and flung an arm wide to indicate a greater presence behind it.

Dante’s breath caught in his chest. Once again, he saw the face of Sanguinius, but this was no metal representation. The face was of flesh, the wings that spread either side of his body were white feathers, not cold sculpture. His body was as real as his sorrow. He shone like a desert sun in the full glory of noon, a bringer of light dangerous in its incandescent power.

‘My son,’ Sanguinius said. ‘My greatest son.’

The primarch reached out to him. Dante was on his back, but at the same time it was as if he floated in an immense void, and Sanguinius hovered in front of him. And yet, when the primarch cried, his tears fell forward onto Dante’s face. All reality’s order was disturbed, but this felt like no dream or vision. When Sanguinius’ glowing fingers traced the line of Dante’s cheek, they were solid and warm, and they brought into him a sense of peace and holy joy.

'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 of 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 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.

Hands were all over Dante, holding him down. Sharp pains intruded via his neural shunts.

‘No, no, no! No more! Take me with you! I beg you!’ Dante shouted.

He lashed out with his fist. Metal hit metal.

‘Hold him! Hold him down! He is coming round!’

[candyswirls]

Could you write Astaroth at the Devastation of Baal? Dm for details as always.

His knees could have been made out of stone. He feels each bit of control slipping away like strings on a puppet being cut. His emotions and mind are falling limp. Till there's just one string left. Rage. It is the only thing that can come through.

Then comes the sensation of falling. It is like watching the neighbors shoddy pict feed through a fish bowl you're using as a telescope.

He can make out the image of Baal. Is he home?

Red.

Red.

Red!

RED!!

carnage

Death.

BLOOD

hecanfeeltherageheinflictsonothersbefore

being killed

BY HIS HANDS

RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE

blood

for

the

blood

god

He's sees the armor. Red with gold. Gold in Fa(Khorne)ther's image.

The statue. Crumbled before him. Coated in the spatter of his most recent endeavor.

Some desperately crawl away. Escape or to a weapon?

How many have survived? How many will be entombed with in dreadnoughts? He doesn't care.

His mind is exhausted. Body as well. Rage takes it all out if you.

He looks to the side of the statue, to the figure at the top of the steps. He tries to stand as tall as he can, despite his wounds.

The golden mask, in likeness of his father, has fallen off the astartes. Long hair fading from black to white hangs losely.

Astorath leans back his head, exposing his neck to the Blood Angel."

He speaks, "Do i-"

His head falls to the ground before he can finish speaking. He welcomes the release of pain.

[mariacallous]

(JTA) — As we mark the grim second anniversary of the Ukraine conflict this Shabbat, I’m reminded of a haunting melody I heard in the city of Poltava last month.

I was standing before Sonia Bunina, a plucky 17-year-old, when she opened her mouth to sing when an air raid siren rang out.

I flinched. Not Sonia — she didn’t miss a beat.

“Kol haolam kulo gesher t’zar meod, veha’ikar lo lifached k’lal,” she belted out before seeking shelter. “The whole world is a very narrow bridge, and the most important thing is to have no fear at all.”

Sonia, like so many Jews I know in Ukraine, is many things — determined, grieving, focused — but she’s certainly not cowering.

As she sang those words by Rebbe Nachman of Breslov — the Ukrainian Jewish sage whose followers continue to come by the tens of thousands to his grave in Uman annually — she embodied the prayer’s indomitable spirit.

Sonia and I met outside Poltava’s Hesed, part of the network of Jewish humanitarian hubs founded by my organization — the American Jewish Joint Distribution Committee, or JDC — more than three decades ago. Today they’re a lifeline to tens of thousands of Jews facing loss and strife. Since she was a toddler, Sonia has been attending activities at Hesed — her mother coordinates cultural programs for the elderly, and she connects teen volunteers like herself with isolated seniors, a critical source of comfort these last two years.

These days, traveling to Ukraine feels like a pilgrimage — there’s a pull in my soul to visit family near Lviv, to bear witness to Ukrainian Jewish resilience, and to be inspired by the clarity of purpose that is so palpable there. Since my first trip in 2011, I’ve been eight times. Last year, I wrote about how a year of crisis had transformed the ordinary into the sacred in Ukraine. Now, visiting feels even more essential with the worsening humanitarian situation.

Ukrainian Jews aren’t blasé about these challenges — far from it. Just take the delicate ballet of emotions on their faces when checking their phones during an air alert — contacting loved ones, scrolling through photos of devastation, and analyzing Telegram chats speculating on a given rocket’s make and trajectory.

But life goes on — there’s work to do — and though they’ve lost so much, they refuse to give any more away.

Showing up for each other, whatever it takes, is now baked into their very essence as Jews, and in Ukraine, there are tens of thousands to serve — hungry old women and displaced young families, disabled Holocaust survivors and stunned middle-aged professionals, shocked to now need help when they were once donors and volunteers.

They act fearlessly to ensure their communities make it through this crisis, body and soul intact. Can we expect anything less than boundless creativity from the people who birthed Sholem Aleichem and the Baal Shem Tov?

“These bombings, all these things that are killing people, destroying houses, leaving children homeless … it’s very scary,” Galina Limarenko, an 82-year-old retired nurse, told me in her small bedroom in Berezivka, taking note of the warm blanket, firewood, and other winter supplies my colleagues provided. “Thank God for the Jewish community, which never gives up and always shares even their very last piece of bread.”

I saw that irrepressible spirit again at our Beit Dan JCC in battered Kharkiv — a shapeshifting wellspring of strength just a few dozen kilometers from the eastern border. Shortly after Feb. 24, 2022, the center became a staging ground for truckloads of emergency aid — part of the 800 tons of humanitarian assistance we’ve delivered so far.

A few blocks from missile strikes, it now hosts children’s camps and soulful Shabbat services and operates a “kids hub,” offering academic enrichment to children who haven’t had in-person school for years — robbed of normal childhood by the pandemic and now the ongoing crisis.

And amidst blizzards and blackouts, Beit Dan has also become a “warm hub,” a safe place for beleaguered Jewish Kharkivites to charge their devices and obtain a hot drink and warm meal.

“If you share in our pain, and provide support where it’s needed, I’m forever grateful,” said Nika Simonova, Beit Dan’s program director. “The ability to remain human is the main thing. Done right, I believe that can save the world.”

That’s why we at JDC, aided by a coalition of partners including the Jewish Federations, Claims Conference, and International Fellowship of Christians and Jews, deployed a historic response to this conflict and remain committed to the Jewish future here.

We’re focused on ongoing humanitarian support for more than 41,000 Ukrainian Jews, expanding trauma relief, closing children’s educational gaps, and getting unemployed Jewish community members, among millions of Ukrainians plunged into poverty, back to work.

There is no doubt that the Jewish world is now responding to crises on multiple fronts, including this one, but we have been here so many times before. We must draw strength from our history and from the sure knowledge that this is what we’re built for. Our compassion and commitment, when leveraged with that timeless sense of mutual Jewish responsibility, means we can tackle the challenges we face — and come out on the other side even stronger.

As I walked through Lviv on my last day in Ukraine, I asked my cousin Anna Saprun, a 25-year-old business analyst, how this period has changed her.

“I hate what’s brought me here, but I love who I’ve become,” she said with a fierce and feisty smile. “Nothing scares me anymore. I feel powerful.”

Two years after the conflict began, Ukraine’s Jews are inspired anew each day, resolute in the sure knowledge that they know exactly who they’re working for — each other.

[staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty]

Absolutely sad new lore for Lilith but also some hcs for the people of Baal.

I like to think that in the culture that Sanguinius and Lilith grew up in carved bones both for funeral and just in general. It's to the point that when Lilith sees all the bones used for decorations by the Imperium, she finds it terribly tacky to have uncarved bones. This is also how she ended up bonding with Sevatarion, Dorn, and Fulgrim.

Fulgrim might seem weird, but like, imagine her complaining to him about the tackiness of just using plain bones for everything. They'd get along.

Dorn finding Lilith carving some bones whether it be human or animal, and then silently joining her as they carve together. Maybe even swapping techniques, or showing different designs or runes.

Sevetarion being surprised when she compliments his bones carved with Night Lord Runes, and is even more surprised to find that she's not disturbed at all by it and even pleased by the fact he doesn't leave his bones unadorned. So they end up getting along and bonding over it, especially when she shows the bones she's carved.

But now onto the sad part, you know how I said the People of Baal, or rather the Blood carved bones for funerals? Yea, Lilith carved Sanguinius' bones to both prepare him for his burial and as a way of mourning. It was also a way to help put him back together after his death, even replacing his broken feathers with those of her own. I imagine a couple of her Uncles like Guilliman were horrified by what she was doing to her father's corpse, but Leman and Dorn were very understanding of why she was doing it.

It was very different from how she carved bones before, usually Dorn and the others had only see her art, the way that the bones weren't exactly carved with anything other in mind then to be pretty, but Sanguinius' bones...were carved with deliberate intent. Runes and sigils form a story, marks that any of the Blood would recognize to be that of an Honoured warrior and Father. Each Carving holding a meaning and made by the love of a grieving daughter.

It would be past into mythos of how the Angel's daughter carved each bone painstakingly, though in the wider Imperium it would be changed that a priestess blessed the angel's body before he was laid to rest, filled with imperial propaganda of the God Emperor and Sanguinius as a saint. Meanwhile on baal, the story told is much closer to the truth, focusing on the daughter's grief, and how she wept blood as she carved each bone as any daughter should for their parents. Both myths are often told on Saguinala, and in the Imperium it's the reason why they make small dolls that then embroidered to represent the Daughter and what she did, though they don't know it's because she carved the bones of the Great Angel anymore after ten thousand years. And after the devastation of Baal, only the blood angels and their successor chapters know the truth anymore aside from Lilith and her two uncles.

[thedamnedlamb]

For the Shitten AU

I can see the Lambs most trusted disciples taking on the role of raising and teaching them. They just saw a god and their most loyal follower who very well could have become a god themselves fight to the death. So when they see the red crown accidentally create the new being before them from the blood of the fallen gods…. What is there to do but go forward. Their lamb gets a burial, the one who waits gets what they can get as close to a burial.

The shitten is born in their young adulthood an in between of their parents ages. Magic birth from panicking trying to resurrect one of any two people is odd. They have vague memories from both parents. But they are fully their own being. It’s like the red crown accidentally fused the souls of the lamb and Narinder together. So there is no way to resurrect them at all anymore.

The red crown while embarrassed by the panicked choice, doesn’t regret it at all. It has a bearer doesn’t it? The spawn of two of its most competent and powerful bearers.

The mystic sellers are fucking confused. Weren’t you a lamb a second ago?? Our Shitten makes deals to help resurrect Aym and Baal, vaguely having memories of them from Narinder. The two adore their new sibling. While they are absolutely devastated at losing Narinder, they vow to protect their new sibling. They happily answer questions about Narinder and the Lamb. Despite the fight they technically just had with the Lamb, they still have fond memories of them. And hearing about their death leaves a similar stinging feeling when they heard about Narinders death. They were starting to see the Lamb as family they realized.

Ratau helps of course. Rat grandpa

[ethanarang]

DAILY FACT #148: The Devastation of Baal was a near loss for the Imperium of Man as the Tyranids and Blood Angels faced off om their homeworld of Baal. In the end 12 Chapter Masters laid slain as well as thousands of Blood Angels from a large amount of chapters while the Tyranids remined active in the region.