The Red Angel was the dread epithet earned by Angron, primarch of the World Eaters, as the Age of Darkness drove him ever deeper into slaughter. The name spoke of a being drenched in blood, wings of rage unfurled, an angel of death whose only gospel was murder.
Angron had never been whole. The Butcher's Nails hammered into his skull made peace an agony and reason a fading memory, and each battle stripped away another shred of the man he might have been. As the war ground on, his masters worked to complete his ruin, and in time Angron would be raised — or condemned — to full daemonhood as a Daemon Primarch of the Blood God, the Red Angel made literal and eternal.
The title captured the tragedy at the heart of the World Eaters. Their father was not a villain by nature but a slave twice over, first to the pit-masters who broke him and then to the powers that claimed his rage. When men spoke in terror of the Red Angel, they named not merely a monster but a warning of what the heresy could make of even a primarch: an engine of wrath, hollowed of all else.