No Forgiveness For The Fallen.

Born in the forests of Caliban, where shadows learned to kill, Son of the Emperor — the Lion, forged in iron will. Among the beasts you claimed your throne, no mercy, no reprieve, A hunter shaped by endless night, who never would forgive. ⸻ El’Jonson, First of Angels, wrath in silent flame, Bearer of the hidden truths none dare to speak or name. Through broken stars your vengeance burns, your banners drenched in spite, Where traitors flee into the void — you drag them back to night. ⸻ Within the Imperium’s decay, old betrayals fester still, Brother slays his brother now beneath a poisoned will. The curse of lost Caliban runs deeper than the core, The Fallen scattered through the dark — you hunt them evermore. No plea nor lie can stay your hand, no shadow lets them hide, Your blade recalls each shattered oath, your fury will not die. No forgiveness — save for those who kneel before your might, The last of the Fallen shall face your divine, unending spite. ⸻ El’Jonson, First of Angels, wrath in silent flame, Judge of all the faithless souls who dared defile your name. Through haunted stars and shattered worlds your retribution flies, Where traitors beg the void for death — you answer with their cries. ⸻ Through centuries of silent rage while empires turned to dust, You slept, but vengeance does not fade — it waits, it gathers, trusts. Now risen in a dying age where only war remains, You walk again to settle debts inscribed in blood and chains. No end, no peace, no absolution — only oath and blade, Until the last of Fallen souls has paid the price they made.