<div class="floatright">(http://f1.pepst.com/c/2C92F3/257788/ssc3/home/044/wwe.offical.site/triple_h.jpg_480_480_0_64000_0_1_0.jpg)</div><br/>“The Death Watch stands ready, “Leonatos’s voice rang out in response to the captain.  The librarian was fully geared save for his helmet.  His long golden-brown hair was pinned up under a coif, the rest of his helm held under his arm.<br/><br/>After all these decades, there were still moments when Leonatos felt a stranger in his own Dionysian body.  He remembered a time when he was skinny and blistered by radiation burns, when spurs on his own bones dug into his muscles when he moved…<br/><br/>That was long ago.  He was a son of the Emperor now, a Blood Angel of the Death Watch.  He would know no fear.<br/>