Why surrender to the chaos gods

[aclark79]

Fear not, for you were tainted long before you came here, it is that taint, that called you here.

Speak not foul thing of what ye do not know. I have looked deep in my soul and find it clean of taint for I am filled with the rightousness of right. I'm not afraid, not I, though I am bound for battle. I'm not afriad, not I, for right is on my side.

 

Will you?

Have you?

I can say that no force of Chaos has fallen to the Imperium.

Can the same be said for the Imperium?  No we know this is not true.

The blinding light of the emperor, fed with the souls of millions of his faithful.  Even Slaanesh is jealous of the the sacrifices the emperor feasts upon.  The forces of Khorne must feel like children compared to the death brought about by the Emperor's black fleet.

Is that the beloved emperor of those sacrificed upon the altar of the emperor.

How long may he hold back the mindless hordes of Chaos, at the cost of the souls of his children?

 

Will I, have I? I do, and I have. By my own hand foul marines of Nurgle, Slannesh, Khorn and Tzeetch have died and breathed thier last breath. Thier foul stench and putressance disturb not this universe for I and my brother Marines have dispatched them.

 

The blinding light you speak of, the one you can not bear to look upon is fed not by one millions sacrifices, speak not these foul lies to me for I know them when I hear them. Your twiseted corruption comes through even now and only makes my resolution, already unshakable, stronger in the more.

 

For I have traveled the Black Ship enroute to Terra, I have seen the sick and foul phsycers who make up its cargo. They are tainted beyond measure by your chaos, but even their sickened souls are usable by the blessed Emperor, even they, as twisted as they are, can make a contribution to the side of Right. For they willingly give themselves up to continue the beacon that is our glorius Emperor.

 

How could you, a foul and twiseted thing, understand the concept of sacrifice and duty, for did you not betray your lord liege and follow your twisted masters? DId you not turn your back on your duty and put pleassure and desire befor nessesity and what is right? Awnser not foul one for I know the truth.

 

You ask how long the glorious one on Terra, paramount man of all, mayest hold back the ravening hordes of chaos. Why you might as how many suns there are in the universe or how many grains of sand there are on the Fjords of New Alba. Uncountable is the number of eons that will stretch under the protection of our gloroius EMperor for he is indomitable.

 

We are truley like a broken mirror, but the reflection you see is yours.  This is what you are, your very actions are my aspirations.  A million souls a day sacrificed to my lord would be a good step twords the abilities of the imperium.

You are correct foul one, a million souls a day would be a good step towards your damnation, but again you show little knowlesge of words such as sacrifice, devote, donate, duty, commitment...

 

I am glad you aspire to my actions, mayhaps you are not irredimable. Aspire to my good works, my deeds in the anme of the Imperium, in the name of Iam Cameron, in the name of Rogal Dorn. Why, you may even do them in my name, Capt. Aaron Clark of the 3rd Company Cameron Highlanders... if you like.

 

 

And I ask you how different is the Imperium from Chaos?  I would answer, the IMperium is organized.

 

Organized to defend its citizens, not to treat them as objects to please and pleasure our leaders. I have seen the cultists who worship your sick leaders and seen how they are treated by you and your ilk, and it sickens me to see men debased and debauching themselves in the name of false ones. Glorius is the man who denounces your ilk though it may lead to his maryterdom.

 

I will not try to tell you that man is perfect, thus any organization of man will have flaws. Though we are but imperfect reflections of the Emperor, we can and do carry out his will with aclarity. For the Imperium is on the side of right and all true citizens work towards one goal, the erradication of those who would subjagate us. Glorius is the work of the man who gives his all to defeat his enemy. You do not have to win in this war, you simply have to give your all. Better it is to die in the defense of the Imperium than to live a life as a heretic.

 

Go now foul one, the stench of your armor, the sight of your disfigured face makes me ill and I would not sully my holy icons with vomit. I look forward to conversing with you anon, for to know the mind of ones enemy is to bring about their destruction, and your time draws nigh.

 

<<<ooc, engageing conversation... bring it on bi-***!>>>

[drinker of blood]

To Captain Arron Clark

 

You say that you are not tainted, but all here know that lie for what it is. All gather here are "tainted" as you put. That tainted is what draws us here. You say that you look inside yourself and saw yourself clean. Mabey though, you saw just how tainted you truly are and you are just afraid to admit it. You will denie the taint to your dieing breath, but deep down you know that you are just as tainted as anyaand all gathered here.

 

You say that you travel aboard the Black Ship to Terra. Is it not true the only psycers travel aboard that vessel to be ruthlessly sacrificed to sustain the "life" of you blessed Corpse you call a god. But if you traveled aboard this vessel as you say you did that can only mean one thing, you, yourself are one of those "foul cursed things", a psycer. I know evan now that you will try to denie that fact, but if you speak true about that trip then it is undeniable.

 

You say that the empire of the Corpse will last uncountable eons, but how long until the people realize that all their sacrifices were to suport a Corpse that does nothing for them. Then chaos will take over and the empire of man will crumble like so many others. The Inquistion, who sacrifice whole worlds at the slightest wisper of rebellion or chaos, can not cover this up for ever. Then what do you think will happen? I leave this for you to ponder as you denie the fact that you are as tainted as any of us here.

 

When you do admit that your are tainted, return here and speak loud as you admit what you have know is true. Until that day, I will enjoy know that you, where every you are, are attmpting to denie an undeniable fact.

 

Lord Althor of the 8th company of the Black Legion

[refuse]

Well spoke Lord Althor,

The dreaded courpse's minions are as blind to their reality as they are hateful of ours.

 

They slay their citizens by the billions in the name of protecting their IMperium, but then scream we will kill a few million here and there.

 

Ah the power of ignorance. The greatest weapon of the Imperium. Knowledge and truth are ours.

[aclark79]

To Captain Arron Clark

Thats Aaron you foul bloated encasement of putresant flesh.

 

I am soory for the length of time that it has taken me to reply to your pack of lie, I was occupied in the 4th Sector fighting mutants and other foul aberations.

 

You say that you are not tainted, but all here know that lie for what it is. All gather here are "tainted" as you put. That tainted is what draws us here.

 

You are wrong, for it is YOUR taint that draws me here, much as the exocutioner goes to the Imperial Penitentiary or Exocutioners square, not his own home, to perform his duties. I to must seek out the wicked in order to dispose of them. In your case, and that of your foul brethren traitors, I have come here to listen to your words so that I might learn the better to kill you and your kind, for it is written that to know ones enemy is the first step to knowing thier erradication.

 

You say that you look inside yourself and saw yourself clean. Mabey though, you saw just how tainted you truly are and you are just afraid to admit it.

Nay, I have seen the balance and know that I am pure, in the name of the Emperor of Mankind I have slain foul score of men and deamons. Ihave no fear save failing in my duty and besmirching the honor of my Chapter. Since I will not do so, since I am impeachable, since I will not fail, I have no fear of mortal man or the foul powers you claim as gods.

 

You say that you travel aboard the Black Ship to Terra. Is it not true the only psycers travel aboard that vessel to be ruthlessly sacrificed to sustain the "life" of you blessed Corpse you call a god. But if you traveled aboard this vessel as you say you did that can only mean one thing, you, yourself are one of those "foul cursed things", a psycer.

 

::OOC::: opps... I always thought taht some marines had used the black ship to get to terra as escort and guards, in one of the stories... wel my mistake :::::

 

And what would you know of the Black Ship? You know what my have passed ten thousand years ago, befor you and your kind turned your backs on your holy oaths and became foul eithich, my homeworlds word for foul oath deniers.

 

I know that not all who travel the Black Ship are pyskers, for some must serve in the troop, and others are called to Terra to speak befor the High Lords. Yet I did see many on the ship with manifest powers, but none were unwilling to give thier own lives in the sustination of our beloved leader, the Emperor of Mankind. Not one repudiated thier task set befor them by the will of mankind.

 

I speak the truth, that you know not all things that pass under the watch of man for you and your kind are banished and declared herticus, and you many not participate in the glorius rights of man. Salvation has been denied to you for your crimes against those you swore to obey. Mayhaps if you end your own life then you will be forgiven, but fear not, if you choose to live, I and my brothers will be there to help you on your way.

 

You say that the empire of the Corpse will last uncountable eons, but how long until the people realize that all their sacrifices were to suport a Corpse that does nothing for them. Then chaos will take over and the empire of man will crumble like so many others. The Inquistion, who sacrifice whole worlds at the slightest wisper of rebellion or chaos, can not cover this up for ever. Then what do you think will happen? I leave this for you to ponder as you denie the fact that you are as tainted as any of us here

 

I would expect such logic from a school boy unlearned in the ways of loigc and debate, not a once-marine, but pray, your mind must be as degenerate as your body is disformed.

 

It is the holy Emperor of Terra who produces the shinning light of the Astronomicon, without such safe light we would not be able to safely travel the ways of the Warp. Even if that were all that the Emperor produces, it would be enough. The Emperor lives yet and his will is given to us by the High Lords who attend him. Throught the Emperor we are given our instructions and tasks are set befor us.

 

How can foul rebellion take place when the sacrifice you refer to is freely given, a nescessity that all agree upon. Even on the most backward world the ab-humans worship the Emperor as a god, and though he is not a god he is worthy of thier praise. I am no man who is lead by a ministorium or preacher from the Cult of the Emperor, I am a Space Marine, a member of the Adeptus Astartes and a Cameron Highlander of the 79th Chapter of the Imperium of Mankind. I am educated in the true history of our race and I know that once the Emperor was a man who walked amoungst us, that foul Horus was a creater of Chaos and tried to take our Emperor away. Yet our paramount man lives on, longer than your foul primarchs, longer than Horus, longer than your diseased marines, and he will continue to guide us and lead us to victory, this is my firmest affirmation.

 

I have no fear of the Inquisition, let them go to each planet and look for the taint of Chaos. If a world is tainted and must be purged, so be it the price. Lakity begets herasy, and if a world must be chastized for its failure to remain pure, then that is the price that must be paid.

 

What need has the Inquistion to cover up a massacre of a planet, for I doubt sch a thing has ever happened, yet if they found it nessesary to safeguard the larger citizenry, then so be it, I would fire the virus bomb myself and know that it was the right thing. No one man, including myself, is alrger than the Imperium and all must be ready to make thier sacrifice for the Imperium itself.

 

 

 

I repudiate your assertaions that I am tainted, for your eyes are covered in slime and flith, all you see is bessoted by your blindess and arogance. I am glad that you freely admit your sins, unlike so many others who pretend and hide ehind thier false truths and foul lies, pretending to follow thier oaths, yet truley they are foul heretics who have broken thier sworn oaths to follow the will of the Emperor and instead ebrace the choas and puirialty of thier foul primarchs.

 

Now I ask you this, can you not see your damnation? Can you not feel in your bones that you are following false gods, that you have broken your oaths? As foul and corrputed as you are now, can you not remember a time when you were a true amrine, fighting for your legion, your pirmarch and most importandly your Emperor, your creator, your benifactor? How can you turn your back on that?

[drinker of blood]

I see that you truly are a coward if you still will not admit that you are truly tainted. For it is so ovious that you are tainted. Oh well

 

All comes out in time.

 

You say that the sacrifice of millions is know to all and accepted. That I truly doubt, for would you wouldn't tell all citizens that they would think that they might be the next in line to die and rebell. Also you say that those psykers freely gave them selves to the Corpse in free will. If that is true then why are they hunted out by the Inquistion? If these psyker truly gave theselves up freely then the Inquistion wolud not search every world in hopes of find them. If the psykers truly where to give them selve up freely to the corpse then they would not be a threat of being possesed. For you must be real weak to not stop a deamon from possesing you.

 

You say you are of the 79th chapter. If that is true then you have always been fed lies and mistruths. I and my brethern are of the first founding, we were the first, to concuer the galaxies. We knew the thruth as it happened. We knew and still know the Corspe would not lat for ever, and chaos is never ending.

 

You have grown up being fed the lies that the Corpse if all power full and never ending but the truth is, millions die to keep is soul trapp in the material world. With out those deaths, he would have, and should have been dead long ago.

 

You speak that with out the Corpse, you wouldn't be able to travel the warp but we seen to do it just fine with out him. All the Corpse does is make you weak, it limites your true freedom, it binds you to follow rules that no man should have to follow.

 

Lord Althor or the 8th company of the Black Legion

[aclark79]

What no reply to the substance of my words REFUSE? Does the light of truth hurt your foul and blood coated optics? Are you unable to utter a word of response, or are you to ensconsed in the pleasures of the flesh, you foul pox ridden foul necrophiliac.

 

Now, Drinker of Blood, an apt name I must say, to you I will reply.

 

I see that you truly are a coward if you still will not admit that you are truly tainted. For it is so ovious that you are tainted. Oh well

I can only tell you the truth, if you are blined to it by the desiase ridden inside your brain... well tis sad, but such is the price for following your false gods. Which power do you follow, bloody khorne? Sickly nurgle? Decadant Slannesh? Or unstalbe Tzeetch? Not that it matters, it only changes the face of your outward corruption, your soul is clearly blackened already.

 

You say that the sacrifice of millions is know to all and accepted. That I truly doubt, for would you wouldn't tell all citizens that they would think that they might be the next in line to die and rebell

 

Truley I do not understand your baseless protestations. You say that millions might rebel, but such is not the case and this knowledge is well known and understood. All men of the imperium, be they base slave or high planetary govener, private in the IG or Lord High Commander, know that they are but a cog in the wheel of the Imperium and each man must be willing at anytime to make thier sacrifice for the better good of the Imperial state. No man asks any better, no man free of chaos.

 

Also you say that those psykers freely gave them selves to the Corpse in free will. If that is true then why are they hunted out by the Inquistion?

It is true that there are foul phsykers out there, tainted by chaos, who would not submit by choice to thier rightfull destiny, but I know that they are in the minority. Man Imperial Guard armies make use of Sanctioned Pyskers to battle the enemies of mankind. These men and women are not hunted by the Inquistion, why would they be, they are doing their job. Those rouge Psykers, the ones who have given themselves over, they are a threat to all Imperial citizens and should be liquidated. If they can be used for good ends, then so be it.

 

You say you are of the 79th chapter. If that is true then you have always been fed lies and mistruths. I and my brethern are of the first founding, we were the first, to concuer the galaxies. We knew the thruth as it happened. We knew and still know the Corspe would not lat for ever, and chaos is never ending.

 

I have been fed lies? I think not, I am decendant of a 6th Founding Chapter of which I may not speak, destroyed in battle we have been reformed and christened under the name of our first Chapter Master, Ian Angus Cameron. Our Progenitors are the glorius Imperial Fists, favored of Terra, Primarch Rogal Dorn. We are the 79th Chapter of the Adeptus Astartes, though if we are the first with that moniker, I know not.

 

I will acknowladge that you and your brother traitors are from the 1st founding, all know of your treachery. I know that you swore oaths that ever bound your soul, that you and your kind repudiated your oaths and laid your souls low, that you are fou oathbreakers and that there is no salvation for you and your kine.

 

Of course you can travel the warp without the aid of the astronomonicon, for you are in leage with evil, and evil helps its little children do thier evil.

 

Please, awnser my queries from my last post, or do you fear what you might find if you examin your own soul.

[refuse]

What no reply to the substance of my words REFUSE? Does the light of truth hurt your foul and blood coated optics? Are you unable to utter a word of response, or are you to ensconsed in the pleasures of the flesh, you foul pox ridden foul necrophiliac.

Dear visitor of the worshipped dead,

 

I had not realized you were addressing me. If you seek my attentions, then you need only ask, and that in and of itself is proof of your corruption!.

 

Now, Drinker of Blood, an apt name I must say, to you I will reply.

 

I see that you truly are a coward if you still will not admit that you are truly tainted. For it is so ovious that you are tainted. Oh well

 

I can only tell you the truth, if you are blined to it by the desiase ridden inside your brain... well tis sad, but such is the price for following your false gods. Which power do you follow, bloody khorne? Sickly nurgle? Decadant Slannesh? Or unstalbe Tzeetch? Not that it matters, it only changes the face of your outward corruption, your soul is clearly blackened already.

Hmmn, with a name like Drinker of Blood, the question should be self evident. Has your facilities for reason failed along with you faith in the necrotic god you worship?

 

You say that the sacrifice of millions is know to all and accepted. That I truly doubt, for would you wouldn't tell all citizens that they would think that they might be the next in line to die and rebell

 

Truley I do not understand your baseless protestations. You say that millions might rebel, but such is not the case and this knowledge is well known and understood. All men of the imperium, be they base slave or high planetary govener, private in the IG or Lord High Commander, know that they are but a cog in the wheel of the Imperium and each man must be willing at anytime to make thier sacrifice for the better good of the Imperial state. No man asks any better, no man free of chaos.

Ah, free of Chaos, but slave to the Imperium.

How many of those lost souls would enjoy the freedom of Chaos, to know that through their service they may rise up, to become that which they may. Or would they rather spend a lifetime toiling for

he who does not care

.

 

Also you say that those psykers freely gave them selves to the Corpse in free will. If that is true then why are they hunted out by the Inquistion?

 

It is true that there are foul phsykers out there, tainted by chaos, who would not submit by choice to thier rightfull destiny, but I know that they are in the minority.

If that is your thoughts you are mistaken.

There are those who are trained by your imperium to give their lives for the Astronmicon, those sedated lemmings follow the commands to laydown their lives willingly.

Then there are those who are sacrificed to the Emperor, as food. They are not even fed or washed before having their sould ripped from their bodies.

 

 Man Imperial Guard armies make use of Sanctioned Pyskers to battle the enemies of mankind.  These men and women are not hunted by the Inquistion, why would they be, they are doing their job.  Those rouge Psykers, the ones who have given themselves over, they are a threat to all Imperial citizens and should be liquidated.  If they can be used for good ends, then so be it.

Those poor souls? Barely alive, and executed at the first failed attempt to use their powers.

Then again, those self same Inquisitors have daemonhosts, bound to their will. Do you think they treat either of their tools differently? A creature of Chaos, or a weilder of Chaos powers?

Ah, you have been mesmorized by the Dogma of the Imperium.

 

You say you are of the 79th chapter. If that is true then you have always been fed lies and mistruths. I and my brethern are of the first founding, we were the first, to concuer the galaxies. We knew the thruth as it happened. We knew and still know the Corspe would not lat for ever, and chaos is never ending.

 

I have been fed lies? I think not, I am decendant of a 6th Founding Chapter of which I may not speak, destroyed in battle we have been reformed and christened under the name of our first Chapter Master, Ian Angus Cameron. Our Progenitors are the glorius Imperial Fists, favored of Terra, Primarch Rogal Dorn. We are the 79th Chapter of the Adeptus Astartes, though if we are the first with that moniker, I know not.

Ah, Dorn. You speak of him with such reverence.

Would my pedigree impress you?

I am a Marine of the first founding. Of the time before primachs. I was created pure of the influence that stole the Primachs. I served the Emperor when there was only Terra. I have stood upon the same grounds and in the presence of your vaulted Dorn, along with all the other Primachs. I had served for many years before Dorn even took up the mantle of the Imperial Fist.

So your history and truths have been watered down with the tides of time. I was present at many of the famous battles you read about, and particpated in many thousands more you will never read about. I read your Imperial histories and see the revisionistic approach to the truth, if such a thing exists anymore. The double-think of the imperium is blinded even to the glaring lack of continuity in your history. But you are so blinded to the fact that you walk in a miasma to your death.

 

I will acknowladge that you and your brother traitors are from the 1st founding, all know of your treachery.  I know that you swore oaths that ever bound your soul, that you and your kind repudiated your oaths and laid your souls low, that you are fou oathbreakers and that there is no salvation for you and your kine.

Repudiated?

Some day dear visitor you shall find the truths, and if you are strong enough, you will survive them.

 

Of course you can travel the warp without the aid of the astronomonicon, for you are in leage with evil, and evil helps its little children do thier evil.  

Evil?

Now that is funny. A million million worlds rebel against the Evil that is the Imperium. But yet, it is we who you define as evil. If I could kill but a fraction of the humble imperial servants that the imperium kills in a a day, I would be a GOD.

Sometimes I think that Khorne could learn alot from the Emperor. The Emperor's beserkers are methodical to say the least. A steady contionous stream of death in his name.

 

Please, awnser my queries from my last post, or do you fear what you might find if you examin your own soul.

Fear?

Fear is for people that are afraid of death, and guilty of their actions. I am neither my dear visitor, neither.

Remit your soul to the power you worship.

[drinker of blood]

First, why fo you keep saying that i am deisease ridden? I am no follower of Grandfather Nurgle. I am a follower of Chaos Undivided evan though i prefer the way of Khorne.

 

I agree the fear is a weakness, yet stubborness is also a weakness. One must know when to fight and when to leave the feild of battle. A good leader knows when to stand back and shoot and when to charge head long into battle.

 

Lord Althor of the 8th Company of the Black Legion

[kha'delath]

Wow did this die, it was great...

[Zorianarki]

(sorry for the revival, didn't spot it till now and I can't possibly.. not.. answer this.)

 

++TRANSMISSION BEGINS++

 

How laughable...

To see the weak traitors bicker over who amongst you is the strongest, the smartest or the fastest, while you all cover away in the disappointingly small sectors of space where his holy light does not shine brightly. Hiding from the righteous wrath that we bring upon you whenever those abominations that you claim to be solders leaves the protection of your false gods and your warped worlds, desperately holding on to the weapons and armor given to you by the mighty Emperor while preaching his weakness.

 

How many times have that weak excuse of a commander Abbadon tried to drive his black crusades into our hearts?

How many times have your pathetic gods tried to twist the minds of our innocent people?

How many times have you unleashed your daemons upon our defenseless worlds?

And how many times have you been crushed under our righteous fury, driven back to your pathetically small havens.

 

I do have to compliment your resilience, after utterly failing your attempt to wrestle Holy Terra from our grasp, after having your so-called "Warmaster" slain by our Emperor, after millennium upon millennium of attacking our weakest planets and failing miserably, you keep trying. Alas the day I see one of your "crusades" come for my fortress monastery instead of dishonorably preying on peasants that holds no challenge, that day I shall smile while I crush the empty husks you call your bodies under my boot.

 

Beware traitors and warpspawns! Wherever you show yourself we will be there, squashing your infested, rotting corpses, crushing your empty shells that holds no life within, feeding your blood-god with the blood of his own and giving you experiences of pain the likes of which you have never imagined.

 

This is the time of man and we are his fist, you are but spatter on my armor and dirt under my boot.

 

For mankind, for Terra and for the Emperor!

 

+Chapter Master Castor of the Angels of Penance+

 

++TRANSMISSION ENDS++

[Master of Sanctity]

This is the time of man and we are his fist, you are but spatter on my armor and dirt under my boot.

 

For mankind, for Terra and for the Emperor!

 

 

Quote of the new year in my opinion.

[Artos]

Why do we argue Brothers, we all are against the Corpse on the throne of Terra!Us Black Legion

were the ones who began the Heresy,Under our Lord Horus,even though Abaddon speaks against

Horus as being weak and a fool,in enclosed doors he misses his master,and glories of those days when

Horus was alive!Some may not speak for Abaddon but as one who has fought at the side of both,

I can say,that were Horus ressurected truly,Abaddon would give his master his rightful place! As Warmaster again! I say let the Galaxy burn! Let us bring a new Black Crusade upon the Imperium

Kill for the Living! Kill for the Dead!For the memory of Horus! :) What do you say Brothers!

[Yogi]

We argue for the reason you do not see, blinded as you are. Our legion, the Black Legion has no purpose and no leader. Abaddon is a fool and he is not my master. I fight for nothing other then pleasure and economics now, as do we all.

 

Draccus Khaine of the Black Legion.

[Asmodeus' Swordhand]

OOC:Just found this thread... so awesome.

I am playing as a LatD commander(human but still wearing power armour) hope that doesn't violate forum rules but inquisitors DO do that too

since no one's tried it I think i'll speak for Malal(who by the way has been laughing since this thread was created)

 

 

And so I begin(if you actually read this whole thing you will get power beyond all imagination :p)

 

A hooded figure in terminator armour seems to appear from the shadows. His voice is that of a commander, a warrior, and a murderer. he speaks:

 

I know what you seek, what you all seek is power. Those who do not are thrice damned monsters so deterred from their goals by the selfish gods that they have forgotten what they are. They are space marines! You are space marines! You forget how powerful you once were, how powerful you could be. You throw insults back and forth to what end? you have become addicts, only satisfied when your masters are satisfied. you are slaves to the gods. I was once object to such slavery. I had worshiped slaanesh. three-thousand years ago I had been devastated by the bitter truth that I would never serve in the Adeptus Astartes. I had been a rebel, a rioter and a hard druggie. I had been in the embrace of slaanesh unknowingly for years before my desire to become a space marine truly came upon me. I was a potent fighter, for fighting is what I have known since birth. I killed my first man at eight: I stabbed him in the back of the neck with a kitchen knife. I started drugs not long after. But as I strove so hard to become an initiate, I was always passed over. Reputation thing. That was when slaanesh whispered. My dreams could come true, for my young prince could make anyone do anything. Soon I was enrolled as a recruit. The only reason my implants did not begin was because of my physical maturity. Thirteen and already a recruit prized his martial prowess. My dreams come true. For a while.

I've heard it said that once upon the path of chaos if you look away you are doomed. It is not so. I looked away, but right in the right direction. But let us continue the story that brought me here.

The desire began. I was done with slaanesh I thought, but he was not done with me. Like a drug he was, and i couldn't pull away. painful internal mutations began to affect me. They were difficult to hide, but I remained a recruit. I started back up with the drugs. Life was so painful, and I was scared. I was scared because I liked it. I became gaunt, strung out, and wiry. I had trouble controlling the ecstasy I felt in combat, in training. The fortress-abbey I trained in became a prison that I had to get out of. And then I recognized the truth: Never would I be a marine. I was damned to be a slaaneshi play-toy, and I liked it. But was this what I had sought out to be? No. I did not realize it yet, but I would soon. An Astarte first tried to slay me when I was caught in bed with a brand new sister of battle, still as green as grass and undisciplined. I killed him with my bare hands, and fled the Abbey by night. I had stolen the marine's chainsword and his vox receptor. Listening to every command given on the vox, I escaped without having to fight. I had killed three marines by the end of the day. I killed anyone who came near me. I looked back. There, sobbing in the gutter of a far away and deserted street, I realized what I had become. I did not feel the pleasure of my extreme emotions; however, I felt brain dead.

But I was not doomed. I looked in the right direction, and there in the shadows, The Renegade God stood. And then he spoke. I joined him, as one does when confronted by gods, but he was different. He had his own inner turmoil. I was no slave this time. I could be what I wanted. Instead of a pact, it was an alliance. He broke me free of all my slaaneshi needs, but the damage was done. I would never be a god among warriors. I was human. Slaanesh had gifted me in a warped way, but it served my purpose. I felt like a superhuman. For the first time in my life I felt free. It was not about servitude any longer. Malal did not pervert me, twist me, or affect me. You will call me a slave to my god. I admit that I am. But not as you are. All of you. I share Malal's hate for the other gods, as berserkers thirst for blood. But I have yet to see a berserker pull away. I can pull away.

I was ready at first. I wished nothing more than to see my prince of pink-and-pillows die. I was a vigilante. I stole a smugglers ship. I murdered the crew one by one until the survivors obeyed me. Off into the maelstrom. But what was I, a human, against the might of the chaos space marines? Nothing. I became a traitor. Lost and damed I was called, but I rose high. I am here now standing before great warlords and commanders, and my word is accepted. In many ways my dream came true. I made it come true. I have a mighty legion of humans, like me, sad and dispensable. They were all lost, like me, but I have found them. I am equaled in pirate fleets only by lord Huron himself, yet in inhuman blessings I equal a raw Astarte. I feel as an Astarte. I am as godless as the dirt I stand upon, and as powerful as I had wished to be, if not more. But what does my god say? I am godless. I gave up Malal and pursued power as a human. Malal is indifferent for anarchy reigns.

You who still worship gods may feel good, but from my standpoint you are doomed more so than our beloved corpse emperor himself. Your beliefs are disgusting. I know what it is to feel. Your gods are just drugs, stimulants that hold you as slave. you may feel good in their grasp, as did I, but it affected me. Those who walk the path as far as lord Bowman are beyond return. But before the effect develops completely you can escape. What does nurgle think of slaaneshi drugs? What does khorne think of tzeentchian sorcery? What does Malal think of them? Disgust and hatred. Even fools like Althor fail to see this. His company fights for a common cause, and yet there is no unity among the ranks. What have the gods done to make it so? You were once brothers! Discard your gods, fight as brothers once more! Many a fool insults the chaos gods. Those without devotion to the gods may heed, but what of those already corrupted? I offer a way out. You will feel alive, more alive than you have ever felt. All you have to do is be free. Abbadon is no fool as has been claimed, he is devoted to no god, has resisted their gifts, and yet has gained their favor. His will is iron, and he dreams of unity. He has carried a potent daemon weapon for ten thousand years, yet he is deaf to it's whispers, unlike a certain primarch. Though Fulgrim was honorable, and the most capable primarch most likely if one discludes Horus, chaos killed him. Slaanesh killed him. I do not slight the other primarchs, except those who followed another damning god: the emperor. Alpharius was mighty, perfect one could say. Alone among the primarchs it is said that he did have to be found, but that he came home. Unequipped, he would have killed primarch Horus had he not realized they were brothers. Night Haunter. Konrad Kruze was not to die even after he saw his death in the future, he was strong. It was inevitable that he would die, but he faced it without fear. A more honorable feat than the other primarchs could muster. With their gods, and their guns, they are damned. I will follow abbadon when the day comes. The day when his black crusades become successful. You will know the day, and you will fight. But that day will not come until you lose what corruption the gods have provided, and attack without secondary motives. Lose your gods. Cull those too far down the path to do the same. When this is over you shall have freedom, and you shall be as you have always wished to be! You just have to reach out and take it, without the help a puppet master god.

 

Death To The False Emperor!

 

 

-Asmodeus

 

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