A most traditional clusterfuck. In space. Someone wanted to mention war, too.
Athosius the Arch-fiend (CG2)
CHAMPION OF KHORNE.
I REMEMBER NOT MY ORIGINAL WEAK BODY. MY ARMOR SAYS I WAS A SON OF HORUS ONCE BUT I CANNOT BE SURE. THE BLOOD HAS CLEANSED MY MIND, AND ARMOR OF ANY REMEMBRANCE.
Hulking Chaos Space Marine probably of the Black Legion. His fist has been blessed by Khorne and has swelled to 3 times its normal size. His terminator armor has adapted through the millenia to accommodate his tail.
PASTS. WHO NEEDS THEM.
I CAN HARDLY REMEMBER MINE. THE MILLENIA OF GLORIOUS BLOODSHED HAS ERASED THAT. I CONSIDERED MYSELF COMPLETE, MY PURPOSE FULFILLED. EVERYDAY I DRENCHED MYSELF IN THE GORE OF A HUNDRED LOYALISTS. UNSTOPPABLE.
FOR THE LONGEST TIME NOTHING MATTERED. IT WAS MY SOUL.
ME AND MY BROTHERS DANCED IN SEAS OF BLOOD. ON A THOUSAND WORLDS WE CARRIED ON OUR SACRED RITE.
NOW I HUNGER. A VOID INSIDE ME GROWS. I NEED MORE. POWER. DEATHS. BLOOD. I WILL APPEASE MY LORD AND SEEK HIS FAVOR. I WILL BRING HIS WRATH TO THE WEAK CARRION GOD.
THE BLACK CRUSADE IS COMING.