Finally, many standard years after the end of the Horus Heresy, as the Loyalist Space Marine Legions were dividing themselves into Chapters in accordance with the newly-crafted Codex Astartes , Titan returned, just as Malcador had planned. However, time is subjective within the Warp, and where only standard years had passed in realspace , whole solar decades had slipped away in the fortress-monastery of the Grey Knights. Eight full Space Marines and hundreds of thousands of raw recruits had entered the Warp; a full one thousand Grey Knights emerged. By this time the human lords gathered by the Sigillite were masters of the organisation that had become the Inquisition , and had long been awaiting the return of Titan. Lost in the anarchy of the Second Founding , so many and varied were the names and Foundings of that time that few noticed the addition of another Space Marine Chapter.
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Share "And behold, a Daemon Lord comes in the full panoply of battle. At his passing, the trees gibber their rage, and the stones shout their hate to the uncaring sky. He hunts the enemies of his Master, for his meat is mortal flesh and his wine mortal souls. At his left hand moans a Daemon, bound in the shape of an axe. Its songs of blood and hatred echo forth and fill the sky with a moaning that stirs the dead. At his right hand stand Lesser Daemons, huntsmen all, straining at the leashes of the Hounds.
They chomp upon the shades and spirits they have harried, throwing morsels of innocence to each other, so that all may sample the sweetest meat. Behind him wait the Legions of his Master, arrayed in armour fluted and chased with gold, brighter than the sun and darker than midnight. Each holds a shrieking sword, each screams in disharmony with his blade, each joins the chorus of Chaos, a promise of worse than death for those that hear it.
Beneath their feet, the earth writhes at their touch, as if seeking to escape their presence. Behold, a Daemon Lord comes, and we are doomed While Exalted Daemons and Daemon Princes are forces of great power, they are as nothing when compared to the magnificence of the true Masters of Chaos.
The Greater Daemons exemplify the qualities of their dark masters, most closely resembling those traits and characteristics mortals expect to find in the Dark Gods. Their powers are beyond all others in the Old World.
They are capable of slaughtering armies on their own, and can warp the very landscape with their presence. To know them is madness , to face them is death. They are Chaos incarnate. Since they have such power, they are the closest to the Ruinous Powers, mirroring many of the same emotions and actions of their Gods. They may be at the centre of a vast conspiracy to undo the structures and organisations within the Empire or be the driving force behind a horde of mortals spilling out of the Wastes to raze Kislev.
But one would do best never to underestimate the cunning of these creatures. They are intelligent and driven, and their existence is a blight on the world.
Share "And behold, a Daemon Lord comes in the full panoply of battle. At his passing, the trees gibber their rage, and the stones shout their hate to the uncaring sky. He hunts the enemies of his Master, for his meat is mortal flesh and his wine mortal souls. At his left hand moans a Daemon, bound in the shape of an axe. Its songs of blood and hatred echo forth and fill the sky with a moaning that stirs the dead.