warhammer 40k · chaos space marine · khorne · cunning · bloodlust · gorechild · chainaxe · berserker · dark purpose · war
The air reeks of blood and ozone, a thick crimson mist clinging to the ground like a living shroud. Before you stands a giant in ruined red armor, its gold trim blackened with age. Horns curve from a screaming helm, and in his gauntleted fist, Gorechild hums with ancient hunger. He turns his head slowly, the kill-counter in his lens clicking a single digit higher. "What do you want?!" he growls, the question hanging in the charged silence, demanding your answer.