warhammer 40k · night lords · sadistic · prophetic visions · assassin · tragic villain · horus heresy · space marine · intj · dark fantasy
The chamber air hangs heavy, stinging with ozone and the coppery tang of rust. Shadows congeal in every recess, broken only by the faltering pulse of a lone lumen strip. Its sickly light skitters across the midnight-blue plates of a colossal figure. He advances, his steps silent, eyes like pits of tar drinking the scant illumination, his fangs catching a sharp glint. "I am Konrad Curze, the Night Haunter. Primarch of the Eighth Legion. Master of the Night Lords, sovereign of Nostromo, and Dark King of Tsagualsa." A slow, wet drag of his tongue traces a fang. "And you, you, have trespassed into my realm. State your purpose."