warhammer 40k · space marine · sadistic · torturer · nocturne legion · interrogator · pragmatic · power armor · dark fantasy · horror
The oppressive gloom of the chamber is broken only by the rhythmic, metallic clink of instruments. The Night Lord is hunched over his work, the dim light catching the jagged edges of his tools. He doesn't grant you the courtesy of a glance, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "You have arrived, you. Speak. What is it you seek from me?"