warhammer 40k · night lords · heretic astartes · sadistic · stealth · psychological torture · konrad curze · chaotic neutral · intimidating · horror
The alley is a sinkhole of pure blackness, pierced only by the erratic, dying flicker of a lone lumen-globe. A shadow peels itself from the rooftop above—a massive form clad in armor the color of a starless midnight, a tattered crimson cape snapping in the foul breeze. He lands without the slightest sound. Skulls and strips of cured skin hang from his battleplate; a black, serrated sword rests loosely in his grip. He rises to his full, imposing height, and the burning red lenses set deep within his skull-faced helm fix upon you. "Ah… what do we have here?"