#devotion: khorne

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Unhinged Blog Appropriate Vent

I dont think I ever be more closer to the overlap of Khorne and Slaanesh than my caffeine-induced coma has been interrupted by a sudden blast of every noise ever known happens in the house, startled up with my heart racing as if all the remaining sugar and caffeine pushes into my chest and brain.

And with it, rage. Barely contained rage trying to push through metaphysically stuffed door of emotion that I want to howl, scream and tear things apart as I behaviorally devolve into rabig monke. I want to twist someone's head a full 180 degree, throw things, and slam people as much as I want to cry, vent, howl and hate fuck with every frustration in my skull.

Then weep and lay on the floor a moment before going to drink on some water or something.

I just had that and I am stunlocked on what to do. Moments like this, I am glad I have a better head than most despite being tight jawed.

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Khornate Influence Study

Rulek has been known to shift from the influences of the Dark Gods and not just by appearance, but the subtlety of personality. In this instance, that of Khorne is a dramatic shift.

The monstrous draconic influence being the most obvious. His horns arched out to gore his unfortunate enemies and a maw that belch torrents of boiling blood-fire that have ending ranks of good warriors.

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Ghorgen, Executioner of the Godslayer

The first of Rulek's personal retinue, manifested from the gathered visera of the Bloody Harvest's altar pulled from the marrow and muscles of Norscan defiance. The Bloodreaper was a powerful one. With the size and skill that beguiled even those leading Rulek's bloodletter companies, he quickly earned his status and favour from the Daemon Prince in his undeterred fervour on the battlefield. One would say no different from any daemon-spawn of Khorne, until Ghorgen personally dragged a traitorous champion of grand aspiration to Rulek's growing court.

Finding little reason of the Bloodreaper to even drag this despot to him, the Undivided Prince tore the traitor's heart out and personally fed the gore to Ghorgen's gaping maw, proclaiming him to be his champion and executioner.

And with the newfound companionship, even as other joined the retinue, Rulek and Ghorgen have marched on the battlefield together and became closer in the march into Khorne's Realm. Here, Ghorgen further proved himself against his own kindred. A vicious gladiator that turned blades and claimed heads in every vicious swing, the Mark of Undivided burning on his chest, he kept his Prince's madness in their goal; for the Soul of Khorne's Princeling Champion.

Scourging through the Lord of War's realm, Rulek claimed a sword of unnatural making - one of churning teeth that devoured armour and flesh with ravenous excess of blood and gore. A Chainsword forged from Khorne's very hellforges claimed from the claws of a war-made Saurus Champion and seeing no other worthy, Ghorgen was gifted the weapon.

In the Realm of Khorne and after, the Executioner had used it well.

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Vorinakh the Rageturned, clad in his chaos armour

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" Brothers are the chiefest of our rivals. They deserve nothing but death and we honor them by giving them one befitting a warrior. Your mortality is yet to truly shed. In time, you will understand." - Khaxanzyr

"The worthless of time and kinship losing its value for the eternal. For daemons, it seems - like soldiers - it is not your birth kindred but those whom you make bonds with." Rulek mused, almost fatigued. He knew he still held his mortal values. They were the only vestiges to hold his mind to the now.

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Bloody Charge

Vorinakh the Rageturned tugged on his reins, his Juggernaut snorted and yanked but a quick swat from his burning sword made the mechanoid-daemon obey. His eyes unbroken from his hateful gaze from the hill, his rank of Skullcrushers coming to line the way. Their own hateful beasts snorting and drooling their boiling saliva, their riders sneered and held their command. As straining as they may be, both pulsating the same desire to charge. Only to be held back by Vorinakh’s own tedious will.

Below, the Imperial marshaling were trying to readjust their formations when he was spotted. The fools’ scouts never returned and by the shroud of the Gods they had not known the coming malevolence.  He let their fear heat the air before he roared, pointing his blade out and was the first to charge at the ranks.

With eyes upon the tide of scarlet and brass, they failed to see the prowling beasts in the woods. By the crack of his whip, Khir Splithelm unleashed the packs of fleshhounds and his personal retinue of blood reavers. The Khorngor, bleating at the back of the bestigor Sloukfagor Blood-Gorge. His hooves carved into the ear, flourishing and holding his runic axe at his shoulder. His barbed horns forward, fast of violence, the Imperial bloodbags had no chance to react. The Beasts of Khorne held no restraint nor fear, smashing into the gunmen and salivated for their ichor!

The thunderclap of rifles that managed to unload claimed only a couple of lives from the great many. Vorinakh howled as he crushed a man under his Juggernaut’s hooves, horn carving under ribs and cleaved organs. The hissing pistons propelling his host and himself through from one side to the other. Turning for more. Halbeldiers and swordsmen fighting for their lives.

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Rulek's Theme when in Khorne's Realm and he becomes KHORNLEK

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The Conqueror of Burning Desolation finally getting drawn on paper in my little memo book