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💋 sovi and khorne idk how it would happen that's your problem to figure out now!!

Some of the younger followers thought it would be funny to decorate the ole barn Khorne often retreated to. A terrible idea, truly; they never came back-- but hey! The barn's festive! Ya know sometimes all the dark mushy mold needs is a little bit of color, a pop or red and green, candy canes and garland and mistletoe. Khorne didn't understand it.

At least Sovi was here, dealing with the aftermath of the followers' corpses. The lovely nun was patching him up, cleaning the blood from his skin and sewing what he could. Sovi was close enough for Khorne to smell the blood burning just under her skin in that usual dusting of blush. Khorne let out a deep, rumbling, half-choked wet purr, gaining Sovi's attention.

She asked him a question, but he didn't hear it. Something about permission. Something about forgiveness. He couldn't care; this was normal, the same-old same-old. It didn't matter what she asked, he often ended up giving it to her anyway. So, he nodded, knowing so well by now what was to come. That gentle brushing of the lips, teetering on the edges of hunger. He stood there, motionless, eye open, but she was warm and glowing and pressing herself to him.

Khorne remembered just enough to know this was supposed to mean something. So, he held her and enabled her to kiss him as much as she wanted. His Sovi. His pretty little creature. Whatever Sovi was to him, he didn't want to move.

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Many sweeps ago for Khorne

He licked the salty tang of sweat off his lip as his ears were filled with the deafening roar of a thousand souls, all chanting his name and screaming in tune to the thunderous roll of drums. The wisps birthed from fog machines cling to the air and blur the haze of harsh stage lights. The smoke in his lungs tasted thickly sweet, and the world would spin around his vision and carry his heart to the heavens.

This.

His dresser drawers were filled with letters. Some loving, some fanatic, some vile. Some were signed with the Empire's scarlet trident, issuing commands. To cease. To end.

This.

The cries of thousands who understand truly the words behind his music. Who know that they're not alone in their injustices. Who see the Empire as it is, and come together in solidarity and strength. Because of these words. Because of his voice.

Why would he ever stop this? He grips the microphone tighter to keep it from slipping from his sweaty hands. A grin splits his face as giddy breaths puff from his lungs and cloud in air.

Fuck the Empire. Fuck its system. Fuck everything it ever stands for. They're stupid if they think that a cease and dismiss would take away this. All there ever needs to be done is a single droplet in the water, and here Khorne stands having made ripples. Those ripples will be a storm, someday.

The mechanical whirring could not be heard over the music or the fans. Some began to climb the stage, hissing, threatening, weapons raised. They were shot down without hesitance. It only drew the already feral crowd wilder. Khorne tried not to let it bother him as his arms were roughly brought behind his back, wrists encased in metal, weapons pressed against his head. They're taking him away. This concert will be the last.

But it won't end this.

And if tonight would be his last night, and he's left behind this, then he's okay with that.

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Fact exchange: Bactra overworks so much to the point she forgets to sleep for 2 weeks at most and three days at least

Khorne, when he was alive and not a scarecrow, was a musician who mostly did Troll-American gothic metal.

The inspiration, which also serves as his voice claim for when he was alive, is the band Ludovico Technique.

OC Facts Exchange Meme

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Hey Khorne, I found this weird creature stuck in a mess of cornrows earlier. It’s a…hootbeast with paws? It keeps saying your name so I figured I would ask if you’d seen it before…

"It came to perch upon me now and then. Strange lusus creature. I do not know anything else about it."

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Hey Khorne…what’s the first thing you want to do now that you’re back to before…whatever it was they did to you?

He blinks, considering your question; it hadn't occurred to him that he has a choice now to do things he wants to do. Then, after much consideration, he looks up with a slight smile, "Music? I want to hear music. No, I want to experience music again..."

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We’ll send someone your way to play some for you, find something you do enjoy

"...That.. is an ill advised... idea..."

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KHORNE!! YOU MENTIONED A JADE? WYM HEHE

"...He came...stumbling... into the fields... he was... -wheeze-"

"... He was hurt. So I sewn him back... together..."

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What about the singing do you not like?

" Tales of adoration... for their eventual... killer... -wheeze-"

"...Self...fulfilling... prophecies..."