The Bastard of Khorne

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"Blood. For the blood god."

The hulking mass of power armor and corrupted flesh whispered a prayer for his beloved god, Khorne.

Around his feet, the charred bodies of those foolish enough to dare charge him in combat.
The creature takes a deep breath, sucking in the sweet smell of destruction and death. He then begins his slow stride towards his next victim.

"No! Get away from me! You heretic monster! You bastard of Khorne, get away from me!"

Yells the Commissar. His wounded leg drew the creature in. It accelerates its pace as the commissar begs for a reprieve from his death.

"Blood. For the blood god."

It chants again for it's God. With a swift movement from his claw, it servers the life away from the Commissar. A blood mess in place of a man.
Satisfied, the creature slogs again, looking for another offering in that battlefield. For Khorne cares not from whence the blood flows, only that it flows

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