"What a pitiful bunch of monkeys, filled with ignorant courage."
Blood Tear People Master Rakash stood on the bridge of the Black Thorn Bone Battleship.
Through the enormous window, he watched the void illuminated by the flames of war.
His tone was arrogant, as though he did not consider the human fleet worth noticing.
Rakash's arrogance was not without reason.
He was a member of the Blood Tear People Society of Art.
He was also one of Commorragh's oldest Eldar.
Born before the Eldar Fall, he had personally witnessed its arrival.
He had contributed to the human-centipede scheme, which restored vitality by torturing others and absorbing their pain.
He had already lived longer than humanity had traveled among the stars.
It was only natural that he looked down on humans.
Rakash had no interest in Commorragh's politics and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the study of pain.
He had joined the Black Thorn Conspiracy on this raid.
It was solely to gather enough material for torture and continue his mad experiments.
Rakash had died many times. Sometimes, in pursuit of the thrill that came with nearing death, he even willingly sought it out.
Repeated resurrections had thoroughly twisted his soul.
His appearance had become increasingly horrifying as well.
His exposed spine was crooked and broken.
Many decayed or completely necrotic limbs were rooted into that thoroughly rotten spine.
The leather-like flesh of his face had been forcibly fixed to his skull.
He looked like a broken doll, alive in a form that could never have survived in nature.
That horrifying appearance alone was enough to make everyone who saw him feel fear and scream.
Even the most terrifying monster humanity could create in horror fiction was not a tenth as dreadful as Rakash.
He was the embodiment of nightmare and terror.