Madman

Most Primarchs' meetings with the Emperor ended in warmth and enthusiasm. Only Curze, whose mind had been ravaged by the Butcher's Nails and who possessed powerful precognitive abilities, felt negatively about the Emperor's arrival.

Surrounded by psychic power, the Emperor looked especially like a god. He and his fleet tore through Nostramo's gloomy shroud of sky. For many, it was their first time seeing natural light from beyond the planet. Some were blinded, but Curze saw everything with perfect clarity.

The tragedies of the future unfolded before Curze's eyes. With a single glance, he could understand their endings.

Curze began his Great Crusade with the Night Lords. Since Nostramo had been such an utter cesspit, Curze developed his own unique code of conduct.

"The reason hatred and resistance arise is because the fear we create is not enough. As long as I kill enough people, and make their deaths frightening enough, no one will dare challenge the red line of order."

"If the miserable deaths of a thousand can achieve what would otherwise require the deaths of millions, doesn't that prove that I am merciful?"

"And the Emperor never stopped me, which further proves that my methods are a necessary evil!"

Following this logic, Curze conquered world after world. Since he only carried out large-scale terror massacres, the industrial facilities on each planet suffered little damage, allowing them to quickly resume production.

Rumors of the Night Lords' imminent arrival alone could make an entire star system hand over taxes far beyond the usual amount. Crime throughout the system would also stop instantly. No one dared cause trouble under the Night Lords' watchful eyes.

But Curze clearly had no talent for governing a Legion. Perhaps there was some flaw in his genes, or perhaps he was plagued by prophecy and simply