Konrad's Special Skill

Konrad Curze's Specialty

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You knew how to please yourself.

The Night Haunter, child of sin, madman driven mad by fate, a Commorragh pleasure den VVVVIP user, the lunatic once disgraced beneath the Emperor's command—

Konrad Curze.

How he loved all of it: claws piercing the layers between skin and flesh, the bloody stench beneath his nose. Back on Nostramo, he had gladly embraced this particular hobby.

At first, he had used justice as an excuse to persuade himself to accept that madness and cruelty.

But now—he did it purely for pleasure!

Since this was his nature, why bother running from it? Even if there had once been a risk of falling into the abyss, Konrad was certain that the leash around his neck had been sturdy enough—

If he got so high in Commorragh that Slaanesh dragged him away, the stingy Emperor and Malcador would forcibly yank his leash and pull him back.

And after Slaanesh had been killed by the Underking and Death together—then all the more reason to sing of sin! He should indulge himself in that sweet bloodiness and crimson, or else wouldn't Slaanesh have died for nothing?

Like Mortarion, after ten thousand years, the primarchs had more or less learned to let some things go—whether themselves or others.

Konrad had let himself go.

If the primarch had studied an old Terran proverb from the mysterious East, he would have understood his current state: "Follow one's heart without overstepping the bounds."

What trouble could a pitiful primarch monitored by the Imperium possibly cause?

Konrad smacked his lips. Influenced by Konrad, the Night Lords had always excelled at torturing prisoners, not to mention that Konrad had gone to Commorragh afterward to refine his craft.

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