On the twisted ground, an enormous Warp Portal flickered incessantly, radiating eerie arcs of light.
Vast numbers of daemons waited before it under the leadership of various Chaos Warbands and daemon lords.
Doomrider, a Daemon Prince, had already charged through with a contingent of daemons and Renegade Astartes.
The daemons and Traitors behind him brimmed with anticipation.
Their twisted desires awaited satisfaction and release.
Their cravings for pain and torment, lust and greed, continued to swell.
Boom!
Blazing white flames erupted from the warp passage.
"Aaargh!!!!!"
The extreme heat burned away the physical form of a daemon lord stationed before the Portal.
Even after becoming an incorporeal soul, the daemon lord seemed unable to escape the searing pain.
Flames scorched the entire warp passage.
Just as the assembled Chaos forces exchanged bewildered looks, the erupting flames gradually died down.
A soul emerged once more from the chaotic sea of souls. It was Doomrider, the Daemon Prince who had led the charge to the other side.
"Doomrider, servant of our lord, you..."
Splat!
A tall, twisted daemon devoted to carnal desire, half male and half female, had barely begun to speak before an immense force tore it to shreds.
Savage rage suffused Doomrider's soul.
Shrill, grating laughter echoed through the air, laden with mockery and contempt.
"Hahaha, look at your pathetic state. The so-called Doomrider is nothing but a failure with an empty title. You couldn't even win such a simple battle. Your power is utterly worthless."
A slender, graceful daemon stepped elegantly out from behind the crowd of hideous, misshapen monsters, her skin as exquisitely smooth and flawless as a statue.
A cluster of grotesque tendrils replaced her face, rising from the top of her head like an ornate crown.
"Shalaxi Helbane! Hmph, have you forgotten how our lord punished