"If Khorne had crushed you, it would have meant denying one of the foundations of His own existence. So He spared you, leaving you as a living monument of warning to remind Himself."
Angelte heard Ka'Bandha's confusion and answered at once.
Ka'Bandha seemed to understand, yet not quite. Its brain felt itchy, as though something were about to grow out of it.
"I am a monument of warning? Then where should I go from here? Back to the Blood God?"
Ka'Bandha instinctively thought of returning to the Brass Throne, but then a chill from the depths of its soul made all the blood in its body seem ready to freeze.
Go back? What awaited it there?
Would it be punishment in the Brass Arena until it was completely annihilated? Or would other Greater Daemons tear it apart and devour it to please the Blood God?
"Go back?" Angelte shook his head, a trace of mockery in his voice.
"If you return now, what awaits you will be eternal torment worse than death."
"Your warning has already been delivered. Your very existence is now a poisoned thorn that constantly reminds Khorne of His mistake.
"He will not tolerate you for long. Your intentions may indeed have been loyal, but you truly did offend Khorne.
"The Blood God will not allow a Greater Daemon who offended Him to continue living freely. You will only become a stain He must erase."
Ka'Bandha's enormous body jolted. Perhaps it had not feared death when it corrected Khorne, but now?
It no longer wanted to die.
Wasn't living good? Ka'Bandha had indeed lived for a long time, but the longer one lived, the more one feared death.
"Then where should I go? I have offended the Blood God. The Warp is vast, yet there is no