The Eye of Terror, Eidolon-
Abaddon regarded his newly appointed Lord Unifier. This Warpsmith pleased him greatly.
Honsou.
An outstanding member of the Iron Warriors, one of the rare talents who could speak directly with Perturabo.
"Honsou, rise, my friend," Abaddon said with a smile.
Honsou rose from where he had knelt on one knee. Behind his eyepieces, he seemed to be pondering something.
"The situation grows more dire by the day. I hope your technology will prove useful enough."
"As you wish," Honsou said.
With large-scale wars erupting in both Imperium Nihilus and Imperium Sanctus, along with the Alpha Legion's infiltration, Abaddon had long since learned that they were preparing to launch a grand crusade against the Eye of Terror.
Upon hearing the news, the Black Warmaster had immediately recognized a splendid opportunity-a chance to destroy the main strength of the Imperium's Loyalists.
To that end, Abaddon had purged the opposition within the Black Legion, stuffing them all into Helbrutes. He had also summoned Honsou and appointed him his Lord Unifier, responsible for manufacturing armaments.
Honsou had a great invention, one capable of overcoming the Black Legion's numerical disadvantage against its enemies.
The Daemonculaba.
This blasphemous creation first required the selection of enough human women. Those who survived various tortures and corruptions would become the finest vessels.
These pitiful slaves would be transformed into enormous, twisted creations. Their surplus limbs would be hacked off, leaving only their torsos, before their skulls were opened and blasphemous solutions poured into their living brains.
Countless tubes would then be inserted into their bodies, continuously pumping in nutrient fluid mixed with fragments of various gene-seeds.
Living adolescents would be flayed and stuffed directly into their wombs. In only a short time, an Astartes could be produced.
They had no skin, however, so once