Kharn was angry he was always angry. due to the nails of pure pain firing into the meat of his mind. screaming was all he could hear, the screaming of men and women fighting him, only to fall to their doom. his massive chain-axe, gore-child, swinging up and down, into the flesh of mortals. clogged with flesh, yet the machine was too stubborn to stop and fall short of a complete killing. his vision was red. red from the blood on his helm, and red from the nails telling him to kill. telling him to kill at they will stop hurting him. but the nails never stopped, for 10,000 years, all they did was hurt his head and tell him to kill. there was a pain in his leg, it was bleeding. the ignored it, or he could not feel it. when he could think passed the nails pain he looked at his works for the blood god. then, he fed on their blood and flesh. his leg started healing, yet the amour was not broken. he wondered where why is was bleeding and decided he did not care. let it bleed, it was in service to khorne. "blood... for...the... blood...god" he said between mouthfuls of gore. then a strange thought had entered his mind. what would his brother from the word bearers think. Argel Tal, his friend and brother. Argel Tal had stopped Kharn form dying once, but Kharn could not return the favor. nothing was to blame, but the nails. he gave a cry of regret and anger, for the life the had failed. his war-band gathered around him. A young world eater came up to him, a Cadian which he could never remember his name due to the nails. the kid looked like he could not remember his own name. "master, what are your orders" he boys voice was dry and if he were just a mortal on a planet with no water. it was somewhat true, near the eye of terror they were on a planet with only blood and bodys. the imperial guard would be hear soon, and with no amour (tanks) they would not survive. "we go back to the eye... we shall prepare for a conquest that shall make the ultramarine's bleed." some of his war-band grinned. but then again, behind their face plates they could only grin and snarl. there were 50 of them, it did not matter if they could here them or not. He was going to redeem himself for his brother. he cared little for the thin blooded curs that paraded as world eaters. he could now understand how Argel Tal felt. All his brothers are dead, he failed all of them.
in the eye of terror he asked one of his war-band to lead the way to the thousand sons planet, trapped in orbit around the eye or terror. he took 10 of their number and went there, they were met by some thousand sons pointing bolters at them. they were dust, and if they knew who he was, they would not harm them, him and his world eaters walked into a central area, where there was so meany sorcerers. blood of gods, the nails burned. they all stared at the world eaters for some time. one thousand son walked up to him and said, "what can we do for a mad legion" some of the other thousand sons laughed, but most stayed in stunned silence. "do any of you dregs know how to bring the dead to life?!" he tried to sound as pissed off as he could. he didn't need to act much. then all the thousand sons were laughing. the first thousand son said to him "and why should we answer that?" it was the world eaters turn the laugh now. when the world eaters laugh, it was more like a cry of joy-full pain, and the nails would usually never let them joy a moment unless they were killing. "do you know?" kharn answered to reassert himself him and the world eaters unhooked their weapons by there sides and activated them, but keeping them idle for now, a few of them started to pace now. "even if i did, i would not tell yo-" there was he sound of a chain-blade revving and the sound of a body hitting the floor. the thousand sons pointed weapons and the world eaters. they were too slow, kharn and his men were already in action. slicing heads off blowing limps off with bolt and plasma weaponry. kharn activated his vox to his ship the conqueror. "we are legion!" the screamed as he killed another thousand son. next world eater drop pods started raining form the sky, countless world eaters form different war-bands traveling with him for the promise of blood. in but a matter of hours the streets were filled with world eaters and khorne cultist, killing thousand sons like they were bugs. kharn had got some help form the black legion and now they helped him round up sorcerers. surely one of them knew how to bring back the dead. this was the second burning of Prospero, however they made sure not to go near the tower of the thousand sons primarch, magnus the red; no one wanted to fight a demon prince. kharn felt a blissful state come-over him, the nails never let their victims sleep, instead their brains go to rest mode amiss a killing and the nails use the body to do nothing more than kill and kill, until the user can fight the pain and take control of their body. kharn came across a captain of the thousand sons. he had his amour and a power sword, kharn was in a moment of rest, his body was filled with lactic acid. how long had he been fighting? it mattered not. the thousand son was not what he needed, it needed die. "blood for the blood god!" kharn shouted as he ran to the captain, with his mighty axe gore-child screaming. the captain parried kharns blow, and kharn was pushed to the floor. "what is the meaning of this?" the thousand son captain asked, as if he was going to get a meaningful answer from a world eater. "this is for my brother, my god and myself" kharn replayed with. the thousand son giggled as he brought up his sword to bring it down upon kharn and seal his fate. then kharn started to giggle himself "fool, as if you really expect a fair fight with the world eaters." and that moment 5 other world eaters came from rubble and had fell the captain with 5 chain-weapons to his head. "one of kharns war-band came to him and said to him "that was the most co-coordinated our legion has been since we got the nails" kharn grinned behind his face plate, he let out a mighty scream in which all the world eaters copied him, they knew what it meant, it was an order, to kill more. kharn was aware of his actions for a standard terran week, so he was fighting much longer if you count the days that the nails stole sanity. but then again and his legion and followers of khorne always said... sanity is for the weak.
He met more troops on the other side of the planet that he started on, that meant his legion was finished, the planted of Prospero had been eaten. he took a transport to the muster point where the sorcerers were being held by the members of the black legion that had been inducted into his now massive warband. "how are the lambs!" the yelled and the black legionaries as they saluted him. he came around expecting hundreds of sorcerers lined up, he saw 5."what is meaning of this" he yelled as them. all this time they remained silent, it annoyed kharn. thanks to the nails everything annoyed kharn. he walked up to the closest sorcerer who was bound and gagged. kharn removed his own helm and removed the thousand sons gagg. the legionnaire was perfect a face with a strong will and a strong mind. kharn was jealous he wanted to be like that, something he never could be. "do you know how to bring the dead to life?" he asked, his voice reminiscent of a better time. "i do not" the thousand son said, with respect that kharn deserved due to his rank. the world eaters hated giving respect to people you don't know. kharn sighed he could not be used in his plan, therefore he was not needed. kharn drew his plasma pistol and shot the thousand son in the face. which is now a steaming pile of ash now. perhaps less than that as his face was met with the hot part of a new star. he came to the next four, only 2 of them could perform what was asked of them. kharn told them that they were part of his war-band now and they are on a crusade on the ultra marines. they vowed to him, which meant nothing. after another month where world eater and black legionary plandering the world of wargear and ammo what can be used in their new crusade. word of it even reached lord Ezekyle Abaddon the Despoiler, took notice and demanded that kharn seek an audience with him. against his better judgement he ordered his war band to set sail to the eye of terror. to lord Abaddon.
docking at lord Abaddons fortress was more trouble than was worth it. as soon as they docked there were pathetic cultist trying to prove themselves to the dark gods by slaying the legions. it made kharn sick he wanted to kill everyone at abaddons fortress, yet that would do more harm than good. he gathered some raptors for some insignificant chapter turned traitor. they will render judgement of the mortals, with the fact that they were now serving chaos, when it came to mortals, they were out of mercy. Kharn and his raptors were at the doors where the cultist, as soon as the doors dropped down there was blood. limbs flying due to the lightning movements of chain-weapons; rising, falling... tearing. the nails screamed in joy and kharn was trying so hard not to lose control. the cultists that did not run died. kharn cared not for the amount that was felled. no world eater could keep count, even without the nails, non of them would care.
they strode though the doors of Abaddons throne room like a primach would walk down the halls of terra. kharn did not bow but his raptors did. he looked at them and felt sick, one of them many gifts from Argon. "you come into my throne room and not have the decency to bow? oh how the world eater act with such a lack of honor" Kharn grinned as he took off his helm. it stank of blood, a smell that the nails made him enjoy. blood was a drug and the nails were the needle, orders were the dealer and killing was the high. "do..." he turned to his left as he thought he saw a face "do any of us have a claim to honor?" again the thought he saw a face, was he losing it? Abaddon laughed. "it has been such a long time since i got disrespected, this is quite an eye opener" kharn had to step back due to Abaddons foul breath. "maybe if you spent less time with your head in the warp..." THAT DAMN FACE "you would find that you deserve nothing in terms of respect" Kharn felt an thought pass trough is mind that has not happened since the got the nails... run... a feeling alien to him, could Abaddon smell that weakness. "do you doubt my right as war-master of chaos undivided?" there was something in Abaddons voice that matched humor, but kharn would be sure to make sure the picked his words carefully. "you don't deserve the title, you inherited it when Horus died. the black legion bowed to you on like the emperors dogs do..." something his face he flew across the chamber and hit a wall. the nails screamed telling his to kill Abaddon, he would not be able to... yet. "what did you say?" Abaddon asked him as he activated his power claw. kharn knew that he would not survive another blow form that massive... thing... "why... did you invite me here just to kill me" kharn said as he got ready to die. "no." Abaddon stated, as bluntly as it was possible to state. "you wish to make the ultramarines bleed. but why stop there when there is a whole imperium that can scream and writhe" kharn now knew what this was about. Abaddon was bad at masking, or even hiding his ambitions. but then again, did kharn have any ambitions; everyday for him in 10,000 years was just killing. "why do you... out all people which to help me" in all this time kharn did not even move. Abaddon deactivated his power claw. "there are somethings in life,where you see a chance to rise above the rest. i will obtain what Horus could never do. i will be a demon prince" kharn got up and grinned, he would not allow that. for such scum to rule needlessly over him. like he were just some menial bastard form Terra. however he did see a chance that would only come once in his lifetime. "i will aid you, but allow me to make the ultramarines bleed with only my warband." Abaddon agreed. anything to get him to save a few men.
Kharn and his useless raptors made their way to the conqueror, he went straight to see the captain of the mighty king-ship,Lotara sarrin. she had been fighting the imperium as long as kharn has. it was a wonder that she was still alive form a world eaters point of view. but kharn was no ordinary world eater. he knew exactly why, surgery to fix and renew cells had been in the imperiums and chaos vast knowledge for quite a while. so for 10,000 years she had kept the looks of a fit and healthy 30 year old. however when kharn looked into her eyes her true age could somehow be seen... she was dead inside. "where do we next set sail to Kharn?" she asked she was the best as void warfare. she was a world eater that made kharn wonder, could she feel any happiness outside of battle. just like all other world eaters, or was there still some flicker of humanity left? "we set sail for Armatura" that foul place left an even fouler taste in his mouth. the place where is brother died and where his primachs soul died. "Armatura?" Lotara answered. kharn could tell she was confused "sire, that place has noting to offer. what good would going there do" Kharn knew that she knew that he was up to no good. "I intend to embark of the infinite pleasure of war, for that i need some one there. then the world will burn, then we shall move on to the next. then that world will bleed and burn... then again and again. do you understand?" she nodded and a weak smile came over her. then it became a grin. a world eater grin. "i am Lotara Sarrin" she said Kharn just looked at her, unsure on what he should say, if anything. "and i promise you, that i unltramar will burn and your crusade will be eternal" she smiled, Kharn smiled and he could see every world eater without a helmet smile. then there was a defining chorus that they all said in perfect unison. "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! LET THE UNIVERSE, DROWN IN IT!" Lotara gave an evil laugh, that sealed kharns mind. Lotara Sarrin was well and truly a world eater. As they set course for the world of imperial scum he lead a briefing to everyone that was to make planet fall. basically all of them "we will make plantfall and kill everyone on the planet our main objective is to converge on the Horus heresy museum. DO NOT destroy is or ill throw you into the wrap to get raped by Slannesh... so heard the imperial lambs to the slaughter, let them cower and die a meaning-less death. as long as my prize is intact you shall not die by my blade. BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD, SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!