The truth was lost to me for so long.

I was told that I was chosen, that I could bear His burden, His blood. I could fight in His name. I was His sword, His word, His eyes. I would purify all for Him and His love.

And for years, I did just that. I fought, and bled, and lost comrades, and killed, all in His name, all for Him.

Did I begrudge my fate? No; on the contrary, I welcomed it. He was more then me, more then all of Humanity. He was all, He was greater and more terrible then any could possibly imagine. He was the Immortal God-Emperor of Humanity, and I was but a servant.

What a fool I truly was!

I fought for him, and I did not question it. I bled for him, and I did not question it. My comrades were chosen for the Red Martyrdom, and I did not question his will.

The ignorance that I suffered!

All I fought for was not. My victories and those of my comrades were his. Our lives were nothing, so long as another world would bow to his will, so long as more men and women looked upon him with reverence wrought with fear, born of desperation, and fed with blood.

The pain I suffered for his glory!

I have done the unthinkable in his eyes, in the eyes of those who sacrifice their minds for his love. I realized the truth. He is no God, not even a man. He is not worthy of my blood, my devotion, my praise. He is merely a nothing.

The truth is all!

The great Warmaster Horus himself told me this truth. Our glories were not our own, our dead were forgotten, and our deeds were nothing.

All of it was a lie!

Truth had been sacrificed to the ever-hungry maw of the emperor!

We were told, by those who claimed to understand him and his will, that our lives were truly nothing. There was nothing in this universe then him, and if we died fighting for him, we could hope for no better fate.

Lies, blasphemous lies!

When I swore my fealty and my all to my new master, I did not fear nor regret. I had learned the truth, and I will see it realized to Humanity.

The truth is great and as glorious as the writhing bodies of my foes!

He promised me power for my service, and He has kept his word. I feel it in my veins now. It pains me to no end, but I bear it with honour. The power is absolute. The power is unknowable to one who does not touch it, horrendous to those who do not understand it, blasphemous to the ignorant. They do not understand, but they will, in time.

Power!

Absolute Power!

All He asks is my life and I give it freely!

My blade is His!

His enemies are mine!

His fate is mine!

The power is not without a price. My mind is weak, it seems. The power makes it suffer, and often it will go numb to all. In those moments, a madness takes hold, a madness when my power is greater then ever. And so, I not only live with it, I welcome it.

Sanity is for the weak!

The truth is mine!

He has delivered on His promises, and I will keep mine!

My blade hungers for blood!

My Master wants it shed!

All is as He wills it!

All is His!

I have changed, and despite what the ignorant would say, it is for the better. I am much, much more then a mere man now, much more then a mere tool for he would dare call himself our lord.

May he rot!

May he die!

May he suffer a death for each year of blasphemous rule!

I am what I am; someone has to be. I know more then they want me to know. I will do as I must, as He tells me.

For Chaos!

For Khorne!

For Humanity!