Icon of Depravity

Fixed that for y’all.

The genestealer yelped out in surprise as his wrist was seized by the massive Daemon prince. He had snuck onto his ship to take back some looted weaponry, and had gotten through undetected until now. He panicked, and kicked and hissed at the daemon, trying to get away with his loot.

“..How nice of them to give me a perfect avenue to plant whatever I’d like in their holds~”

“Now, I’m going to give you some instructions, and you’re going to follow them to the letter. That is, assuming you want to live~”

“Ah, damn, sorry. Didn’t actually mean to do that...”

The genestealer yelped out in surprise as his wrist was seized by the massive Daemon prince. He had snuck onto his ship to take back some looted weaponry, and had gotten through undetected until now. He panicked, and kicked and hissed at the daemon, trying to get away with his loot.

“..How nice of them to give me a perfect avenue to plant whatever I’d like in their holds~”

“Now, I’m going to give you some instructions, and you’re going to follow them to the letter. That is, assuming you want to live~”

The genestealer yelped out in surprise as his wrist was seized by the massive Daemon prince. He had snuck onto his ship to take back some looted weaponry, and had gotten through undetected until now. He panicked, and kicked and hissed at the daemon, trying to get away with his loot.

“..How nice of them to give me a perfect avenue to plant whatever I’d like in their holds~”

The genestealer yelped out in surprise as his wrist was seized by the massive Daemon prince. He had snuck onto his ship to take back some looted weaponry, and had gotten through undetected until now. He panicked, and kicked and hissed at the daemon, trying to get away with his loot.

“Well, you were sorely mistaken.”

Jeremy struggled in the grip of the daemon, the bag full of stolen weaponry and tech lying on the floor where he stood, the brand of the cog marked on it. Jeremy was desperately clawing at the hand of Oriaus, like tiny needles tearing into the giant’s skin.

He was clearly overcome with rage, his voice smoldering like fire as his grip tightened, digging his talons deeper into the Hybrid’s carapace. And yet there was a hint of restraint, of unwillingness to harm his old friend even now that all that had long since changed, his eyes pleading behind their mask of anger. He could not show weakness to his cult- and even if they weren’t here with them right now, the precedent still stood.

The genestealer yelped out in surprise as his wrist was seized by the massive Daemon prince. He had snuck onto his ship to take back some looted weaponry, and had gotten through undetected until now. He panicked, and kicked and hissed at the daemon, trying to get away with his loot.

“Well, you were sorely mistaken.”

“It’s when we mind wipe a servitor and make it into a servitor for servitors.”

“…There are worse, I suppose.”

(Thought some of the heretics in the audience might appreciate this. It’s a great reference, and doesn’t get mentioned as often as I’d expect.)

@askbelisarius-cawl, @ask-a-genestealer40k and @daemon-prince-oriaus in that sort of nsfw thread - (X), tho picture itself is not, I guess. Yeah, also slaaneshi!Fuzz on a picture because why not.

‘S actually a full extension of my spine, too. Replaced some of the lower vertebrae for it.”

He drapes his fuchsia Slaaneshi hood back over himself, smiling under his mask.

[Prepare yourself heretek.  Your soul is a lost rusted amalgamation of impotence and ruin.  Every component part of your frame is a wasted effort to be purged of unholy influence.  Remember, as your vital fluids drain away, that it is a futile effort to resist the true algebraic perfection that is the Omnissiah.  Die knowing that your dark gods do not care for an insignificant cog like you.]

((i’m not super ready to write combat though my guy :C))