Those that live define themselves by those they Hate.



It is our Hate that holds us, our Hate that saves us. It is our Hate that protects us from the dark things in the night. It is our Hate that drives us forward to conquer and progress. Our Hate that spreads our reach to all we may attain.

And it is Blood that binds us, Blood that blinds us. We are born in Blood and when our Blood lies still, we die.

Admit you all then, My Lord does govern all in Birth and Life and Death. In Man and in Beast. And heed me now when I say that you owe Him even greater still.

You canter and caper, and indulge trifles and claim them towers. Your oaths of fealty are mere falsity. Lies and deceptions to claim a varnish on your nature.

Who among you can claim never to have used His Tools? Who among you can claim never to have rejoiced in His Hate?

We journey and we fight and we kill. War is our Life, Hate is our Passion, the wails of widows our lulling chorus and the salted earth our marriage bed.

Who among you does not truly follow Him?

Our one true ambition is to put creation to the Sword and bear in Blood the True Realm. And it is He who will rule there.

My Lord is the Beginning and he is the End. He is Master of Mortals, and the core our Dead Hearts.

Deny Him and you deny yourselves. Honour Him and acknowledge He to whom we owe it all.


-Excerpt from the The Saga of Khorne as spoken by the Red Warrior (Liber Chaotica) prior to slaughtering all of the congregation.