Khorne, as seen through the shattered lense of the Iron Butchers, is no god of martial honour and epic duels, he is the furnace-heart of endless slaughter, the inevitability of endless violence incarnated in a body of flesh and metal.
His armour is interwoven with cables, his sword a massive, two-handed chain sword mimicking the weapons of the Adeptus Astartes, mightiest amongst the Blood God’s servants.
The Iron Butchers know that their war would never end in anything but their own death, yet they not eschew from their doom. For war has no other ends of war itself.
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