I am a big fan of the Night Lords fluff. However, I don't know if they each choose undivided chaos, or if individuals choose which god but the legion as a whole is undivided. Either way, if individuals CAN choose their own god, then I had this idea: A Night Lord chaos lord of khorne is on the verge of becoming a daemon prince. However, his transformation is interrupted, and he must call upon the same focus, strength of will, and sense of purpose that drove Konrad Curze and drives Zso Sahaal in the book "Lord of the Night" if he wishes to avoid spawndom. (Note: I mean focus in the sense of the ideology promoted by Konrad Curze, Zso Sahaal, and the night lord fluff in general. If you haven't read Lord of the Night, I'm sorry for putting a useless reference here) Anyway, without any further beating around the bush, here's what I have so far.
Bladeragius, chaos lord of the Night Lords, champion of Khorne, had fulfilled his ultimate desire. As he stood within the arcane circle, he reminisced of his victories. It was he who had led his warband to victory against the craven ultramarines on the planet Imperialis Loserix Secundis. It was he who had personally ravaged the death company of the hated blood angels on the daemon world of Morguine Omega. He had led his warband to countless victories over the loathed Imperium of Man, and now khorne had seen fit to grant him the ultimate gift: daemonhood. He writhed in pain as a pair of batlike wings sprouted from his back. He gazed in rapture as the outline of his arm writhed, distorted, and changed
. Even has he grasped his powersword more firmly, he felt his hand growing stronger and larger as his gauntlet shattered and a daemonic claw emerged, fused to his sword. He could feel his muscles bulge and his armor groan in protest to the vastly larger body now encased within it. Suddenly, a tremendous explosion rocked the altar upon which he stood, throwing him violently through the air. His newfound wings flapped and he stabilized in the air. However, he felt a terrible pain wrench his entire body as the haze of daemonic energy that had surrounded the rest of his body vanished. He stared in horror as his body reverted to its human form, save for his wings and his sword arm. A primeval roar of rage ripped out of his throat as he gazed upon the beings who had snatched away his dream as he had held it in his hands for a brief moment.
He barked a command to his warriors "Kill them all! Blood for the Blood God!"
His warriors answered with the same battle-chant they had previously responded with on his countless campaigns. They repeated it with rising rage until they howled it in a frenzied tide of roars that drowned at all sound as they charged towards the enemy "KILL! MAIM! BURN!"
The rest of the story will deal with his attempts to hold his mutation at bay through intense focus (there I go again
) as he strives to attain enough honor to re-ascend to daemonhood...before its too late!
If this is too short right now or it sucks, just tell me. I can take criticism
(P.S. I am converting a model to appear the same way as this character by using the possesed sprue for wings and a powersword arm, if anyone is interested)