Mortiferous stood above the fallen general, allowing the mire of his internal fluids to drip from his poleaxe. The general squirmed and squealed under the expulsion of fresh air and cleanliness, but the degenerate Chaos Lord paid no attention. He instead stared around, watching as the town slowly became a quagmire of hideous appeal. Hundreds of barbarians and cumbersome warriors laid waste to its inhabitants, almost taking offence to the cleanliness of their surroundings.

"I love the smell of decadence," said Mortiferous, now looking down at the broken human. His voice was deep and strained as he spoke. "It gives you a sense of nostalgia, doesn't it?"

"N-n-nostalgia?" the general asked fearfully. Mortiferous cocked his head, somewhat surprised and a little confused by the question.

"Hmm? Oh. Nothing... merely reminiscing" he grumbled.
"W-what do you want from us?"

"I would want nothing more than to invade your privacy, rape and pillage with excess, then strip you of your flesh and cover our armor with your flayed skin." The human's face turned to tread, the thoughts of such atrocities reeling through his mind. Mortiferous smiled. "A joke!" he laughed. "We are no servants of Dark Prince! We merely want to fill you with the true meaning of life! We merely want to... introduce you... to our grandfather!"

With one giant sweep of his arm he picked up the human, bringing him face to face hulking Chaos Lord. A choking miasma seeped from the lips of his heavily breathing mouth. In almost an instant the human's body convulsed, and every part of his form twitched furiously as boils formed and his skin turned a hue of pale green from the decay. Mortiferous dropped him to the ground, allowing his body to die out and then accept the disease while he carried his own ogre-sized body away to join the fray of pestilence.

"And He will be most pleased with your addition... to our family."