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As this will tell, explains of a tale about one cold killer that rose in life and then risen again in his eternal life of Khorne...

As it currently stands the pivotal fortress world of Caida was the first and last line of defence against the enemy from the Eye of Terror and all the horrors that lay within its corrupting gaze. During the age of Pre-Heresy, over 10,000 standard years ago, its surface was inhabited by primitive tribes who worshipped the power of Chaos Undivided and the great unholy power that it represented.

However the corrupting power of Chaos is a thing of manipulation and by its very nature cannot be defined or rationalised by the minds of mortals as it turns against its followers with such speed that it is usually in death that such people see they have been deceived. It is this that leads to the rise of certain individuals, those who can somehow understand the reality of what Chaos represents and the potential power that can be attained by doing more than simply worshipping a docrine or an ideal.

Individuals such as this appeared in Cadia, and individuals such as this were known by many names. One such person chose to follow this dangerous path real name was Zoxika, using a medium sized blade as his personal weapon of choice, murdering lone or stragglers of new conscripts of the Astra Militarum forces.

Zoxika over his ten years of killing had managed to slain thousands of recruits, before finally being lured out into a trap set up by a Commissar that had being watching and planning. A squad of twenty Shock troopers ambushed Zoxika, sending a burst of lasgun fire onto him, having taking two volleys of lasgun fire to bring him down, seeming to be unnatural as he died, firmly gripping his sword as it stuck fully into the ground, letting his blood seep into the ground as the Shock Troopers left his body to mark the ground, giving signs of not to cross their path.

As Zoxika awakens, he finds himself in a dark, twisted landscape, grounds shifting and buildings crumbling, shifting locations as it forms a corrupted pathway. Zoxika begins to walk along the ever forming pathway in front of him, seeing the buildings crumble and form more of the pathway, seeming to be seeing it coated in thick blood as steps begin to emerge. As he began to ascend the steps, Zoxika began to feel a strong presence ahead, seeing large, pitch dark red eyes begin to stare at him, showing blood flow from its eyes as it begins to form a platform for him to step onto.

The moment Zoxika steps onto the platform made up of hardened, clotted blood, the steps and pathway become engulfed by a tide of blood.
“Zoxika…” As a dark voice begins to echo round him,
“You are chosen… the blood that flows and formed what you stand on is all of those you slaughtered in your years” The dark voice continued before a blood orb emerges in front of Zoxika, offering servitude to him.
“Join the slaughter… Join and follow Khorne… Shed Blood for me…” The dark voice speaks before seeing Zoxika reveal a large grin, suddenly grabbing the blood formed orb as it suddenly seeps into his body, beginning to transform him.

As cracking and loud yells of pain and laughter are heard, Zoxika’s body transforms into a servant of Khorne, a Bloodletter, feeling his blood lust become increased ten fold as he snarls out, seeing drools emerges as he moves his right hand like claw out, seeing blood emerge as it becomes hardened and rapidly heated up, forming into a blade as the platform under him becomes back to liquid state, letting himself laugh as he falls into a large, blood filled pit populated with hordes of other Bloodletter.

Over the next thousands of years, Zoxika was unleashed upon unsuspecting armies that faced against Khorne cultists, cutting down all who challenged their rule. After attaining over tens of thousands of kills and slaughters in war and combat, Zoxika had warp forged armour bound onto his body as he ascended from a Bloodletter into a Herald, leading large hordes of Bloodletters into glorious bloodbaths of combat and war.

There is the Khorne Herald's story... what happens next is what happens in battles.