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Vriel manifested upon the battle field with the greatest of ease. Gifted with the greatest of the gifts of Slaanesh. He used his gift of ecstatic pleasure and mind warping domination to bend the strongest minds in the universe to his will. If his own death could not stop his havoc, then nothing could. Until, when during a non-critical battle, a thought came to mind. It came to him as Vriel handily picked up a space marine and sliced through him with his massive claw as easily as one would slice the air in front of their face. What are we doing? Why are we here?

Vriel kept this thought in mind as he roved through space and time through battle field and desolate warp torn planets. Vriel knew other princes of great mental faculty and he sought out to discuss his thought. He came upon Slaughterhouse, a demon prince who bore the mark of Tzeentch. Vriel asked him "Slaughterhouse, why do we do this? What is our purpose here?". Slaughterhouse folded his wings and gave a knowing look to Vriel. He then crossed one arm to his stomach and placed his free clawed hand to his chin in thought. "Vriel, it is not that I do not know what goes on here. But for us I do not think the battle has a greater meaning. We kill, we live, we die, yet we still live, and time goes on add infinitum. There is no end to it. Our enemies are many and our goals at times seem unclear. Many of our enemies have no understanding of us. I suppose that we ourselves do not have understanding of our enemies and that in turn we do not understand ourselves. Our battles and wars have no end, if an end goal was present there would not be a need for me. At least that is what my master has led me to believe". With that Slaughterhouse bid Vriel farwell cascading his form into another battlefield from the immaterium.

Vriel still pondered his purpose in this fight, his existence, and his meaning as an individual as all soldiers do. Vriel then came upon Wolfgang. Wolfgang bore the mark of the Blood God. He fought along side him only as long as he had to. Vriel, having a mind to reach out to others, asked Wolfgang a question as he psychically brought a group of Guardsmen to their knees "Wolfgang, what is our purpose here? Why are we doing this?". Wolfgang looked to Vriel with contempt and said "It is blood for the Blood God I seek!". Wolfgang then stepped forward away from Vriel and into the men Vriel had dominated earlier. He bore down upon them with his might sword with all the rage Khorne had granted him. As he finished the wanton slaughter of the vile creatures Wolfgang turned back to Vriel saying "It is for victory in the name of those that have chosen us". Vriel quickly came back "But what does this victory gain us if not another battle in another distant location?". Wolfgang stopped a moment and though as a lascannon struck his outstretched wing dispersing energy to the air around him as his demonic resolve thwarted the blast. Wolfgang then turned to Vriel and said "Vriel, I don't believe any of us remember what we are here for anymore. Only that there are enemies and they are to be killed. Our master's demand their blood and so I shall gladly give it to them". With that the battle went on, Vriel struck by such a great amount of firepower as to be sent back to the immaterium he had to end his conversation with Wolfgang.

Vriel once again came to a battlefield the battle winding down, he had arrived late due to some mishap in the warp. Before him floated a pale, grim visage of a demon. He introduced himself as Karaj as he poured out the plague of his god upon a good many Tau. He came to bear his great rotting scythe upon them after that and slew them to the very last. He bore the mark of the Grand Father. Vriel, seeing an opening, pulled a group of Tau in heavy armor closer to him and lead the assault with a great many marines into them. After the final steps of the battle had been finished, the Tau routed to prevent further loses, Vriel approached Karaj. "Karaj, I must ask of you as one who has been chosen to what our purpose here is. Why do we do this?". Karaj knowingly smirked from beneath his tattered hood and spoke "Vriel it is not for our existence we maintain this constant war. It is for our masters. You of all should know of the domination brought to us by our marks. But I don't think that is an answer you have been unfamiliar with. I have met with Wolfgang and Slaughterhouse and they made mention of the same question being asked unto them. We fight to prevent domination Vriel. We have and will wage this war to uncloud eyes and to break the chains of bondage". Vriel quickly snapped back "But why do you answer me that we break domination and are ourselves dominated!" to which Karaj calmly replied "It is our sacrifice to our masters and their will for destruction that facilitates the change we hope to bring about Vriel. It is our burden to bear so that we may lift the burdens from those we once called brother".

An intersting take on things typeline. I like the idea of a demon without direction.

I don't really like the way GW has presented the most recent CSM codex. This stroy reflects the rift that has been going on as chaos codexes have been being printed. The codex talks less and less about why they fight and more and more about how they fight, with what kind of viciousness and carelessness for human existence. I personally believe GW is writing CSMs to be as black as possible so that their white space marines can form a perfect little black and white paralell where no one gets to acts questions in the grim/dark blah blah blah. I have thoughts and ideas like this about Chaos a lot and as times goes on I think I'll just fill this thread up with that kind of thinking through stories as time goes on.

A bit odd, you'd think the Khorne Berserker would rather chop off the guy's head for being a 'loyalist scum' then having a jolly old chat with him.
It might have worked better if you took the same setting and placed it in an Eldar's or Tau's point of view.