It was there, beneath the elegant spires, that the wanderer finally came before almighty Slaanesh himself. Statuesque and divinely glamourous, the deity visited him in the form of a young man possessed of an androgynous beauty — clean-limbed and fresh with the vigour of youth. The knight unsheathed his rune-etched sword and made to strike him down as the embodiment of corruption that he was. To his horror, he found that he could not, for the god-prince was disarming in his innocence and utterly beguiling in his manner. For, in the end, even the purest flame can be extinguished by the tide. In that single moment of doubt, the Astartes knight was forever lost. He knelt, bowing his head at last, and a single touch of the being’s glowing sceptre on each shoulder sealed his fate for eternity, another soul claimed by the Prince of Chaos.