From the midst of battle, the chant ended in a sickening chracendo of screams and wails, its hosts writhing in agony, their voices choaking and bodies convulsing as the sky was rent, tearing wide with a deafening peal of thunder! The defeated and unknowing guardsmen fooled by the prince of darkness into forming a gateway to the warp as they begged for mercy to whomever would listen, had unwittingly unleashed his favoured hell spawn and the minions of pleasure on the beleagured world at the last fateful hour!
Their cries for help had been heard. But slaanesh, the deceiver, had whispered and promised and finally warped their cries for mercy into a much darker ritual, a ritual of summoning for the almost forgotten. Doom Rider of Slaanesh!
"Oh great Lord Slaanesh, send forth your servant, the Daemon Prince Doomrider!
Let our enemies tremble in ruptured awe before his fearsome visage!
Grant them an exquisite death, crushed beneath the flaming wheels of his chromium steed!
Permit them the ecstasy of being slaughtered by Doomrider's throbbing Daemonsword and his pulsating lash of gushing plasma!
Bestow on them one fleeting moment of pleasure as they stare in wonder and orgasmic delight at one of your most divine creations before dying at his hand!
Oh great Lord Slaanesh, for these reasons and many others that tease and titillate our imaginations, we beseech you, send forth your servant, the Daemon Prince Doomrider!"
(Provided by Dezul)
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