In an obvious public display near the Chaos HQ the entire Chaos command has congregated to greet a transport from a newly arrived strike cruiser. It would appear that a good number of local inhabitants were used to weave some kind of gristly red carpet.
From the landing ramp strode forward a huge daemon form. The Chaos high commander Lord Kromosuck boldly spoke. His expression was that of calm assurance that the recent set backs were not a trend as his head was obliterated by a blindly fast blow of immense strength from the closed fist of the daemon prince.
The body slumped to the ground and the remaining commanders stood transfixed on the display. The daemon prince raised his other mighty arm towards the remaining cowering group without even looking at them. They each in turn slowly burst into mutating forms. Tentacles whipping about, teeth emerging where teeth should not be, and mewling whimpers of pain filling the air.
It would seem that Chaos has found new leadership on the planet.
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