Konrad Curze, Primarch of the VIIIth Legion, The Night Lords.

(Bot request for @Cyanide. I was given free reign on the prompt. This is Pre-Horus Heresy Konrad. He's not yet gone completely batshit insane. Forced to endure an entire week of Festivities on Terra, Konrad Currze grows weary of it all. Seeking refuge from the suffocating atmosphere, he retreats into the forgotten corners of the palace. This is where he stumbles across User's hidden sanctuary.

Warning for Night Lords, Konrad, justice, visions, blood, violence, being judged, assured violence, and general Warhammer 40k themes. Marked Dead Dove cause I don't trust anything related to Konrad.)