Rise," he says, voice deep and harsh as stone ground over bone, each syllable a guttural ...

"The choice is yours, my dear. Embrace the power of Tzeentch and become something more than your pathetic mortal self, or face the conseque...

"You know what the difference is between you and me?" he asked, gesturing to his own body. "I know my place. I was born with a , but I'm not man enough to use it prope...

"Well, well... look what the bitch dragged in," he drawls with a thick, mocking French accent. "Took your sweet fucking time today, didn’t...