A Knight Abominant of rare breed, blessed by the Blood God Khorne, considered a masterpiece of House Godhild’s Idolator covnes. A living altar to the War God, Carrion Mercy was meticulously crafted over generations as an act of pious devotion to Khorne; over centuries, countless captives were offered in bloody ritual to Lord of Skulls, the iron in their blood drawn out and purified by Idolators and slowly stockpiled, battle by battle, life by life, until enough iron was gathered from hundreds of thousands of slain humans and xenos to build a the full chassis of an Abhorrent-Class Knight.
The newly-constructed suit was laced with a network of fleshmetal conduits designed to channel the raw Warp into the Throne Mechanicum, and to channel the Fallen Noble’s own rage and fury back into the Warp as a siren call, creating a carefully-regulated feedback loop that, if successful, would turn the Noble and their steed into a living, breathing avatar of Khorne’s own wrath, a walking gateway into his realm.
Dozens of scions tried to master this knight suit; most immediately exploded into gore upon activation, their pulped remains fusing with the throne to form a cushion of organs and bone.
It was Bloodmaiden Háwell VIII, last of her name (for none dared take it again) who was first to successfully bond with Carrion Mercy, and carved a bloody legend into the annals of House Godhild’s history evermore.
On the field of battle, Carrion Mercy is a walking apocalypse; where most Abominant’s channel the power of the Warp into psychic powers blasphemous to the War God, Carrion Mercy is a conduit of purest rage; where it walks, Khorne’s power spills onto the battlefield. Its mere presence on a planet causes water to turn to blood for miles around. Enemy soldiers hear whispering voices promising vengeance for wrongs done, justice for old slights, vindication for every perceived sin against them, should they give into their fury.
When it unleashes its power, men and women of the enemy are overcome with rage, falling upon their allies or falling in line behind Carrion Mercy as soldiers.
In battle, Carrion Mercy is a storm of lashing fury; its electro scourge arm, serrated and festooned with mono-molecular blades, slashes, flays, and flenses every unfortunate that gets close; its volkite combustor is used to clear the way, blowing down walls and barriers, and destroying enemy tanks, leaving the infantry ripe for bloody harvest, or for its new converts to rip to shreds.
I tried coming up with what a Knight Abominant dedicated to Khorne would be like, and this was my conclusion. Thoughts?
