The very air gibbered with the horror of the Daemon Prince. It towered above its minions, fully encased in bronze armour that smoked as though fresh from the furnace. the ground Turning molten beneath the giant's white-hot step. Black horns curved from the side of its skull, twin red coals burned beneath the helmet's visor and powerful, scaled wings sprouted from its shoulders The dread Abhotha, Scourge of a Million Worlds, carried a monstrous daemon- axe in one vast gauntlet and a long barbed spear in the other. Its shaft was the thighbone of a Slaaneshi daemon. the blade pulsing 2 dull red. The ‘spear exuded a loathsome hunger and the axe moaned as though scenting the blood soon to be spilt The Daemon Prince was 2 living engine of death, existing for slaughter and the laying of skulls at Khorne's brass throne. That was its only purpose and it neither wanted of seeded another. Death had come to this world.
