With the members of the Third legion and their allies spread through out swathes of books it can at times be quite a task to hunt down the descriptions of them, be it for art, conversions/kitbashes, lore discussions or any number of things. As such my hope with this thread is to make things a bit easier for fellow fans of the legion looking for such details.
This thread shall cover the Angels of Ecstasy formerly known as the Sons of Ulthanus.


Ulix the Enthralled, Chaos lord of the Angels of Ecstasy, Champion of Slaanesh, Once Chapter Master of the Sons of Ulthunas- Ulix’s artificer power armour, once the proud blue plate of the Sons of Ulthunas, was now unrecognizable. It was now the shade of pallid flesh and bruised meat, and was etched with swirling, blasphemously conjoining runes, its studded edges hung with hundreds of multihued silk ribbons and fetishes. From the Chaos Space Marine’s backpack sprouted a towering set of ornate sonic amplifiers, each brass pipe ending in a wailing black vox maw that eternally moaned the Dark Prince’s blessings. Despite such ravages, it was the Space Marine’s facial features that were the most horrific. In place of a mouth, Ulix now bore a vox horn, his jaw permanently distended around the polished grille. The nightmare surgery had left the rest of his skin pulled taut, giving his pale face and unblinking jet-black eyes the appearance of a screaming skull. He bore the flesh-bound hilt of his daemon sword, Bar’neth.
The Praise Eternal- A vessel that had once demolished capital ships and levelled cities in the name of the Imperium of Man. For three thousand years, it had served the Emperor and brought righteous, unbending fury to its enemies, from one end of the galaxy to the other. The venerable machine spirit that inhabited the ship’s adamantium walls and armoured bulkheads had turned to the Prince of Pleasure with almost indecent haste, as though bored of the monotonies of loyalty. For such eagerness, Slaanesh had gifted it with a voice of its own, a howl of relieved pleasure that echoed eternally through the minds not only of its twisted crew, but through the Immaterium itself. Beyond reality’s veil, the creatures of the Dark Prince thronged to its siren song, covering its hull in an undulating sea of distorted, heaving flesh.
Kavixs – A noise marine that was last recorded on his knees, screaming with pleasure as he tried to hold his spilled intestines in.
Sarth the Smiling- The noise marine that had lost an arm and was last recorded attempting to work his sonic blaster’s scales with one hand, laughing as he did so.
Zsyth the Grandiloquent’s- A gluttonous Noise Marine wearing pink armour that ruptured around his obese flesh. As his head exploded, he toppled with the leaden force of a downed tree. Only Ulix noticed his brother’s demise.
Matthias- A Novitiate and an acquaintance of Ulix before his astartes trials.
Plinaeus Rawhide’s- Marine of the angels of ecstasy. His fleshless face burst like Zsyth’s and then it finally dawned upon the Angels of Ecstasy that they were under attack.
Sister D’Fey- She was twenty-one years Terran standard, dark-eyed, tall and sharp-boned with slender finger tips. Her pale features were accentuated by the long black habit she wore. Ulix considered her beautiful. Her black eyes gleamed by the lonely light of the last lumen stick.
Daemon form Sister D’Fey- A vast, serpent-like creature, pale as old corpse meat. Its thick, fleshy body coiled around Ulix’s ornately armoured form. Its head was bowed beside the warrior’s ear, and the eldar could see a forked tongue darting from between it’s thin lips. As though sensing the Eldar’s gaze, it tilted its head slightly, one black, nictitating eye looking at him with a gleam of sickly humour. The Chaos lord was last recorded still wrapped in the white coils of the serpent-daemon with a look of pure contentment on his face.
Two sisters of D’Fey- Daemonettes, both were garbed in black like D’Fey. The daemonettes grinned with needle teeth gleaming in the light of broken soul stones. The daemonette’s tongues were purple, veined and hideously long and both had slender talons.
Angels of ecstasy- They sang as they climbed the winding dirt pathway up the slopes of mount Tukkua, vox grilles and cacophonic blasters amped to their maximum.
Equis the Anointed- A possessed Chaos Space Marine whose power armour was warped and distended to accommodate the lanky, slender-limbed changes inflicted on him by the glorious matrimony of daemon and genetically enhanced human. Though his fanged face was hidden behind the pale pink ceramite of his faceplate his brothers could sense the challenge burning in the daemon-man’s violet eyes. While Equis ripped his serrated, crab-like claws through the throat of another eldar he bled purple ichor from a wound across his thigh.
Stone room- The shadows were impenetrable. The velvet drapes he brushed through made him flinch. The sickly sweet stench of stale perfume set his flesh tingling. Ulix was standing in a narrow stone room, its flagstone floor swept bare, alcoves carved into the walls on either side. Sister D’Fey was waiting for him. She’d been sitting on the edge of one of the alcoves – his alcove – but stood as he entered.
At first glance, the chamber he was in appeared to have been carved from a solid block of multi-hued gems. Towering pillars of glittering pink and red supported a vaulted ceiling of sparkling blue and purple, the illumination from a dozen burning braziers dancing hypnotically from the jagged surfaces. But Hadril knew immediately that he wasn’t just looking upon some garish display of opulence. The chamber hadn’t been built with pretty bits of rock. It had been constructed from spirit stones. Tens of thousands of precious Eldar soul shards had been beaten and shattered, split, smashed and melded together to form a blasphemous temple to the damnation of Hadril’s entire race. The second daemonette grasped Hadril’s jaw with slender talons and gently raised his head to look directly at the chamber’s centre. In it lay a dais of more crushed stones, arrayed to form the vile rune of the Prince of Pleasure. Upon the raised platform, the damned mon-keigh warrior slumbered.
This thread shall cover the Angels of Ecstasy formerly known as the Sons of Ulthanus.


Ulix the Enthralled, Chaos lord of the Angels of Ecstasy, Champion of Slaanesh, Once Chapter Master of the Sons of Ulthunas- Ulix’s artificer power armour, once the proud blue plate of the Sons of Ulthunas, was now unrecognizable. It was now the shade of pallid flesh and bruised meat, and was etched with swirling, blasphemously conjoining runes, its studded edges hung with hundreds of multihued silk ribbons and fetishes. From the Chaos Space Marine’s backpack sprouted a towering set of ornate sonic amplifiers, each brass pipe ending in a wailing black vox maw that eternally moaned the Dark Prince’s blessings. Despite such ravages, it was the Space Marine’s facial features that were the most horrific. In place of a mouth, Ulix now bore a vox horn, his jaw permanently distended around the polished grille. The nightmare surgery had left the rest of his skin pulled taut, giving his pale face and unblinking jet-black eyes the appearance of a screaming skull. He bore the flesh-bound hilt of his daemon sword, Bar’neth.
The Praise Eternal- A vessel that had once demolished capital ships and levelled cities in the name of the Imperium of Man. For three thousand years, it had served the Emperor and brought righteous, unbending fury to its enemies, from one end of the galaxy to the other. The venerable machine spirit that inhabited the ship’s adamantium walls and armoured bulkheads had turned to the Prince of Pleasure with almost indecent haste, as though bored of the monotonies of loyalty. For such eagerness, Slaanesh had gifted it with a voice of its own, a howl of relieved pleasure that echoed eternally through the minds not only of its twisted crew, but through the Immaterium itself. Beyond reality’s veil, the creatures of the Dark Prince thronged to its siren song, covering its hull in an undulating sea of distorted, heaving flesh.
Kavixs – A noise marine that was last recorded on his knees, screaming with pleasure as he tried to hold his spilled intestines in.
Sarth the Smiling- The noise marine that had lost an arm and was last recorded attempting to work his sonic blaster’s scales with one hand, laughing as he did so.
Zsyth the Grandiloquent’s- A gluttonous Noise Marine wearing pink armour that ruptured around his obese flesh. As his head exploded, he toppled with the leaden force of a downed tree. Only Ulix noticed his brother’s demise.
Matthias- A Novitiate and an acquaintance of Ulix before his astartes trials.
Plinaeus Rawhide’s- Marine of the angels of ecstasy. His fleshless face burst like Zsyth’s and then it finally dawned upon the Angels of Ecstasy that they were under attack.
Sister D’Fey- She was twenty-one years Terran standard, dark-eyed, tall and sharp-boned with slender finger tips. Her pale features were accentuated by the long black habit she wore. Ulix considered her beautiful. Her black eyes gleamed by the lonely light of the last lumen stick.
Daemon form Sister D’Fey- A vast, serpent-like creature, pale as old corpse meat. Its thick, fleshy body coiled around Ulix’s ornately armoured form. Its head was bowed beside the warrior’s ear, and the eldar could see a forked tongue darting from between it’s thin lips. As though sensing the Eldar’s gaze, it tilted its head slightly, one black, nictitating eye looking at him with a gleam of sickly humour. The Chaos lord was last recorded still wrapped in the white coils of the serpent-daemon with a look of pure contentment on his face.
Two sisters of D’Fey- Daemonettes, both were garbed in black like D’Fey. The daemonettes grinned with needle teeth gleaming in the light of broken soul stones. The daemonette’s tongues were purple, veined and hideously long and both had slender talons.
Angels of ecstasy- They sang as they climbed the winding dirt pathway up the slopes of mount Tukkua, vox grilles and cacophonic blasters amped to their maximum.
Equis the Anointed- A possessed Chaos Space Marine whose power armour was warped and distended to accommodate the lanky, slender-limbed changes inflicted on him by the glorious matrimony of daemon and genetically enhanced human. Though his fanged face was hidden behind the pale pink ceramite of his faceplate his brothers could sense the challenge burning in the daemon-man’s violet eyes. While Equis ripped his serrated, crab-like claws through the throat of another eldar he bled purple ichor from a wound across his thigh.
Stone room- The shadows were impenetrable. The velvet drapes he brushed through made him flinch. The sickly sweet stench of stale perfume set his flesh tingling. Ulix was standing in a narrow stone room, its flagstone floor swept bare, alcoves carved into the walls on either side. Sister D’Fey was waiting for him. She’d been sitting on the edge of one of the alcoves – his alcove – but stood as he entered.
At first glance, the chamber he was in appeared to have been carved from a solid block of multi-hued gems. Towering pillars of glittering pink and red supported a vaulted ceiling of sparkling blue and purple, the illumination from a dozen burning braziers dancing hypnotically from the jagged surfaces. But Hadril knew immediately that he wasn’t just looking upon some garish display of opulence. The chamber hadn’t been built with pretty bits of rock. It had been constructed from spirit stones. Tens of thousands of precious Eldar soul shards had been beaten and shattered, split, smashed and melded together to form a blasphemous temple to the damnation of Hadril’s entire race. The second daemonette grasped Hadril’s jaw with slender talons and gently raised his head to look directly at the chamber’s centre. In it lay a dais of more crushed stones, arrayed to form the vile rune of the Prince of Pleasure. Upon the raised platform, the damned mon-keigh warrior slumbered.