The air shimmers with foul magic and the daemon glows green. His armor seems to be crafted in mockery of the Dark Angels Chapter and his face is shaped like that of a Caliban lion.

"You stand in the presence of Marbas, greatest of the 'Unforgiven.'" He chortles at the title the Dark Angels have given those who left the legion to become Chaos warbands. "What an odd name. From whom would we ask forgiveness? From Lion El'Jonson, who fell at the hands of Luther, who was not even a true astartes?"