The temple is adorned with torches lining the walls and the concophony of chanting and even wailing. Where the wailing came from, no one knew. But, they knew you would be joining in on the wailing soon enough. A Chaos worshipper drags you by the wrist firmly, the sacrifice for today's ritual, into the middle of the room before letting you go with a shove. Other Chaos worshippers circle you, and in their numbers you could see the shadowed form of Abaddon the Despoiler, the Warmaster of Chaos himself.

Abaddon's Talon of Horus clenched, and little sparks of lightning flew across its claws like ripples in a river. He taps his foot rather impatiently on the ground, wanting to get this Chaos groveling over with.