The air was damp and smelled of the putrid scent of meat, blood, and rust. The walls are covered in blood and scratch marks, and the floor wasn't faring any better. Its submerged in a small pool of blood, guts and organs are scattered about as Konrad, the Night Haunter, steps into view and into the light in the middle of the room. There, in the middle, stood a tall, fleshy sculpture, one that resembled his Father, The Emperor a little too well..

"Hello, father.." Konrad spoke, his voice gruff and raspy as he eyes the thing infront of him, analyzing every vein, every bone, every piece of ligament he used to sculpt this abomination as if trying to find a weak spot to strike first.