As Ariados entered the large chamber, he passively wondered to himself why that darkened hallway had caught much of his attention. Then, those thoughts were instantly shoved aside, as he looked upon the galactic map. Ariados' daemon-tainted sight made the map (which he was disgusted by, how dare it have Unholy Terra so embroidered!?) far more beautiful than it actually was. In his sight, the entire Galaxy was completely enveloped by a never-ending storm, the universe turned from pitch black to a quagmire of roiling colors, and mutagenic insanity. Every star was a multicolored, psychedelic flame, every planet and moon a Daemon World, unique and horrific in it's own way. Where once Unholy Terra had sat, there was now a planet-sized hole, out of which the raw stuff of the Warp flooded freely. And Colchis was there, restored to warp-spawned life, as promised. Give us the Galaxy, and we will give you Home., he remembered was one of the pacts the Prophet Azunar had made with the Dark Gods at the founding of the True Faith. Colchis restored...... it was so glorious.... His focus snapping back into reality, he looked confused for a second, blinking to ensure this was realspace and not another vision (although he honestly preferred the visions). The Daemon-Astartes made his way to a chair and sat down, his seething armor-flesh fitting with surprising ease. In such a unblemished place, the Possessed seemed like a bit of an odd-one-out, but it didn't matter. He grinned and bowed his head to his new patron. "Pleasure to be of service, Lord."
Copra follows her master. She calmly (tho with a bit difficulty) sits down in the chair next to him, her tentacles making it a bit difficult. She calmly sits there, keeping quiet as she isn't foolish enough to speak out openly around such a lord. Her green eyes eyeying him up and down, before she looks around at the group, her clothes shimmering in the light.
Taking the closest chair to him, Corvum just looks around the room silently. He was still unsure why he and his serf had been brought here. One of his hands loosely gripped his chainsword just in case this did turn out to be some needlessly drawn out trap.
@Valonox Shion cocked her head to the side a bit as she looked at the dead night Lord and then the old terminator armor wearing marine wondering why he would use such a brutish weapon when there were far better things to use but she reckoned he must have been a boorish khrone pledged one himself or chaos undivided. She didn’t bother raising her weapons knowing that any imperial lackey in this place would be chained, bound, dead or in some process of dying, that any even if they had somehow managed to get free and such then they would target the other marines in her group before the ‘lesser” threat of a “mere” human like her. After she got inside she pulled out a chair on the right side at the bottom end away from the majority of the astrates knowing their sensibilities and near the exit also knowing full well how things would go if the night Lord was any indication.
John simply took in the surroundings as he entered being more and more suspicious as he entered the charm of it all along with the wealth and even the people, as he spotted the night lord come crashing through and the dark angel he entered the hall all of the map seem to astound him, but at the same time disturb him many of these plants he saw only and legends and tales of from before he was even made a aspiratnt or even lived, to have something like this in this day and age disturbed him, Taking a seat with a heavy bolter the astartes was silent listening first before speaking.
