Summon a few Daemons. They're always wonderfully inventive, and it's nice to see them getting out in the fresh air every now and then.
It is kind of a legend, maybe it's not true at all, but it's said, that one of the III Legion shards back in M35.342 possessed a mighty archeotech artifact from the days before Imperium. It was a mantra of pure degeneration and brain liquefaction called jaestinumbiberum terribilis. Amplified by the wapr-altered musicians this mantra was chanted through the mighty mega-warp-speakers of strike cruiser orbiting the imperial planet which housed the fortress-monastery of decadent ulrasmurf offsprings... The resonance in the warp was so terrible, that entire atmosphere of the planet shivered and trembled, while the surface slowly drowned in the warp. Deamons freely manifested themselves all over planet, but terrified and tortured by the chant prefer to banish themselves rather to suffer the urging dementia, entire human populace of the planet was dissolved in the stunk pulp just in few minutes. The dissonance in warp was of such proportion that even warp did not accept the planet with damned echoes, entire solar system had jumped between warp and real space, back and forth, again and again, again and again for 200 years. Few survived eldar, who were lucky to jump in the web-way still call that sector 'the-echoes-of-smelly-pants'. Even Slaanesh was displeased somehow. That is the story of suitable torture and a quest for an eager mind at the same time.
first of all i would gather two lapdogs of the false emperor and binding them together with sorcery so that they can only face each other and experience everything the other feels. Once that is complete i would go all predator on them I'd rip their spines out in front of each other taking my time with the second captive so he gets to "enjoy" all of the experience to its potential
I am actually pretty fond if the night lords screaming sculptures. For instance you could flay the space marines skin until its naught but a skinned cat. Then you nail the still living spacemarines to the front end of your tank. You see... Art.
Denial is one of the first symptoms; but his hatred of Chaos is almost self-reflective. Maybe he is one of those who follow Malal, but as he hates his own being he denies that. Notice the black and white on his power armour, both colours of the forgotten Chaos God, maybe his "absence" has part to do with this one's psyche. As your psychologist; I recommend flailing of one self two times a day, pray to your God 3 times; whether your delusions say it's the Emperor or Malal does not matter. Look into the mirror daily and tell how wickedly gifted by warp-taint you are and how unique you are to be in the Warp and an Astartes. Instead of guilt, turn it to hate to the Imperium; as when you return from your solo crusade; they will arrest you and execute you in the name of the Inquisition. None can be in the Warp this long and remain untainted. Kill the corpse-worshippers!
The longest crusade in the warp lasted 800 years, with the subjugation of 500 daemon worlds. I serve the Emperor, He is my shield and my protector. I will not rest until all of your worlds are burning from holy promethium, like those from the predecessors before me. My oath is to never stop crusading as a Black Templar, and my faith is my torch in the warp, and it shall guide my way back home. Your threats are but vain attempts to give me pause,I have been judged by members of the Inquisition multiple times, each one I have been shown to remain pure, and I will remain pure. For I am a Black Templar, I have no pity, no remorse, and no fear. Death comes for you heretics...
Pure, your hatred sounds like you're a Berzerker? Are you sure you don't just feed Khorne with your bloodlust? Your battles only strengthen our Gods, every death you and your chapter cause adds to the skull-throne. Your tactics and victories may as well be attributed to whispers of Tzeentch; creeping in your mind like shimmers of thoughts, unaware that they are not your own. Your endurance of the Warp; maybe a gift by Nurgle, you don't feel the effects, but they're certainly there. Or the pleasure you take from serving your oath and the God-Emperor, that very pleasure and enjoyment are Slaanesh's domain. Why keep on lieing to yourself? You're an Astartes, far greater than mere man. You were chosen from normal children to become demigods. Can't you remember your father and mother? Did you never suffer that they were mindless workers in a machine called the Empire? You were gifted with great power; wouldn't you set them free? Wait no... you can't, they have died alone and depressed from the thumbs pressing on their foreheads or pushed forward by guns into the warmachinery, only to be ripped apart by talons of filthy Xenos. And you? You did nothing, you denied the gift of life and 'chose' a new father, accepted his gene-seed in blind obedience, while the man and woman who chose to give you the breathe of life were disregarded as lesser beings. How can you live with yourself, calling yourself noble when you disregarded your own blood? Redeem yourself and open your eyes to the true tyrants and destroy them. My death solves nothing, only strengthens this endless spiral of destruction and makes the Warp grow; the very things that wants to unshackle you and give you freedom and true redemption. Join us, brother, as heralds of a new age for humanity.
My... parents... WERE SLAIN BY HERETICS! I remember clearly, for that day when they were slain, I picked up my father's lasgun from his bloodied body, and I fought. I fought to save my world and after three months of combat, I have slain two chaos marines, as well as many Deathpact traitors, alone, in a battlefield. When the Black Templars came across this world during their crusade, they entered battle, soaring on wings of fire... and I fought beside them, I gave them intelligence. I was but ten terran years at that time, and when the heresy was nullified, it was then they took me in, an orphan of a forgotten world, and my rise to prominence began. Though this was centuries ago, I remember this very well. No traitors will tear me away from my family, my kin... I Kill because that is what I was made for, it is my destiny to fight and die, all in the name of the glorious Emperor! You think your words tempt me to become corrupt, but I know the true face of chaos... and I will never join your ranks...
