He began modestly at first, attacking those who committed crimes against their fellow humans when he saw them. Murderers and rapists were found massacred in the same streets where they had used to perform their gruesome deeds, and rumors began to spread of a tall and pale figure who brought judgment to the sinners with hatred in its eyes. Soon, the people of Nostramo Quintus gave a name to this mysterious entity : Night Haunter. Growing in strength, size and intellect, Night Haunter studied the corrupt society of Nostramo, both through his own eyes and ears and by speaking at length with Theresa. The woman was the only one who knew what the rumors were referring to, and she was also the only one to know the man behind the monster of myth. When Night Haunter spoke of his plans to hunt and kill the ones who led the criminals rather than the criminals themselves, she warned him of the danger he would put himself into, and when the nightmares began to torment him, she was the only one he told of them. Kill only the crime lords themselves, but allow the small-fry to go free? Where is the justice? How certain are that the rot will not simply grow back? By showing them that there's a different path they can choose to follow. It's called reeducation, Konrad. You would say that, wouldn't you, empire builder? When we liberate worlds from under the heels of tyrants and xenos, do we punish and kill those enslaved, or do we not show the way, and bring them into fold of the Imperium? ...I suppose...and I did consider once...perhaps I should do so once more...
why were they shocked when he was hunting the girl? they are literally all serial killers, and im not trying to be mean im just genuinely confused also who is the girl, im talking about the first video btw
Can you have them react to HEROBRINE aka ZALGO'S TRUE SECOND IN COMMAND BTW if you say HEROBRINE is not a creepypasta look it up i was in the creepypasta's Fandom along time ago and still am to this day
Wait toby doesn't feel pain he has CIPA it's a rare hereditary disease that causes people to be unable to feel pain or have excessive and the lack of sweating which is anhydrosis CIPA is also called HSAN IV
The Eldar descended upon Nostramo Quintus aboard hundred of crafts. Thousands of them disembarked in the spires, and began to slaughter all those they crossed. With the typical arrogance of their kind, they never explained why they had come to Nostramo, instead killing all who were in their way as they sought the one they had come to kill. Night Haunter, enraged at their reckless killing, faced them head-on, rallying to him the shattered private armies of the city's nobles - who, by then, were already fleeing the city, only to be shot down by Eldar artillery in order to ensure their quarry didn't escape. For several days, the two armies fought in the noble district of Nostramo Quintus, reducing it to rubble. Finally, Night Haunter received word of an alien leader, who called for the lord of the night to meet him. Despite knowing that it was most likely a trap, the Primarch accepted the offered meeting, seeing it as his chance to stop the killings. He would have gone alone, but for Theresa, who, despite being an old woman by then, refused to let him go alone. She feared that the alien would attempt to manipulate his mind, and believed that with her present, they could avoid such traps. Silence reigned in the small chamber. A demigod stood before the incarnation of a dying species' divinities, while an old woman watched from her chair. The Phoenix King had finished his explanation. He had told the demigod of why he and his kindred had come, of the nightmarish future they had foreseen, of the monster the demigod was destined to become. The demigod had not questioned this future, for it was the same he saw every time he closed his eyes. 'Do it, then,' said Night Haunter, kneeling before the one who would be his executioner. 'If only my death can prevent these visions from coming to pass, then I shall welcome it.' As I would... *the family glances nervously around them as the shadows start to thicken, wrapping around Konrad and filling up the room* Without any more words, the Phoenix King raised his long blade, and, with a grace that no human could ever hope to match, struck at the demigod's chest, seeking to pierce his twin hearts at once and kill him as painlessly as it was possible for one such as he to die. But the blow didn't connect. Instead, it cut through the old flesh of Theresa's own body. *Konrad jolts upright, his eyes distant and unfocused, unseeing of the world around him and only of a different world and a different life...and darkness begins to flood the room* Somehow, the crone had managed to move fast enough to intercept the Eldar blade. It should have been impossible, but as the Phoenix King - a being that had fought in countless battles for his people, and would fight in countless more - looked into her eyes, he saw the unyielding strength of a mother whose child is in danger. The old woman fell, and was caught by the arms of Night Haunter before she could hit the ground. Completely ignoring the xenos in front of him, the Primarch looked at her face with eyes filled with absolute grief. The Eldar stayed immobile, utterly stunned by the crone's actions. The seers of Ultwhe hadn't foreseen this. *the entire room is filled with darkness, the Primarchs, the tech-priests, and the vid-screen barely visible. Emps is a beacon of light in the room, as are the twin, nigh-incandescent points of light that are Konrad's eyes in the darkness* Death shall come to them by my hand. There will be no mercy, no considerations for pleas for compromise, offers of secret lore, ancient treasures and artefacts, forgotten knowledge. Pain, terror, and suffering shall be their lot, and death the only release, but only after their screams of fear and terror echo endlessly through the Warp...then and only then will justice be served... *Magnus faints at the visions Konrad's aura gives him, and Lorgar and Sanguinius tremble at the sight of broken craftworlds adrift through space, piles of Eldar skulls heaped in desolate squares, of Eldar children having their rib cages pulled open and used to nail them against walls, of Spirit Stones being broken one by one to summon daemons which fed on helpless Eldar staked out with their own entrails, entire Exodite worlds plunging screaming into the Warp, of a massive gatelike structure breaking open to unleash a tidal of pure evil that drowned the entire Webway and sending the screams of an entire race echoing across the galaxy as they fell into the bottomless gullet of the depraved god born of their own souls*
