This is a form of corruption that occurs from linking thoughts with the creature embedding so deep into the shadowed corners of one's mind that it will eventually bursts from them in the most horrific way. Should someone survive and encounter with it and try to live a normal life, the sight will always torment them, just behind their eyes and their dreams. Of those who have encountered them few can describe the sensations that were overwhelmed their rationality, like the shame of their desires or the lust for violence and depravity. They use silvered words and languid gestures together with their knowledge of the most intimate desires of every mortal being to gain an undeniable power over their foes by seducing them with whispered promises they have no hope of resisting. To look at one is to lose every last shred of ones' willpower. They are highly intelligent creatures, masters of psyche and claimed to be some of the most entrancing of all immortals.

AbilitiesĪ Keeper of Secrets being worshipped after defeating its rival. Keepers of Secrets have a steady and confident stride. It is in their nature to try and explore all of the ways of murder and they will even pluck the still-beating heart from the chest of mortals and devour it with a sickening moan of delight. Desperate pleas of mercy and berserk battle cries are music to their ears as if it was an opera that honours Slaanesh. This slaughter is done almost artistically, spilling blood in pleasing patterns or spreading body parts in order to create an exotic tapestry.

Keepers then feed on the strong emotions that mortals feel as they are torn apart, glutting themselves on their pain and terror, and become more inspired to ever greater feats of slaughter. They will attack depending on their own diabolic whims, sometimes decapitating or disembowelling while at others they merely cripple their prey. This makes them seem at the start of a battle as unhurried and leisure, even lazy, but as a battle continues to devolve into anarchy they will become faster and faster until its moving so fast it seems impossible to follow. Ī Keeper of Secrets will enjoy the start of a battle, the anticipation of a feast to come is itself a delicious meal to be savoured. To a Keeper there is nothing more satisfying than corrupting a warrior with a noble heart, turning their righteous cause into a sacrifice at the altar of Slaanesh's perverse will. Yet in that moment they can delight in every nuance of motion and emotion around it, gaining more satisfaction from that sight, than a master artisan would from spending a year among the greatest works of a lost civilization. Their quick perceptions allow them to see and appreciate things like a squirt of blood that only lasts a split second. To them the interplay of impact, gore and horror that follows every swing and thrust is an act of artful blood-letting and their a dark delight to be taken from them. They take gloating and sadistic pleasure in all acts of killing and torture and, to them, excruciatingly painful deaths are just a form of creative expression. Because Slaanesh rarely sends his greater daemons to war this is a task they relish to their core. īoth pain and pleasure are irrevocably blended in their minds, meaning that the bliss they find in battle is unmatched outside of their god's domain. Despite their difference and nuances each of them are extensions of the will of their god and are fulfilling another part of his plan, as they have no other choice and few of them realise this face. These are normally eradicating entire species, toppling empires or reducing metropolises to rubble. Behaviourĭue to the fickle essence of Slaanesh that is used to create them, each has very different personality with burning desires and agendas that they will do anything to achieve. They bedecked themselves with jewels that hold the souls of their favourite victims. The other hands are human-like with razor-sharp claws decorated with brightly coloured lacquers often wield weapons of exquisite design. Two of their four arms end in elegant, curved pincers. Their bodies are powerfully muscled with four slender and delicate, yet hideously strong arms. Keepers of Secrets are made from Slaanesh's very essence and, because of the Dark Prince's fickle mind, with thousands of whims and moods that flit through him every day, gives them very different personalities, agendas and desires despite originating from the same cloth.

Keeper of secrets