Shortly About Daemon Engines – Part 6

In the grim darkness of the far future, the Warhammer 40,000 universe is rife with unspeakable horrors and monstrosities. Among these, none are more terrifying than the Defiler, a monstrous war engine of Chaos, that is as much a mystery to the Imperial Scholars as it is a terror on the battlefield.

At the heart of the Defiler’s creation lies a vile ritual known only to the Warpsmiths of the Dark Mechanicus. It involves binding a warp horror, a daemon, to the metal shell of the Defiler, turning it into a nightmarish amalgamation of twisted metal and malicious spirit. The process is complex, requiring a soul from deep within the warp, summoned through a flesh sacrifice.

The victim for this ritual is not just any mortal, but a warrior of profound might, most frequently a Space Marine of the Adeptus Astartes. The Ruinous Powers value these offerings highly, a testament to the strength of those who serve the Emperor. Capturing a living Space Marine is no easy feat, often resulting in many followers of the dark gods falling before one is dragged from the battlefield and into the soul forges.

In the hellish foundry, the Warpsmith constructs the physical shell of the Defiler. The captured Space Marine, now stripped of his power armor, is chained to the inert war engine. The scene is a tableau of horrifying majesty – magma furnaces glowing red, toxic fumes filling the air, and the Space Marine’s blood oozing across the Defiler’s chassis as his black carapace is violated by arcane weaponry. The dark ritual continues with forbidden sorceries and dark litanies, culminating in the death of the Space Marine and the birth of the Defiler.

Despite the precise nature of the ritual, mistakes can have cataclysmic consequences. The infamous Warpsmith Drar once mispronounced the words of binding, resulting in the summoned warp horror breaking free and wreaking havoc before disappearing back into the warp.

The successful completion of the ritual is signaled by the Defiler rising to its feet, straining against its glowing chains like a primordial beast. It remains captive to the Warpsmith, waiting to be unleashed in battle. Its thirst for slaughter never quenched, it is goaded into a heightened state of fury by Chaos fiends, until it is finally time for it to join the forces of Chaos on the battlefield.

Regardless of the warband or legion it fights alongside, each Defiler becomes an integral part of that force. Its fearsome presence on the battlefield is much sought after by Chaos Lords and Sorcerers. Whether it’s the World Eaters seeking to harvest more skulls for Khorne, or the Death Guard spreading Nurgle’s maladies, the Defiler is a devastating addition to their ranks.

Out of respect for the warp horror within, traitor legions and warbands often bestow names upon their Defilers. These could be based on the daemon within or some archaic ritual, but more often than not, they are a declaration of the Defiler’s purpose. Inquisitorial records detail atrocities committed by Defilers with names such as the Alpha Legion’s Hell Pincer, the Purge’s Rot Crusher, and the infamous Red Corsair’s Engine of Male.

The first Defilers were birthed from a pact between the Dark Mechanicum and Abaddon the Despoiler, prior to his first Black Crusade. In his quest to bring the Imperium to its knees, Abaddon sought the creation of an array of war engines. The Defiler, a monstrous union of daemon and machine, stands as a testament to this unholy alliance, a symbol of the dark power that Chaos wields.

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