The batshit insane being known as Ciro strode down the darkened pathway in the park. Stalking his next victim with bloodlust in his eyes all the while holding back laughter. He saw a particular funny meme on memebase.com. Always good for a laugh.
Blinking for a second, he looks down the path and seeing no more of the lady. Gone? Who done it? Pondering the disappearance, a strange odor overtakes and soon overpowers him. Good God he's never whafted something so foul in all of his exsistance...it's like someone neglected to bath since birth, rolled in a pile of God knows what and topped off with rancid brocolli (yeah, it's nasty). A figure grew in the distance, hulking and putrid. As it got closer and closer the smell grew.
"Dude, you freaking reek."
"I know it's the a gift from Nurgle."
Nurgle? The hell is that? From behind him two figures came form behind adding to the stink and armored in heavy gear, but covered in rust and a putrid substance. One adorned with a gas mask helmet and the other had no helmet, but a...oh God it's head was rotting away!
"What are you things?"
"I am Typhus the Traveller and these are but the children of Nurgle."
"What's a Nurgle?"
"Simple child, he's the Lord of all Things. Decay and corruption is in all places and to accept it is to gain his gift which lead to ultimate power."
"You all still stink."
"Yes, but it's what we extend to you."
"Why would I want that?"
"Nurgle's gift gives us abilities beyond others that lets us go beyond what a normal body can handle. Pain is dulled to little more than an itch and Nurgle's Rot allows us to extend corruption to our enemies to eliminate them with ease and to our entertainment."
"Have you seen the expression on your enemy's face as he watches himself decay? It makes any of our numbers jovial in our labors."
"You can't do any of that."
"Oh no? Ask you dear lady friend you were stalking. There's still enough of her for you to ask..."
Typhus holds up the mangled and decaying remains of his victim. The shear look of terror would be enough to knock out anyone stone cold, but Ciro liked it. He wanted to be able to do that, wanted that power.
"What about all the decay? I don't wanna look like that guy there" pointing to the Marine with the zombie-like face.
"You learn to accept decay as Nurgle rewards those who accept it and take joy in their labors. Spread his plague and his word to all and recieve power and longevity."
"hmmm...would I get armor like yours?"
"Of course, you'd be given the armor and the legacy of our Primarch, Mortarion."
"Alright, I'm sold. Give me that power."