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Chaos Space Marines

The Chaos Space Marines are the ruined heirs of humanity's greatest betrayal: superhuman warriors who once fought as the Emperor's finest and now wage endless war against the Imperium they helped forge. Ten thousand years ago, half the Legiones Astartes turned upon their father in the cataclysm remembered as the Horus Heresy. Cast into the raging warp-storms of the Eye of Terror after their defeat, these traitors did not die. Instead they festered, warped by the Ruinous Powers into daemon-touched killers who measure time in millennia and grudges in galaxies. Some kneel to a single Chaos God; others court all four, or none. They emerge from the Eye in raiding warbands and vast crusading hosts alike, sowing corruption, harvesting slaves and slaughtering worlds. Bitter, immortal and utterly without mercy, they call their ceaseless campaign the Long War, and they intend to end it only when the Imperial Palace burns and the Corpse-God upon the Golden Throne is finally cast down into ash.

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Origins and the Horus Heresy legacy

The Chaos Space Marines were born from the wreck of the Emperor's grand design. In the twilight of the Great Crusade, the Warmaster Horus, most beloved of the primarchs, was seduced by the Ruinous Powers and turned nine of the twenty Space Marine Legions against the Master of Mankind. The war that followed consumed the galaxy. Brother butchered brother across a thousand worlds; the drop-site slaughter on Isstvan, the burning of Prospero, and the final apocalyptic siege of Terra itself are remembered with fresh hatred by warriors who witnessed them in the flesh.

When Horus fell dead before the Emperor and the traitor cause collapsed, the survivors fled inward, into the seething tempest of the Eye of Terror where the material universe and the immaterium bleed into one another. There, sheltered by daemon and storm, they were changed. The Eye is a place where time runs sideways and thought becomes substance, and within it the traitors endured for ten thousand years, nursing their wounds and their wrath.

The Long War

What the Imperium calls treachery, the Chaos Space Marines call the Long War: an unending campaign of vengeance against the father who, as they see it, betrayed them first. They believe the Emperor lied about the truth of the warp, that he cast his sons aside once their conquests were complete, and that only Chaos offered them the freedom and power they were owed.

For a hundred centuries their raids issued from the Eye of Terror in waves called Black Crusades, each hurled against the fortress worlds of the Cadian Gate. The greatest of these finally shattered that bulwark and tore the galaxy in two, splitting reality along a warp-rift of unimaginable scale. Through that wound the hosts of Chaos now pour without check, and the Long War, once a distant threat, has become an inferno raging across the stars.

The Dark Gods

Every Chaos Space Marine walks in the shadow of the four great powers of the warp. Khorne, the Blood God, rewards slaughter and martial fury. Nurgle, lord of decay, offers grim resilience and the terrible peace of despair. Tzeentch, the Changer of Ways, deals in sorcery, ambition and infinite scheming. Slaanesh, born of excess, promises sensation and perfection without limit.

Some warriors pledge themselves body and soul to a single deity and are remade in its image. Others, and Abaddon the Despoiler foremost among them, refuse to be the pawn of any one god, worshipping Chaos Undivided so that all four powers might smile upon their crusade. A rare few disdain the gods entirely, wielding the raw power of the warp as tool and weapon while owing allegiance to no master but themselves.

Organization: warbands and legions

There is no single Chaos army. The traitor forces are fractured into countless warbands, from lone renegades and freshly fallen Chapters to the ancient Traitor Legions that have hated the Imperium since before it was whole. A warband may number a handful of warriors or many thousands, bound by loyalty, terror or mutual ambition to a Chaos Lord, a Daemon Prince or a Dark Apostle.

The Traitor Legions each bear the scars of their fall differently. The Black Legion strives to unite all the fractured hosts beneath one banner. The Iron Warriors excel at siegecraft and the grinding mathematics of destruction. The Night Lords wage war through terror. The Alpha Legion works through infiltration and deceit. The Word Bearers spread the gospel of the Dark Gods with fire and scripture. What unites them all is hatred, and the endless corruption of the warp that gnaws at their souls.

Ways of war

Chaos Space Marines fight with the same weapons and disciplines that once made the Adeptus Astartes the terror of the galaxy: bolter, blade and lightning-fast assault. But ten thousand years in the Eye have twisted them. Their armour is fused with mutated flesh, adorned with skulls, spikes and blasphemous icons. Some are possessed by daemons, their bodies mere vessels for warp-entities that wear them like armour of meat. Others are so ancient and so hardened by exposure to Chaos that they have become living relics of a lost age. They favour brutal shock assaults, terror tactics and the summoning of daemonic allies to break an enemy's will before the killing begins.

Role in the 41st Millennium

With the galaxy sundered by the Great Rift, the Chaos Space Marines are ascendant as never before. No longer confined to raids from the Eye, their crusades range freely across a broken Imperium, striking undefended worlds and dragging whole systems into the dark. They are the vanguard of Chaos incarnate: immortal, implacable, and certain that this age of ruin is the beginning of their final victory. The Long War is far from over, but its fires now light the whole galaxy.

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