Intercepted transmission received in the Pariah Nexus, Nephilim Sub-sector by The Light of Ascension [Deep Space Imperial Cruiser], 0.129.549.M41. Translated from xenos code.

Encounters on the outer reaches of this system are a mere glimpse of what lies in that dreadful black stone, silently waiting for all to arrive. Time is shifting for you, but remember - the silent lords of Nihilakh will always be waiting [transmission ends]

Found carved and broadcasting on loop from a chaos monolith floating at LaGrange point in the devastated Eskaton system, located at the core ward edge approach to the Nephilim Sector, latterly known after the Silence Descended as the Pariah Nexus M42 – all records, artefacts, and participants to be purged and/or redacted by order of His Holy Inquisition.

Time. So much time has passed…

At six years of age, deep in the hellscape that was the mines of Cthonia, I killed a full-grown rival ganger bare-handed and took his skull, blade, and pistol as my own.

He was not to be my last…and as they say you never forget your first.

As my first decade ended the Luna Wolves claimed me and forged me into a weapon for the Warmaster.

As my first century ended and my second began, I was clad in the Black of the Justaerin, never to even wear the sea green of the Sons of Horus.

As my second century, and the Crusade of the False Emperor ended, the failed Warmasters Heresy began.

As my Fourth century and The Scouring ended I then entered the Eye of Terror and a life of unending slaughter in Exile and Damnation.

As my Fifteenth century ended, in a place where time and space are truly meaningless, I pledged fealty to a second true Warmaster and I took his gold to adorn on the black I had always worn, to be reborn in the Black Legion and once more sworn to my First Captain of old.

Millenia passed, sidereal ten or more, into the Thirteenth of the Black Crusades, Sectors of the Corpse Emperor laid waste by the score and trillions of his worshippers left as corpses and cinders.

So Fleshless One…

Be Lordly in your waiting silence, surrounded by the towering dark majesty of our noctilith, which WILL be claimed by right of conquest and forged anew.

Know that the Black Legion do not wait - this is the time when the Despoiler has cast his spear to strike you down, and you will not be missed.

For I am his Flayer of Souls.

I am the master of The Wrath of the Abyss and the Eyes of Vengeance, I am the bearer of The Black Mace, for I am of his EZEKARION!

I am the Tip of his Spear, and I am your inevitable doom.

So hear me now as I mark my own words in stone, for I am NOT silent…

For I am Vrakos…and my time is, always has been, and ever shall be, in the endless now…and know that with this time I am going to destroy you.

I WILL then eat whatever remains of your tatterdemalion soul, no matter how long or how many times it takes.

Then I will crush your armies beneath my mace and boots, and it will all finally end for you when I raze your tombs and edifices to the ground.

Uncountable Notctilith Crowns will be raised in their stead.

To the Glory of the Warmaster, to the Glory of the Pantheon, for CHAOS!

All of your Pariah Nexus IS going to BURN! [transmission ends]