What Comes Next

Header: Dumuzi surveys his new domain.
An excerpt from artwork I commissioned, by Seru.

He'd died, violently. Now all around him was fire. Impossible colours, scorching to see and touch and taste. And within that maelstrom... eyes, claws, teeth. Hungering for him.

He rejoiced! As he'd been promised; the battle aeternal!

In life he'd never been given to philosophic reflection, but for at least a moment he pondered how he'd do battle without physical form. But Khorne discouraged focus on such subtleties; even as he had the thought he felt his favoured axe in his hands. Smiling, for an instant that lasted forever, Dumuzi swung with all his Might into the onrushing demonic horde.