Recently, one of my friends convinced me to get into the world of Warhammer 40K, a decision my wallet sorely regrets. Since then, I have amassed an army of the Emperor's Children, one of the legions which betrayed mankind and fell to the forces of chaos.
The Emperor's Children was the only one of the original First Founding Legiones Astartes to bear the Emperor of Mankind's own name and icon granted to them by his hand as a symbol of the Legion's martial perfection. Few were ever so honoured amongst the ancient Space Marine Legions and given less cause to betray the Master of Mankind than the Emperor's Children. Given the plaudits and accolades accorded them, few could doubt that they were the embodiment of what the Emperor had intended the Legiones Astartes to be: noble in action and aspect, excelling in all matters, strong, civilised, firm of purpose and loyal to the core. From this height they descended in treachery to the lowest and vilest of creatures, enslaved to pride and consumed by hedonistic desires that no natural power could fulfill. The Emperor's Children are now a scattered Legion much like their counterparts the World Eaters, their unity devoured by their allegiance to Chaos. The Emperor's Children Legion now exists only as scattered, autonomous warbands of Heretic Astartes located in the Eye of Terror who are dedicated to their own pursuit of corrupt, hedonistic and usually murderous pleasures. The Chaos Space Marines of the Emperor's Children are known for possessing outlandish mutations and surgical alterations as "gifts" from their new god, Slaanesh, which are designed to make them more "perfect" in the eyes of their twisted patron. The Heretic Astartes of the Emperor's Children Legion possess no other purpose but to exceed every extreme and to know every possible sensation.