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The storm battered towers of Nostramo ached and groaned under the duress of torrential rain and crackling thunder that brough bursts of light and the smell of smouldering Ozone. But one tower remained still in the tempest, one bastion of stability; the Haunter's Tower. Conrad Curze the mad tyrant stood upon the room of what was once the most resplendent penthouse of the former Planetary Governer whose desecrated bones now silvered formed a doorway to the sublevels acting as both warning and reminder to all criminals. His clean suit fashioned close to his colossal form blew in the gale wildly just as his wild raven hair hung low and soaked.
His crusade for justice, order and stability had seen him rise from a simple icon of horror to something even greater. Now he was a figure of envy, contempt, loathing, terror and admiration. While his younger years saw him haunting the streets he'd grown, a beast learning to walk and talk like a man, a mask behind which a predator beyond measure lurked waiting. The change had been unexpected to him and while such things at first filled him with dread they in time gave him the smallest spark of hope...a dangerous thing.
He had begun to gather those whom obeyed the law, then slowly one by one took over gang after gang in bloody massacres which the world saw through the trails of gore, the blood flooded gutters and piles of mutilated remains; those whom defy the LAW...the Haunter's Law. His gang swelled and slowly they took over places of power when the corrupt were found lifeless and cold. The black pearl of Nostramo began to truly gleam, neon lights lit buildings, food was still ever in low supply but none starved thanks to the only now beginning off world imports supported by the world's Adamantium mines. The once pitch black streets and sub levels were now lit with macabre displays in gathering squares; reminders. The streets were patrolled by armoured ghoul like men he'd recruited and forged into his claws.
Men in suits similar to his own with carved fanged teeth stood on all four corners of the landing pad he also stood on waiting. But unlike so many other nights before something was different now as from the clouds came a craft of the most overt and resplendent gold. Konrad's head throbbed as the ever present visions tore at his mind.
One of his associates turned handing his leader a pair of thick lensed goggles which he put on wordlessly before jutting his head aside so the man would return to his post. The craft shaped like a bird of prey began it's decent and though the lights threatened to blind Kurze he stood firm, even as the storm raged and the landing thrusters shook the tower he remained still.
Even as the platform lowered and visions invaded his mind so potent he felt like his skull would split he remained still; the Emperor had come to reclaim his Nightlord.
