Khârn the Betrayer Vs SCP-682

[FateAlbane]

>>> My reaction to this thread after getting notified all of a sudden after all these days.

So much time has passed, I lost all the will to proceed. lol

 

[Matthew_Schroeder]

Anyway, Kharn wins because 682's Hax won't do much.

 

[FateAlbane]

Don't get me wrong, I didn't change my vote, but I don't feel like defending any of the points I made at all anymore. I forgot this even existed. I legit passed by just to point that because I was notified and was like: "Huh? Oh. Ooooooooh! My god." Off I go.

 

[Matthew_Schroeder]

All we need is one vote and is over.

 

[Azathoth_the_Abyssal_Idiot]

In case anyone wants examples of Gorechild murking incorporeal daemons from another realm;

"The Betrayer advanced upon the throne. It pulsed enticingly before him. Within its multiple facets he thought he saw the face of a beautiful woman, the most beautiful he head ever seen ― and the most evil. Her hair was long and golden, and her eyes were blue. Her lips were full and red and the small, white fangs that protruded from her mouth in no way marred her perfection. She looked at Kh├órn beseechingly, and he knew at once he was face to face with the Daemon trapped within the Heart of Desire.

Welcome, Khârn, a seductive voice said within his head. 'I knew you would triumph. I knew you would be the conqueror. I knew you would be my new master.

The voice was thrilling. By comparison, the cult leader's voice had been but a pale echo. But the voice was also deceptive. Proud as he was, mighty as he knew himself to be, Khârn knew that no man could truly be the master of a daemon, not even a fallen Space Marine like himself. He knew that his soul was once more in peril, that he should do something. But yet again, he found himself enthralled by the persuasiveness of a Slaanesh worshipper's voice. 'Be seated! Become the new ruler of this world, then go forth and blast those meddlesome interlopers from the face of your planet.'

Khârn fought to hold himself steady while the throne pulsed hypnotically before him, and the smell of heavy musk filled his nostrils. He knew that once he sat he would be trapped, just as the daemon was trapped. He would become a slave to the thing imprisoned within the throne. His will would be drained and he would be a decadent and effete shadow of the Khârn he had once been. Yet his limbs began to move almost of their own accord, his feet slowly but surely carrying him towards the throne.

Once more, visions of an eternity of corrupt pleasure danced in Khârn's mind. Once more he saw himself indulging in every excess. The daemon promised him every ecstasy imaginable and it was well within its power to grant such pleasures. He knew it would be a simple thing for him to triumph on its behalf. All he had to do was step outside and announce that he had destroyed the Heart of Desire. He was Khârn. He would be believed, and after that it would be a simple matter to lure the Khorne worshipers to ecstatic service or joyful destruction. And did they not deserve it? Already he was known as the Betrayer, when all he had done was be more loyal to his god than the spineless weaklings he had slaughtered. And with that the daemon's voice fell silent and the visions stopped, as if the thing in the throne had realized its mistake, but too late.

For Khârn was loyal to Khorne and there was only room for that one thing within his savage heart. He had betrayed and killed his comrades in the World Eaters because they had not remained true to Khorne's ideals and would have fled from the field of battle without either conquering or being destroyed. The reminder gave him strength. He turned and looked back at the room. The reek of blood and dismembered bodies filled his nostrils like perfume. He remembered the joy of the combat. The thrill of overcoming his former comrades. He looked out on a room filled with corpses and a floor carpeted with blood. He was the only living thing here and he had made it so. He realized that, compared to this pleasure, this sense of conquest and victory, what the daemon offered was only a pale shadow. Khârn turned and brought Gorechild smashing down upon the foul throne. His axe howled thirstily as it drank deep of the ancient and corrupt soul imprisoned within." - The Wrath of Khârn

 

[Matthew_Schroeder]

So your vote is Khorne Jesus?

 

[WeeklyBattles]

See? Now was that so difficult? Kharne for the reasons above, at this point im not even impressed that a WH40K character can kill 682 since just about every one of them worth mentioning seems capable of doing it.

 

[Azathoth_the_Abyssal_Idiot]

Sure, why not?

 

[Azathoth_the_Abyssal_Idiot]

I guess I am.

 

[Holyhotsauce]

@WeeklyBattles

Are you know voting for Khârn?

 

[Matthew_Schroeder]

It's over!

 

[Holyhotsauce]

Requested it.

 

[WeeklyBattles]

Okay hang on, sorry to open this back up but is Kharn's resurrection via Khorne being used here?

 

[Holyhotsauce]

yes, they both have all their powers.

 

[WeeklyBattles]

Yeah that's what I thought...Kharne is supposed to have his immortality/ressurection via Khorne restricted against 3-D characters with no means of bypassing it