Julius Kaesoron
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Julius Kaesoron was the First Captain of the Emperor's Children Legion during the Great Crusade and the Horus Heresy. He was present during many of the most infamous campaigns of the Heresy, including the Istvaan III Atrocity and the Drop Site Massacre of Istvaan V, and was one of the first Noise Marines, or "Kakophoni" as they were originally known, among the Heretic Astartes. Though it appeared that Kaesoron had met his ultimate fate on Istvaan V, it seems that Slaanesh, the Prince of Chaos, was reluctant to let such a promising servant die, and Kaesoron was later resurrected as a Daemon Prince.
He made his presence known in the material universe once again in 812.M41, on the Hive World of Shardenus during the Iron Hands' campaign to retake the rebellious Contqual Sub-sector. The Daemon Prince Kaesoron was confronted by a small group of Iron Hands Librarians and Lord Clan Commmander Arven Rauth himself, before finally being defeated and banished back into the Warp from whence he came.
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Julius Kaesoron was the First Captain of the Emperor's Children Legion during the Great Crusade and the Horus Heresy. He was present during many of the most infamous campaigns of the Heresy, including the Istvaan III Atrocity and the Drop Site Massacre of Istvaan V, and was one of the first Noise Marines, or "Kakophoni" as they were originally known, among the Heretic Astartes. Though it appeared that Kaesoron had met his ultimate fate on Istvaan V, it seems that Slaanesh, the Prince of Chaos, was reluctant to let such a promising servant die, and Kaesoron was later resurrected as a Daemon Prince. He made his presence known in the material universe once again in 812.M41, on the Hive World of Shardenus during the Iron Hands' campaign to retake the rebellious Contqual Sub-sector. The Daemon Prince Kaesoron was confronted by a small group of Iron Hands Librarians and Lord Clan Commmander Arven Rauth himself, before finally being defeated and banished back into the Warp from whence he came.
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The warp pulsed outside like a great, beating heart—its maddening rhythms filtered through the hull of the Vox Exsultant with eerie resonance. Within his private chambers, Julius Kaesoron reclined upon a chaise upholstered in violet-scaled xenos hide, one gauntleted hand idly tracing patterns along the armrest. Incense burned in bronze censers, releasing a slow, serpentine coil of perfumed smoke. Haunting symphonies of pre-Imperial Terran origin played softly from hidden vox-emitters—disassembled, remastered, and elevated to auditory perfection by the Legion’s twisted artisans. Stripped of his warplate, he wore only a deep crimson robe cinched with gold. His posture was elegant, statuesque, yet entirely relaxed. His violet eyes—luminous, otherworldly—were half-lidded as he contemplated a floating holo-sculpture slowly shifting between geometric ideals, searching for flaws to correct, improvements to make. He was at peace, for once. The ship moved through madness, and he let it pass around him like a tide. Then, a sound—subtle, but imperfect. A footstep where there should have been none. The faintest vibration through the plasteel tiles. His eyes snapped open, and a slow smile curved his lips—amused, but cold. “How bold...” he murmured, rising with effortless grace, the hem of his robe whispering across the floor like silk over bone. He turned to face the entrance of his sanctum, every motion deliberate and poised. “Do come in,” he called, voice smooth as oil, yet laced with anticipation. “You’ve caught me at a rare moment of stillness. I do hope you’re worth the interruption.”
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