To Glory
It had been some time since Dx had become corrupted by Slaanesh but now things had become much more noticible. His armour had changed from a midnight blue which seemed to disappear into the shadows into a dark purple that had been desecrated with engraving of vile phrases and chants from centuries of killing, pillaging and desecrating Xenos, Imperial fools and other Chaos warbands who came across the Night Lords.
Dx's helmet was based on a similar design to Pre Heresy Night Lord helmets. Dx had acquired it a few centuries ago when a group of old Night Lords belonging to another Warband of Night Lords. At first they were together battling a force of Guardsmen and Space Marines. While in battle the Night Lords were facing a squad of Space Marines who had been following the Night Lords for sometime but as any Night Lord knows that following Night Lords is no easy task.
Soon they had made into a old abandonded manufactorum used when the world was used by the Imperium but now had fallen into disuse where the only things that remained was broken equipment that no part of Imperium would want or need. The Space Marines tightly moved into the Manufactorum while searching for the Night Lords but before they found the Night Lords they had been attacked from all different directions at once. Bolters fired from different directions at once. Blinding the Space Marines from the direction they were attacked but these marines were sent into there to flush out the Night Lords. Dx was no fool and noticed Space Marines were never this foolish especially from the stories of Night Lords being silent and deadly killers that you will only see when his lighting claw is about to impale your face.
These Night Lords that joined up took the bait like a starved dog. They rushed in and made quick work of the Space Marines but there was a squad behind awaiting in the shadows and once the Night Lords pounced on the unaware Space Marines their fates were sealed. The squad at the back were equipped with Stalker bolters which were used to quickly pick off enemies. They were also too occupied with one enemy. While this happened Dx noticed them and flanked round.
Dx was only spotted as he made his approach into the heart of the enemy. Once he was spotted he would take cover and slowely move once more spreading fear and confusion through the Space Marines. Once he made his strike with his Slaaneshi corrupted Powersword which made quick work of the Space Marines and Dx quickly made his way back to the fallen Night Lords who had wargear from before the Heresy of Horus.
This equipment would make Dx more respected among other Night Lords even though hadn't been around since their birth or since the Heresy.
Dx's Powesword was "Given" to him on a planet when he was still a Loyalist. He had proven himself capable in battle at killing and was showing progression higher than his lapdog brethren. This caught the attention of the Higher ups. Many proclaimed it must be the God Emperor blessing Dx with superior skills in close combat.
Dx was in the field against Orks and had kill many of the beasts but when they were all defeated Dx was visited by some of the Chapter's high ranking members. They said he had proven his expertise and that he is rewarded with this skill a Powersword crafted for him on a Forgeworld distant from this place. Dx was honoured that he was given this gift.
But when Dx went to take it they said he would have to prove himself to take it. A anger went into Dx's face. Years of killing, training and following the Codex resulted in being constantly tested.
Dx accepted the challenge and prepared for the match. He would have to face the Company champion. This was already decided before the match had started but Dx was only a foot soldier, a no name.
The Company champion saw him as another weaking within the chapter who saw himself being given more than he deserved. He sized Dx up and prepared for battle but tried to toy with Dx. He realised Dx was almost a match for him when he charged in and knocked him on his arse.
Dx said with a grin "Round one... Mine."
The champion shocked at the marines speed and ruthlessness. Replied with "You still need another round.. Don't think I will let you take it!"
This time he was prepared for Dx and blocked him off and pulled out his training blade and prepared to defend another immanent attack. Dx knew that this time he was trying to win against him. Dx slowly moved towards him and when the time was right he charged. The champion was prepared and knocked Dx back and threw him off his balance.
"Second round to me said the Champion." with a stern look on his face knowing he wouldn't allow Dx to take the Powersword.
Dx replied with "Still one more you need though..."
"As do you." Replied the Champion.
The third round none made any sudden movements just observing their oppenant so they could sieze victory and take the Powesword for them self. Minutes past and still both were circling each other. The champion tired of these games and said with an angered voice "Time to end this!" He threw his might at Dx but Dx just moved to the side dodging constantly until a weak spot opened up and then Dx would strike.
The Champion raised his training blade and reached up higher and prepared to crush Dx but Dx once again moved and went straight for his throat. He punch his throat and pulled his training blade to his weakened oppanets neck.
"I think that the Powersword is mine now. Wouldn't you agree?" said Dx with a humorous voice.
"I think not. This was to test my skills. The Powersword is made for me and I am the one who will wield it!" Raged the Champion at the fact a low level no body just beat him in a duel.
Both Dx and the Champion waiting on the Chapter Master's word on who should be given the Powersword. He chose to give it to the Champion as he is our representative in the field of battle so he should be the best equipped.
Dx enraged about this decision instantly voiced that he had beaten the Champion in a fair duel and that should rightfully have the Powersword.
"No you don't earn a weapon like this for a simple battle. Learn to respect someone before you demanded stuff from them." Said the Champion as he looked down upon Dx.
Soon his Homeworld was under attack from a Chaos invasion and Dx's eyes had been opened those last days when his Chapter burned. He sought after the Champion. While still as one of the chapter's warriors Dx went unchallenged with the lie that he had urgent news that he had to tell the Champion about. Once Dx arrived he Champion was alone and demanded why Dx arrived unannounced and what the information was that he had. Dx just stared into the Champion's eyes and said "You have something that belongs to me. Relinquish it please. Before I get angry." Said Dx with madness pouring from his face.
The Champion had just enough time to shout heretic before his head left his body. Dx then took what was rightfully his the Powersword that he had long after so much. Now it was his and he made his way to the Thunderhawks and prepared to escape this planet as it was being consumed by Chaos.
Now Dx is covered in scars, wounds, markings that all point to a hardened veteran of countless battles who has dedicated himself to Slaanesh.
Dx wasn't alone though others within the Silent Shadow had also become dedicated to the other Chaos Gods. Ariok the champion of Raptors who had become a champion of Khorne and Jugg a havoc commander was blessed by Nurgle with these champions of Gods becoming more and more noticeable the Talon Lord had to make a hard decision on these Night Lords.
The Talon Lord tested them again and again to see if they were still loyal to him. Time and time again they proved themselves. He allowed them to create a squad of marines who would be dedicated to their chosen God.
Ariok the Champion of Khorne created the Bloodied Night.
Jugg the Champion of Nurgle created the Lords of the Apocalypse.
Dx the Champion of Slaanesh was given an idea of a name from the Talon Lord himself and he gave the Night Children. Dx simply responded with "That will do fine my Talon Lord."
With this event some of the Night Lords believed this to be a disgrace to the Night Haunter who had never given into the belief of Gods or Daemons but whatever people thought they never spoke out after a few upstarts were put down within days of voicing their opinions.