"Oh Dionin... who came forth from the darkness. Dionin, who dwelt in peace in the Garden of Eden. Dionin, who gave us the gift of knowledge. Dionin, who suffered the wrath of the false god. Dionin who was driven from Eden by the false god. Dionin, who was trodden underfoot by the Son of Man. Dionin, who returned to the darkness. Dionin, whose kingdom is darkness. Dionin, who makes safe our darkness. Dionin, who is darkness. Dionin the immortal, accept this, our sacrifice. Through darkness eternal... Dionin. Dionin, who came forth from the darkness, Dionin, who dwelt in peace in the Garden of Eden, his return... as pain renews bliss, as unsullied flesh is purified, as noble death nourishes divine life. Great Dionin, accept this... your sacrifice."
—Lady Sylvia Marsh, The Lair of the White Worm
"I lived ten thousand lifetimes before the first of your kind crawled out of the mud! It was I who first broke through the divide that separates the plane of spirits from the material world! To hate me is to give me breath! To fight me is to give me strength! Now prepare to face oblivion!"
— Vaatu, The Legend of Korra
"ODIUM COMES. MOST DANGEROUS OF ALL THE SIXTEEN."
— The Stormfather, The Stormlight Archive
"They say there is... honor in battle. (rueful chuckle) They are fools. We fight for the Emperor, but the blood we spill serves another. Morr, Lord of Death, keep our souls, lest they fall prey to him. Beyond the world he waits atop a throne of skulls. All blood is only borrowed; once shed it must return... Blood for the Blood God."
— Total War: Warhammer, Blood for the Blood God
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DLC TrailerAnd then the Prince set amongst the stars a Throne that rippled and shone like finest satin, and there He reclined to give His commandments. "Raise buildings and sing songs to My glory. In My name, pursue your arts and enshrine all beauty. Let all people follow their every desire, sate their every hunger, and deny themselves no adventure. For it is in these things and in each other that you will find the greatest pleasure, and it is through these things and through each other that you will raise yourselves high, even onto the steps of My Throne."
Then a cloud passed over the face of the sun, and the Prince spoke again, His voice both syrup and poison: "You will take Pleasure in all that is, though your bodies will break and your souls be forfeit. You will do this and do this gladly. For I am Slaanesh, most jealous of gods, most demanding of lovers, and My Thirst for you shall never be sated."
In studying the Horned Rat, we cannot help but be drawn to the claims made by some savants that sentient beings inadvertently shape the nature of their gods through their own subconscious fears and desires. For what is the Horned Rat if not the ultimate expression of the cunning and hunger of all his children? He is an ancient evil: an ageless, endlessly patient, insidious horror, gnawing forever at the edges of reality. He is an eternal schemer, a skilled and subtle manipulator, creature of dark and feral cunning: the Lord of the World Below. Above all else, he is our Enemy, watching us with sly and hungry eyes from the darkness, waiting for the day when Man and his works will falter and his children can rise from the shadows to engulf us. A day against which mankind must begin to arm itself. If not, then like the fools of Parmis before us, we may all of us end our days as food for the Ratkin God.
