THE CLEANSING CINDERS

In the depths of the Underhive, faith is choked by darkness and hope is snuffed by the cries of the weak. 

For the Cleansing Cinders, however, darkness is but a void without flame, in need of a spark. We are that spark in the darkness. We are the fire that brings the hope of THE EMPEROR to the filth in the pit. 

Our gang began in the depths of hell; a failed Redemptorist crusade in the Underhive which cased a fire the likes of which had not been seen in generations. The fire killed thousands. But we who survived came through those flames having heard the Voice. THE EMPEROR. He spoke to us in our time of need. 

The words we heard were not those of comfort.

There was no solace in his command. 

"Fire does not prove the man. It does not forgive Ash does. BURN and see what remains"

We walked from the fire, pressing the ash of our loved ones into our burns and wounds, and marched into the Underhive, ready to serve our Lord of Cinder. 

THE EMPEROR dwells in what is left. 

WHAT CLEANSES THE UNCLEAN?

The fire!!

WHAT REMAINS OF THE FAITHFUL?

Ash!!

AND WHAT OF THOSE WHO COWER?

They shall burn again!!