Originally born in Nehekhara, Ar'achna, or Archael at that time, was a soldier in the armies of King Settra. Obsessed with war and chaos Archael excelled greatly at the arts of combat. Many fell to his spear and razored shield. But as time passed and Archael grew older, his skills started to suffer from his aging. Until one day he met his match and was, gravely injured, taken into the medical care of one of the Mortuary Priests. There he met Kutulu Xul, who had the most painful methods of healing wounds. Kutulu had heard of Archael's reputation on the battlefield and took him under his wing. In this case, that meant subjecting him to various tests to see whether immortality could be achieved by men.
It just so happened that Kutulu had a few new ideas about horrible rituals of Death and Chaos magics that could be attempted... thanks to the confession of a certain genocidal High Elf named Cyn A'thalui. Kutulu was attempting not just to make Death irrelevant, as were the other Mortuary Priests - rather he was attempting to use those Black Death magics to DIRECTLY manifest nightmarish thoughts within the Chaos Aether; thereby to harness the empowered winds of Chaos for the benefit of ritual participants. With some other ruthless Nehekharans (not all of whom were Mortuary Priests) and with the guidance of some Dark Elves, this secret organization was managing to make Malevolence Manifest. Once healed, Archael became one of the leaders of this power-hungry and blood-thirsty cult.
As Dark Fate would have it, the very same High Elf who inspired this unholy cult would FAIL in his first attempt to snuff from existence the creation of his desperation. During the climax of one horribly bloody ritual, as eighty-eight nearly-dead, innocent, sacrificial prisoners were screaming from un-natural pain and anguish, Cyn showed up and managed to destroy a key component of the ritual - causing a cataclysmic eruption of unchecked Chaos and Black magics. All of the Nehekharans instantly died. The Dark Elves scattered. Cyn A'thalui repented his genocidal ways, and thought that he had succeeded in stopping the Anti-Sanctus Chaotica.
As mentioned, he failed. Cyn quickly realized that one side-effect of the explosion was his restored youth (for he was old even for an Elf) and what seemed to be an even slower progression of aging henceforth. This same lengthened life-span was bestowed upon all of the Dark Elves who were scattered by the "disastrous" explosion. It was several decades later, before Cyn realized that the humans had not been stopped either...
In fact, Archael and all of the other Nehekharans were now able to retain their memories from one life to the next... and as memories of past lives and horrors returned, so did those members of the Anti-Sanctus Chaotica seek each other out... to return to their ways of seeking POWER through DEATH and CHAOS.
Many centuries have passed in which Archael exploited his hosts and enriched his knowledge as combat evolved. Eventually it became clear that Chaos had the potential for him to reach ultimate immortality. After a few descendants into Chaos, however, he found out this would not be an easy goal to reach.
And now we live in the present, where Ar'achna is the host of Archael, where a strange bond has been created between them. Unlike his other hosts Ar'achna is far from perfect in combat, memories seem to have slipped away, yet determination burns like a fiery inferno in both their chests and fortune appears to work in their favor many times, perhaps the Schemer has a purpose for them, or is it really just sheer luck to have come this far?
Born 2500 years before the sundering, Noir was the son of a brilliant general in Malekith's forces, the captain's post he had been granted due to his father's influence did not suit him in the least. He was seen as far too unstable and arrogant by his soldiers, resulting in not a few open revolts on the battlefield. Morale in his company was infamously low, a situation only aggravated by his insisting on the "Right of First Night" with any wives and/or concubines his soldiers took for themselves.
His true talent and passion lay within his all-but secret involvement with the Cult of Slaanesh, a society into which he was indoctrinated as a youth by his mother. His father Gris disapproved of this, naturally, but was far too doting of a husband to deny his wife the joy of sharing in the communion of Slaanesh with her only son.
Noir eventually left his military post altogether and openly declared to his family his intentions to train as a sorcerer, despite the stigma still attached to this post by those loyal to Malekith--this was centuries ago, mind you. His father was outraged, but Noir's mother convinced her husband Gris that, instead of executing his son, which would bring disgrace to their family name once the other Houses found out about Noir's actions leading to his death, the family ought to send him off to the temple to lead a "religious" life.
Therein, Noir, who was by this time extremely well-versed in the Slaaneshi art of seduction and manipulation, managed to "persuade" the sorceresses with whom he came into contact to teach him to harness the Winds of Dhar.
As his training advanced, it became obvious that Noir was nothing short of a natural, and he was both feared and adored by those who knew of his secret life. Even those oblivious to his studies found something about him both unsettling and ungodly attractive.
After many years went by, the seductive Noir had numerous affairs with each of his sisters. The younger of the sisters, Amaranth, realized that her brother was cheating on her with her sister, and the two of them decided to avenge themselves upon him. They told their family head Gris that Noir had raped them both in a frenzy after returning from a Slaaneshi festival. Gris believed them, naturally, and Noir was forced to flee for his life, living for centuries as an exile in the Naggarothi wilderness.
Eventually, Noir wandered into human territory and was captured by Settra's troops, where the founding of the ASC began. He was tortured by the vicious Kutulu until one fateful day he overheard the confession of Cyn Athalui, that mankind's darker thoughts were influencing the fabric of chaos. He then pledged his own knowledge of the Dhar to assist in the founding of a new order, a melding of Dark Magic and Chaos that would become the Anti-Sanctus Chaotica. Founded by Kutulu, Noir, Ar'achna/Archael and Cyn's own daughter Aladriel, they would go on to reshape the face of the world.
Quite a while later, Noir encountered Ar'achna and Kutulu once again. After having weakened himself substantially in battle with them due to a case of mistaken identity, the daemon Mahk, which had been stalking the sorcerer for some time, seized the opportunity and took possession of him, devouring Noir's soul whole and taking the druchii's ancient body for his own.
To this day, Mahk rules in Noir's name. Only those few who know the truth of his identity refer to him by his true name.
Age: Older enough to know better, young enough not to give a damn
Occupation: Possessing others, Dark Lording, masquerading as a sorcerer, going slowly insane, harassing his subordinates and peers alike, seduction of all things animal, vegetable or mineral
Mahk was born in the Warp itself back in some bygone age, merely a reaction to a unique sequence of thoughts and emotions as felt by someone or some people group at some point. Since his birth, he has taken to wandering about on the outskirts of the Warp and the World of Being. When he finally grew strong enough to enter into our world, he took his first host, realizing how much easier it was to roam around when he could sit comfortably within the insulation of a living body. He has since taken many hosts, influencing many lives for the sake of his own amusement.
Mahk displays certain, shall we say, interests that have lead to speculation about him being Slaaneshi in origin, though his overall goals seem to be more Tzeentchian in nature.
After having possessed Noir, Mahk finds himself in a unique situation: the sorcerer he took hold of provides him with a nearly endless influx of dark energy from the magic his host is capable of performing; to a daemon, this is like living in the middle of a 24-hour buffet. He finds himself growing constantly stronger, and yet he feels increasingly less lucid, increasingly less like himself with every passing hour. Apparently, there is some manner of side effect to his choice of hosts.
On the island of Ulthuan, a long time ago, there was a beautiful and loving High Elf maiden named Aladriel. Oh, how dark fate can change things.
When her mother was killed during the second major chaos invasion of Ulthuan, Aladriel was overcome with a grief that instantly soured to rage. However, it was not Chaos that she came to despise. Rather, Aladriel blamed the High Elf society for being too weak to protect her mother.
As some in the High Elf society began to renew worship of Khaine, the Lord of Murder, Aladriel was intimately drawn to the hope of more power. She kept her associations and her rage a secret to most, especially her father.
When the Sundering struck the island of Ulthuan, her father thought she was lost. However, now consumed with nothing but death, Aladriel had simply left on the Black Arks with the rest of the Dark Elves.
Eager for every opportunity to kill her former kindred, she participated in many raids against Ulthuan. Aladriel heard the stories of how her despondent father had joined the Shadow Elves, and how he fought with no fear of death. Ready to commit patricide, she followed her father when he left on some strange mission across the Sea of Chaos. He traveled to the first of human civilizations, Nehekhara. She watched as he began to prepare a large quantity of lethal poison; he was going to poison the Humans' river and life blood!!
Though she did not know his motives, she knew she wanted him to suffer. Aladriel secretly gave away his position to King Settra's troops. Her father was captured and tortured. Hiding outside the prison windows, Aladriel heard her father confess that he wanted to stop Human civilization from inadvertently giving Chaos more power through the humans' barbaric, fear filled subconscious.
Aladriel also heard another prisoner, a Dark Elf like herself, offer to help the interrogator to capitalize on this new information... in exchange for his freedom. The thought of increasing her power by stoking the fears of her prey appealed to Aladriel. So, she followed through blood and shadow, and helped to form the Anti-Sanctus Chaotica.
Though her father escaped Settra's prison and repented his genocidal ways, he never was able to snuff from existence the malevolent organization that he had inspired... and he never knew his daughter was both alive and a Dark Lady of this Unholy Legion. Until, that is, the day that she set a trap for him and left him imprisoned and entombed - alive - to die slowly of starvation and madness.
Today, Aladriel is a member of the Council of Dark Lords, one of the most lethal Druchii assassins alive, and easily the most heartless and ruthless Dark Elf ever to slit the neck of a friend.
Kutulu Xul was originally an Interrogator employed by King Settra in the very first human civilization: Nehekhara. Kutulu excelled at (and enjoyed) inflicting physical, psychological, and spiritual pain on his subjects.
When King Settra demanded the formation of an Order of Mortuary Priests to begin researching death and immortality, Kutulu was ordained specifically for the use of his special skills. Kutulu used horrible torture to extract information and dark secrets from the multitudes of Settra's prisoners.
Through his work, Kutulu became privy to many arcane secrets relating to Death and Chaos.
Kutulu was first killed 2495 years before Sigmar's coronation marked the start of the Empire. This occurred when an unforeseen intervention during a horribly bloody Anti-Sanctus Chaotica ritual, as eighty-eight nearly-dead, innocent, sacrificial prisoners were screaming from un-natural pain and anguish, caused a cataclysmic eruption of unchecked Chaos and Black magics. An un-intended side-effect of the accident was that Kutulu retained his memories when he was reincarnated a few years later - as did other Nehekarans participating in the ritual.
Kutulu's current life began in the year 2490, when he was re-born in a nomadic, Khornate tribe north of the Eastern Steppes. Then, in 2505 Kutulu left his tribe and went on a pilgrimage northwest through the Chaos Wastes, where he met a Tzeentian zealot, the hermit "birdman" of Mung, who instructed Kutulu in the ways of Tzeentch. This triggered the return of all of Kutulu's memories from past lives. Immediately, Kutulu set about returning to the business of Anti-Sanctus Chaotica. The business of slaughter.
For Kutulu, nothing is worth his time unless he's calculated it to cause more pain and suffering... or, secondarily, unless it is something that will bring him more power, which would then allow him to cause more pain and suffering.
Essential to understanding Kutulu's philosophy is to recognize his militaristic background and his role as interrogator, AND to recognize his interest in the arcane study of Death and Chaos.
Combine this skill-set in with his inexhaustible desire for power and insatiable appetite for causing suffering.....
and you have Kutulu Xul!
I am that is
The Omega
The End
The Nightmare
The Sin
The Death
Begins
Creation undone
Black hole from the sun
Hope made to Fear
Til All is None
With rotting flesh
And Hope deposed
Let thorns usurp
The fallen rose
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