The Kraith

The Kraith took the creed to its final, bloody conclusion and refused to flinch. If worship is what the blade does, as every Daughter is taught, then the Kraith reason that slaughter is itself the god, that Khaine lives most fully in the killing stroke, and that any restraint in battle is blasphemy. They do not fight to win ground or fulfil a stratagem; they fight because the fighting is the prayer, and a prayer cut short is a prayer denied.

This makes them the wildest and most feared of the temples, even among their own sisters. A Kraith assault is a headlong crimson frenzy, war-covens hurling themselves at the enemy with no thought for formation or survival, still drenched in the blood of rites performed before the battle and eager to add more. Other Daughters, no strangers to zealotry, keep a wary distance, for a temple that acknowledges no battlefield law but the blade's is a hard thing to stand beside.

Morathi finds the Kraith useful for their excess. The devotion they pour out in slaughter is raw, abundant, and, like all devotion in the Daughters of Khaine, siphoned to the goddess who truly receives it. That they would be horrified to learn where their ecstasies flow is, to Morathi, proof of how completely the faith has taken hold.