Keeper of Secrets

Keepers of Secrets are the greater daemons of Slaanesh, and to look upon one is to be undone. Towering yet impossibly graceful, androgynous and beautiful in a way that hurts the eye, each is a perfect predator wrapped in an aura of intoxicating allure. They tower over the battlefield on cloven hooves, crowned with sweeping horns, their many arms bearing blades and beguilements in equal measure.

Their name is earned. A Keeper of Secrets sees into the heart of every mortal it faces, reading the buried desires and private shames that even the strongest hide, and it wields that knowledge as deftly as any weapon: a whispered truth to freeze a champion mid-strike, a promise to turn an army against itself. When persuasion palls it falls to slaughter, moving faster than sight to open its victims with surgical, loving precision. Vain, brilliant, and endlessly cruel, a Keeper of Secrets fights as much for the artistry of it as the victory, and counts a battle wasted if it has not, somewhere in the carnage, discovered something exquisite.