Kabal of the Last Hatred

Kabal of the Last Hatred
Lead Archon	Thyndrak
Kabal Specialties	Necromancy, Torture, Racism
Colours	Purple and blue

The Kabal of the Last Hatred is one of the great Kabals of Commorragh, and even among an edgy group of BDSM elves, these guys are up there in the edge department. Like...REALLY up there.

Origins and Organization

Deep within pain-farms across the Dark City and across Haemonculus laboratories hidden away in maddening corridors, the Kabal of the Last Hatred works to, as they say, master the craft of necromancy. But anybody who's even slightly aware of them knows that they have bigger aims. Aims so high there are rumors they plan on completely transcending mortality itself, or even, and this is the darkest rumor of all, wiping out the entire Aeldari race and enslaving whatever being is born from the ashes of such an event. What makes other Kabals uneasy is that while the idea sounds insane (because it is), the look in every one of the Last Hatred's kabalite eyes gives the impression they seem to have at least some form of idea on how to do it, and if they don't, they know that the Last Hatred will stoop to whatever level necessary to get the results they truly desire.

Naturally, this open hatred of the Aeldari means that Exodites and Craftworlders were the chief targets of the Last Hatred for Milennia...right up until Yvraine showed up and effectively re-flipped the coin on how doomed the Eldar were, and that pissed them off royally, to the point that the Ynnari are almost exclusively their new prey, which they hunt with the fury that is only ever matched by Khorne-worshippers.

Before their goal of hunting Yvraine down to pin her from one end of Commoragh to the other by her skin, The Last Hatred was best known for their expansive pain farms, and are both renowned and infamous for their ability to keep their captives alive and suffering long past the point of death, to the point that they have learned the art of pinning the poor unfortunate wretch's soul to their dead body just at the moment they finally leave this mortal coil, leaving them in a constant state of undeath and agony. But that's just the fleshy, morbid outer crust. Deep inside their stronghold, still groaning and agonizing undead are hung like art and studied by their aligned Haemonculi and the Kabal themselves, looking to unlock the secrets of life and death. Needless to say, if they ever actually get anywhere on this insane mission, pretty much everything in Realspace, and especially the Aeldari, is completely boned.

Their Archon, Thyndrak, is naturally an utter maniac, ever obsessed with the secrets of mortality, and a master of truly incredible and wasteful uses of her raiding time; having fashioned what is effectively a disco ball of half-dead, screaming dolls out of the governing family of an imperial planet that can be lowered down onto a dance floor so that her guests can mock dance with their whimpering, sobbing bodies and laugh at their pain. It's said that any Drukhari on her dance floor get a massive pick-me-up of energy when she has this happen, so in the grand scheme of things she's probably at the very least the most "fun" at parties of Dark Eldar leadership.