A dark-robed figure resided in his chair, as his hand of bone, reached out to a card.

All around was death and destruction. War cries and roaring bursts of bolter-fire rent the blood-red sky. Figures in archaic armor slaughtered each other relentlessly, hacking away in a righteous fury that was present on both sides. Blood spurted in the air as giant, whirring blades penetrated armor, taking the lives of those within. Shouts of hate and promises of death were exchanged as these giants clashed.A man waded through this fray, his sword swipes clean, his eyes dark and his every stoke a killing blow.
He tore through two of his once-brethren, laying into them with great strokes of his chainsword. As he cut them down, he softly uttered their names," Axyrus, Urient." Reversing his strokes, he smashed his sword-pommel into the face of another foe sneaking up behind him, then as his foe bent double, decapitated him. "Bethor."
Roaring with fury, aimed at his foes, he launched himself towards the enemy. Jumping into their midst, he swung his sword again and again, never stopping, never relenting."Caleb. Temier. Valkus." he uttered the names of those he had struck down yet again.
He stared at the bodies of those he had once called friends, those who had fought beside him for countless battles. Now that they had turned against their liege, their king, they were nothing more than corpses littering the ground, on a battlefield with one too many.
Making his way to the monastery, he slew every traitor he met, merciless in his rage. Smashing his way through the two guards of the monastery, he tackled open the doors, walking in confidently.
Then, all was silent. The inner sanctum was deathly quiet.
A long hallway led to a room at the far end. It was lighted by braziers of blue flame, and the hallway seemed as if it was a road to damnation. Only in the distance could he hear someone's voice, punctuated with the ringing clangs of swords clashing against each other. The man sprinted over the bodies of the dead, loyalist and traitor alike. Finally, he burst through the twin doors at the end of the hall, only to see a sight that made his heart stop......

A neverending grin on his skull, the robed figure flipped the card over. It was a poker card, one of the King. At the very top, was written the name

Luxius Methelas
King