Nurgle asks me to sit and rot, until I delude into paste, stagnate and fetid.
Teeznech asks me everything, plead, praise and twist, no respite, no comrades, only selfish ambition.
Slaanesh asks me to experience everything, a finite number of options that immortality would fear: the damnation of experienceing everything, and still living.
Khorne asks that i Fight, Conquer, and revel in it. The first kill was as sweet as the last. Every skull revered, cherished. Even if i fall in battle, I will receive a chance at redemption and glory. In 40k there is only Khorne heaven, war.