Dark reflections of mortalkind’s most depraved desires, the warriors of a Hedonite Host exemplify the diabolical splendour of the Dark Prince. Where these shrieking, cackling hosts travel, reality is unmade – strange and alluring scents drift across the fields of corpses left in their wake, while those who stand against them are assailed by titillating phantasms and mind-bending illusions until they are rendered slaves to their own base urges. The daemonic packs and Sybarite warbands of a Hedonite Host take sadistic pleasure in the misfortune of their foes, empowered by their agony and their sins alike, and to fight them is to fight the darkest recesses of one’s own soul.