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All Daemons of Chaos seem aligned to at least one of the eight Ætheric Dominions, the aspects of Chaos within the Warp.[24]

Encroaching Ruin: Chaos in its purest form. It hungers only for destruction, that all things mortal meet their end and be forgotten. To this singular end it moves inexorably, driven by a nightmarish purpose which subsumes the petty divisions of daemonkind.[24]
Formless Distortion: Even as Daemons manifest as obscene parodies of mortal forms, the true essence of Chaos is endlessly shifting and unknowable, twisting, changing and perverting everything it touches. Some Daemons who cross into the Materium embody this to its fullest extent, shaping themselves into agglomerations of immaterial flesh, for whom death is simply one component of the eternal metamorphosis they would inflict upon the material world.[24]
Heedless Slaughter: The fury of battle and the red joy of life’s final end. For some among the hordes of the Warp, the only goal is to fight and to die – it matters not where or why as long as blood flowed. Such entities would appear garbed in the trappings of conquerors and executioners, caring only for the tally of skulls and death they might reap from the mortal world, irrespective of such concerns as friend or foe.[24]
Putrid Corruption: A slow corruption, rotting away body and soul, with no final release in death. Among the hosts of Chaos there were those who cared nothing for victory or defeat, only that suffering was spread to as many as possible. Such creatures manifest into the material world in disease and filth, content to spread their vile gifts to the world of mortals.[24]
Ravenous Dissolution: Such is the hatred that swirls within the Warp that it encompasses all things, and this hatred extends even to itself. To expect rational and sane logic from creatures such as these would be foolish, for Chaos was both its name and nature. Yet, in its self-destructive hatred there is no ally to be found, only a new and more unpredictable foe.[24]
Malevolent Artifice: Just as Chaos reflects back a twisted mockery of humanity’s every facet, so too is the very drive to create perverted into a malevolent and destructive force within the Immaterium. Conjured forth into realspace, such daemons harness the works of mortals as a vector for their own annihilation, their machine-like forms at once a mimicry of flesh and artifice, every action made to demonstrate their supremacy over both mortal beings and everything they deigned to create.[24]
Infernal Tempest: Some Daemons are brought forth a maelstrom of raw warpstuff with them, manifesting the energy of the Immaterium as sheer elemental power. Around these entities roiled tempests of prismatic fire, the air os riven with crackling arcs of lightning as the earth twists into fragments of shimmering crystal. To these Daemons there is no higher purpose than the promulgation of that power and of its profligate use on the battlefields of the material realm.[24]
Rapturous Sensation: A maddening screech of sensation and wild impulses. For some among the forces of Chaos the ends of violence truly mattered not, merely that they were there to take part and to experience its vicissitudes, inflicting overwhelming pain and gorging on mortals’ fear. These daemonkind revel in the sensory overload of war, bounding over shell-sundered battlefields to deliver blissful death as they exulted in each blinding flash and deafening blast.[24]