The Equestrian Cultists had been worshipping for days, it was a wonder they were not caught in the first place. They had stabilized the warp portal just long enough for a single being to enter real space. 

Lord Nihlus of the Night Lords flexed his new fist. He hadn't quite settled into his new body yet. The body of an adaptus astartes did take some getting used to.

The hulking figure took to the streets in full power armour, his Daemon blade seemed to absorb all light surrounding it in a curious manner. His armour was deep blue and black, his helmet had a scull engraved on the front and he wore a clock made entirely of crow feathers. An intimidating figure to say the least. 

Nihlus made no attempt to hide from the equestrians laughing at those who fled from him in terror. He had come to talk after all and had no ambitions if killing anyone... or at least not yet.