Near the beginning of the Horus Heresy, the Pride of the Emperor had already started to feel the effects of the corrupted Legion it housed. The ship was never silent, the echos of screams drifted from one end of the ship to the other in a constant choir of debauched indulgences. The majority of these screams were of pain, but many were of delight. As time passed, telling the difference between the two became more difficult. Almost every hallway was filled with lights and music, and everywhere one turned the signs of corruption became more evident. Fleshy tributes of excrucation became a common sight and the beauty the ship was once host to quickly morphed into an image of horrific debauchery.