It also contaminates the soul as well as the body, each person killed by the Rot creating another Plaguebearer in Nurgle's "garden", the more they resist death merely resulting in a more powerful Plaguebearer. Nurgle's Rot, perhaps the most gruesome of the nightmarish Chaos powers, infects almost all of his followers and can be transferred with a single touch, inflicting the poor victim with a concoction perfected by Nurgle himself to cause the most agony while still keeping them from death, many pledging themselves to Nurgle just to end their suffering.Sure, the specifics of the methods to that result may be different, but still, Nurgle tampers with your mind and transforms you into a mindless zombie drone worshipping diseases. It is similar in some ways to 1984, where all citizens get to be brainwashed by the oppressive Party and end up worshiping the very organization that has made their lives miserable.Other servants of Chaos are intensely suffering or blindingly insane or "merely" a mindless spawn, but Nurgle followers genuinely enjoy being followed by clouds of plague flies and having their organs dragging on the ground, and nothing would please them more than giving you a biiiiig hug so you can enjoy it too. But Papa Nurgle loves you, so it's all fine. It just so happens he shares his love by infecting you with so much disease you end up a bloated rotting zombie-like thing which is in so much pain that it can't feel any other pain. And he'd probably be jolly good grampy to you, if you'd just join up.
Nurgle loves his followers, he really does.This is the goal which Necrons (at least pre-retcon) want to accomplish. Living beings cannot help but feel things, and so we will never truly be rid of them, so one of the few ways to ultimately defeate them is to kill every single living being in the galaxy. And the most horrifying thing is that they exist by feeding on the emotions of living beings. Four Gods of Chaos, countless ways to make your spine tingle.
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