Underneath a region once called Scandinavia, eyes glowing with a golden power opened. Their owner peered around, noting the mass of tangled cables his body teemed with, before his eyelids lowered over his optical organs. After he gave a mighty pull, former Stockholm disappeared under a cloud of fire.
The God-Emperor's armor-clad shape exploded from the Golden Throne with a screech of metal and dying deities. His bellowed ôFUUUUUCKö was louder still as his magnificent shape drifted in the stratosphere, his hair whipping to the side under the push of the jetstreams as he watched his world slowly rotate. The gray forge world was choked with smoke and gas, and even from his altitude he could smell the filth of Terra.
The Astronomican's light had faded from his mind. He did not feel the pull of the Ruinous Powers in the back of his soul, only his immense psychic power, for once left without opposition in the universe. The Warp was inexistent, he noted as his being explored the planet underneath.
Were there enough air for his words to reverberate in, his words would have torn the heavens asunder. The God-Emperor shone with the cleansing light of reentry as he descended towards his ruin of a throne. As he dropped towards Terra he could dimly see the Sun and Luna, glowing brightly on each horizon. The next dawn would be one under his rule, where humanity would again thrive.
He made landfall with a deafening crash, before setting himself on a path towards the doorway of his home for ten millennia. The Eternity Gate's imposing architecture slowly grew in his vision, its florid depictions of war showing men and women climbing down a mountain whilst bathing the battlefield under them with fire. Far above, angels of battle sung their glorious songs of war.
The God-Emperor glowered at his gate, and it groaned as aged gears moved in line with his will. Splitting in the middle with a great creaking sound, the massive doorway slowly inched open. Watching the gap widen, he stepped forwards into a hallway that extended further than the light could show.
As far as his human perception stretched, men stood guard, turning in a daze to watch the Eternity Gate open. Two Titans stood by the doorway, and hurriedly stepped back from the moving structures to avoid their immense girth. Legions of men underneath scrambled and ran from both the wide doors of the holy entrance and the hustling war machines.
The Emperor's golden armor glowed under the light of torches hung up along the great hall in front of him. The Titans were the closest to him, and after a moment of silence as the Gates stopped moving, seemed to keel over. Midway through the movement, one lost footing and fell, its feet unable to keep it standing in that stance. As the Imperator Titan crashed just short of him, its crew spilled out of whatever ports they could and stumbled to their knees beside their weaponry.
Quirking an eyebrow as the other Titan threw itself to the ground with a great crash in some display of submission, the God-Emperor of Mankind watched the Adeptus Custodes prostrate themselves to him as one.
ôImperium of Man!ö His shout reverberated through the halls of the Imperial Palace. Dimly, he heard the machinery in the fallen Titans fizzle and explode, but he kept talking. ôFor ten thousand years have I slumbered, watching this galaxy decay into decadence, but now I have awakened! I am powerful again, and nothing will stop me from purging this inhumanity from Mankind!ö His people stood slowly after his proclamation, silent until the great cry rang from the Titan crews.
ôCleanse the stars! Rebuild Mankind in the Emperor's image!ö The bellows caught on, and he smiled to himself as the young men high-fived each other enthusiastically.
Shyly, one of the engineers who had first rallied the Space Marines far back neared him. His eyes were wide as he looked straight up at the God-Emperor's fearsome figure.
ôWhat is it, young one?ö His voice rumbled powerfully, and the young man couldn't help but step back. Gathering courage again, he stepped closer and took off his helmet, showing a mass of brown hair to the Emperor.
ôYou're really the Emperor?ö He squinted up at the man's rugged visage, black eyes fascinatingly peering at the long scar adorning his left cheek. ôWow, I never thought I'd see you. Sir.ö He looked back at the legions of men celebrating the return of their Emperor, and then back. ôDude, Emperor, sir. Can I touch you?ö
ôI... yes. You needn't give me titles, young one.ö The vanguard of humanity watched with slight trepidation as the boy reached out and touched his left forearm, before flinching back.
ôYou're really real,ö he murmured. ôReally...ö The boy dropped to his knees and hugged one of the Emperor's legs. ôMay I suck your cock, Mr. Divine One, sir?ö
ôNo. Just go back to your crew. Our holy crusade is nigh. Get ready, young one.ö
--__--
As it was, reigning the Imperium in was quite easy. Within weeks, Terra had submitted to his rule as one, its Hives recognizing the Emperor that had exploded out of his Throne, and his military might in two Titans and over ten thousand Space Marines. If his visage and enlightening presence did not win the people over, his super soldiers did.
As was always the case with the Imperium of Man, not everything went well. Within days the news spread from every corner of the Hive World that no food was being shipped in from the vast multitude of planets under the rule of mankind.
ôShit,ö he uttered when he came to the conclusion that there was no way the planet was going to feed itself. So he looked to the stars.
Serenely hovering above the glowing urban sprawl of Terra's Hives, the Imperial Fleet confusedly went about their days, knowing nothing about the situation below but awaiting orders from any authority. The Twelve Lords of Terra shat themselves quietly as the Emperor got into a large shuttle and blasted off into space.
The Battlecruiser he boarded seemed to be the best-maintained ship in the myriad that drifted above the Atmosphere, and he immediately walked past thousands of curious men who did nothing to impede his progress towards the bridge of the ship. The captain was a grizzled bald man with one eye, who stood from his throne to meet the visitor.
His sneer shattered in the face of the magnificent figure twice his size, who looked down at him without a word. ôGaaaah-god emprah?ö The deity sighed as the man collapsed. The captain's second in command ran up to him and fell to his knees, grabbing at one of the Emperor's feet in wonder.
ôGod-Emperor, oh flawless one, what do you require of us mortals?ö He whimpered as an enormous hand reached for his shoulder and pulled him into a standing position.
ôTerra has no food. Why?ö
ôOh my lord and God, I am afraid I know the reason. We have not received communications from any installations beyond Terra and Luna for the past thirty days. There have been no recorded Warp Storms, but our Psykers have lost their entire connection to the Warp. We have been gearing up and sending calls throughout the galaxy for more ships in case this is a plot of the Ruinous Powers, but as of yet we have received no response.ö He panted slightly after his report.
The God-Emperor looked towards space through one of the ship's massive windows. Mars twinkled dimly in the distance. His eyes closed and his body glowed with psychic power as his decision was made, and suddenly the clouds of Terra stopped moving, its lights stopped switching on and off. The planet became inert. Its orbit continued as normal, but all communications abruptly stopped, as a young man reported in wonder from behind the throne.
ôWe need to feed our people, Captain.ö The Emperor looked down at the squirrelly man.
ôLieutenant, sir, oh divine one,ö the man corrected.
ôYou're Captain now. We must go to Mars. If what I fear has happened, then that must be our target. Call our fleet, leave no ship behind if you can. We must go to the fourth planet. We will eradicate the only threat that stands against the Imperium's might... and then...ö The Emperor looked towards the stars again, pausing for a moment to watch Terra's inert biodome as he scanned the heavens. ôAnd then!ö He shouted, raising his fist triumphantly to the gathered masses, ôWE FARM!ö
The God-Emperor's armor-clad shape exploded from the Golden Throne with a screech of metal and dying deities. His bellowed ôFUUUUUCKö was louder still as his magnificent shape drifted in the stratosphere, his hair whipping to the side under the push of the jetstreams as he watched his world slowly rotate. The gray forge world was choked with smoke and gas, and even from his altitude he could smell the filth of Terra.
The Astronomican's light had faded from his mind. He did not feel the pull of the Ruinous Powers in the back of his soul, only his immense psychic power, for once left without opposition in the universe. The Warp was inexistent, he noted as his being explored the planet underneath.
Were there enough air for his words to reverberate in, his words would have torn the heavens asunder. The God-Emperor shone with the cleansing light of reentry as he descended towards his ruin of a throne. As he dropped towards Terra he could dimly see the Sun and Luna, glowing brightly on each horizon. The next dawn would be one under his rule, where humanity would again thrive.
He made landfall with a deafening crash, before setting himself on a path towards the doorway of his home for ten millennia. The Eternity Gate's imposing architecture slowly grew in his vision, its florid depictions of war showing men and women climbing down a mountain whilst bathing the battlefield under them with fire. Far above, angels of battle sung their glorious songs of war.
The God-Emperor glowered at his gate, and it groaned as aged gears moved in line with his will. Splitting in the middle with a great creaking sound, the massive doorway slowly inched open. Watching the gap widen, he stepped forwards into a hallway that extended further than the light could show.
As far as his human perception stretched, men stood guard, turning in a daze to watch the Eternity Gate open. Two Titans stood by the doorway, and hurriedly stepped back from the moving structures to avoid their immense girth. Legions of men underneath scrambled and ran from both the wide doors of the holy entrance and the hustling war machines.
The Emperor's golden armor glowed under the light of torches hung up along the great hall in front of him. The Titans were the closest to him, and after a moment of silence as the Gates stopped moving, seemed to keel over. Midway through the movement, one lost footing and fell, its feet unable to keep it standing in that stance. As the Imperator Titan crashed just short of him, its crew spilled out of whatever ports they could and stumbled to their knees beside their weaponry.
Quirking an eyebrow as the other Titan threw itself to the ground with a great crash in some display of submission, the God-Emperor of Mankind watched the Adeptus Custodes prostrate themselves to him as one.
ôImperium of Man!ö His shout reverberated through the halls of the Imperial Palace. Dimly, he heard the machinery in the fallen Titans fizzle and explode, but he kept talking. ôFor ten thousand years have I slumbered, watching this galaxy decay into decadence, but now I have awakened! I am powerful again, and nothing will stop me from purging this inhumanity from Mankind!ö His people stood slowly after his proclamation, silent until the great cry rang from the Titan crews.
ôCleanse the stars! Rebuild Mankind in the Emperor's image!ö The bellows caught on, and he smiled to himself as the young men high-fived each other enthusiastically.
Shyly, one of the engineers who had first rallied the Space Marines far back neared him. His eyes were wide as he looked straight up at the God-Emperor's fearsome figure.
ôWhat is it, young one?ö His voice rumbled powerfully, and the young man couldn't help but step back. Gathering courage again, he stepped closer and took off his helmet, showing a mass of brown hair to the Emperor.
ôYou're really the Emperor?ö He squinted up at the man's rugged visage, black eyes fascinatingly peering at the long scar adorning his left cheek. ôWow, I never thought I'd see you. Sir.ö He looked back at the legions of men celebrating the return of their Emperor, and then back. ôDude, Emperor, sir. Can I touch you?ö
ôI... yes. You needn't give me titles, young one.ö The vanguard of humanity watched with slight trepidation as the boy reached out and touched his left forearm, before flinching back.
ôYou're really real,ö he murmured. ôReally...ö The boy dropped to his knees and hugged one of the Emperor's legs. ôMay I suck your cock, Mr. Divine One, sir?ö
ôNo. Just go back to your crew. Our holy crusade is nigh. Get ready, young one.ö
--__--
As it was, reigning the Imperium in was quite easy. Within weeks, Terra had submitted to his rule as one, its Hives recognizing the Emperor that had exploded out of his Throne, and his military might in two Titans and over ten thousand Space Marines. If his visage and enlightening presence did not win the people over, his super soldiers did.
As was always the case with the Imperium of Man, not everything went well. Within days the news spread from every corner of the Hive World that no food was being shipped in from the vast multitude of planets under the rule of mankind.
ôShit,ö he uttered when he came to the conclusion that there was no way the planet was going to feed itself. So he looked to the stars.
Serenely hovering above the glowing urban sprawl of Terra's Hives, the Imperial Fleet confusedly went about their days, knowing nothing about the situation below but awaiting orders from any authority. The Twelve Lords of Terra shat themselves quietly as the Emperor got into a large shuttle and blasted off into space.
The Battlecruiser he boarded seemed to be the best-maintained ship in the myriad that drifted above the Atmosphere, and he immediately walked past thousands of curious men who did nothing to impede his progress towards the bridge of the ship. The captain was a grizzled bald man with one eye, who stood from his throne to meet the visitor.
His sneer shattered in the face of the magnificent figure twice his size, who looked down at him without a word. ôGaaaah-god emprah?ö The deity sighed as the man collapsed. The captain's second in command ran up to him and fell to his knees, grabbing at one of the Emperor's feet in wonder.
ôGod-Emperor, oh flawless one, what do you require of us mortals?ö He whimpered as an enormous hand reached for his shoulder and pulled him into a standing position.
ôTerra has no food. Why?ö
ôOh my lord and God, I am afraid I know the reason. We have not received communications from any installations beyond Terra and Luna for the past thirty days. There have been no recorded Warp Storms, but our Psykers have lost their entire connection to the Warp. We have been gearing up and sending calls throughout the galaxy for more ships in case this is a plot of the Ruinous Powers, but as of yet we have received no response.ö He panted slightly after his report.
The God-Emperor looked towards space through one of the ship's massive windows. Mars twinkled dimly in the distance. His eyes closed and his body glowed with psychic power as his decision was made, and suddenly the clouds of Terra stopped moving, its lights stopped switching on and off. The planet became inert. Its orbit continued as normal, but all communications abruptly stopped, as a young man reported in wonder from behind the throne.
ôWe need to feed our people, Captain.ö The Emperor looked down at the squirrelly man.
ôLieutenant, sir, oh divine one,ö the man corrected.
ôYou're Captain now. We must go to Mars. If what I fear has happened, then that must be our target. Call our fleet, leave no ship behind if you can. We must go to the fourth planet. We will eradicate the only threat that stands against the Imperium's might... and then...ö The Emperor looked towards the stars again, pausing for a moment to watch Terra's inert biodome as he scanned the heavens. ôAnd then!ö He shouted, raising his fist triumphantly to the gathered masses, ôWE FARM!ö
