As explained at the top, this story up to Chapter 4 was originally written by dandiestcar6 in collaboration with me, R-Alex-J. This is now deleted so I can complete the story, but he left this note:
this is a new story i have co-authored with R-Alex-J, go check his story out, it is great
Dandiestcar6 is no longer able to edit this, due to the time commitments (unable to keep a consistent schedule), a growing dislike of this site for some reason, and that making some friends in the outside world has filled a 'void' that FF previously filled. He says that I, originally just the proofreader and adviser, could finish this story off, apparently because he thinks he can't finish it in a good way. Here goes...
The Emperor of Mankind stood above his son, Horus Lupercal, and his other son, Sanguinius, lying on the floor. He could feel his blood dripping down his face, his bones slowly mending themselves back together, but it was not enough, he could feel himself slipping, slowly, but surely, into a coma.
With that he felt sad, sad that he could not protect his children for the time he was out. He could feel it would be long
Little did he know just how long it would be- 10,000 years- but just because he was in a coma did not mean that he was not aware. He slipped in and out of his coma, the first time seeing a tide of green assaulting his home. To the Emperor's horror, the xenos known as the Eldar were right in his Throne Room. To think that against the fungi known as the Orks, his Custodes joined forces with the alien. He was also horrified at how his High Lords were so incompetent that they denied the seriousness the army assaulting the very system they were in.
Then he woke again and this time it horrified him even more, Vulkan, his son and one of the kindest of his Primarchs, dead. But what he saw next horrified him even more: the Ecclesiarchy. An abomination of his Imperial Creed; what came next sickened him to his very core was Goge Vandire (a name that just screamed evil), and how much more warped his Imperium had become, with almost all his sons either dead or missing, technological advancement having stopped, and that with every step forward the Mechanicus took, it took one large step back.
Then the dark came again, he didn't want it to come, he tried to stay awake, to protect the species he loved, but it was too strong and so he fell back into it. He awoke again, dreading what he would see, but nothing could prepare him for what he saw. Wars being fought on countless fronts, men being deployed by the millions and dying by the thousands to win a single skirmish, and planets being destroyed because they had one or two people who held different views. Greenskin hordes gathering
As far as the Emperor could tell he had one option, to go out into an incorporeal form, and seek out two souls to bind himself to, he did not know why he was doing that, he could save the energy he had to save it for when he needed it, but he did not know why, perhaps to see for himself what his imperium had become.
Tzeentch could feel all his scheme being formed and changed in a way no mortal could understand, but as he did one of his favorite ones, the one linked to the Anathema, all changed irreversibly, he did not know why, if this was good or bad, but as Tzeentch sat in the endless abyss of the warp he smiled, or what could pass for one, for one like him he loved when unexpected changes came, so he set himself out to creating new schemes and plans to counter this, but little did Tzeentch know how changed the strings of fate were…