Disclaimer: Warhammer 40k doesn't belong to me, cept this made up little scene here. Horus, Big E and them Chaos marines, and the heretical song Horus was singing belongs to someone else.

Explanation in Author's note

Horus held his sword against the neck of his once revered father. The Emperor was just inches away from death, but he kept his eyes straight at Horus, showing no fear towards his would be killer.

"Finally, you kneel before me, now I to you," Horus started, "It did not have to end this way, Father. If you had just-"

"Nothing good comes out of joining those monsters, Horus!" The Emperor interrupted, "You will be stopped and I will be the one to put an end to you, even if it cost me my life. So, you could surrender now or face death."

"You still believe you can win, Father? You still believed you can control everything just because they revered to you as a god!? Let me tell you something, Oh Mighty Emperor of man." Horus snapped his finger and 4 chaos space marines appeared behind him, carrying instruments "Let me tell you...IN SONG!"

"Wha-?"

Horus changed his sword into a guitar and started playing. The words he sang echoed through the Emperor's mind. Each stanza of this poetry, each sentence of the verse, it echoed before him. But Horus failed to truly understand these words.

These words were not about someone who truly things himself as a god, but simply someone who believe they have power over other people's livelihood. Someone who could bend other people's will into their own making.

As Horus blared his voice out, his chaos minions playing their heretical music, a thought passed through the mind of the Emperor. Well, actually, there were a lot of things going through his mind like when did Horus learned to play the guitar, or, when did he have the time to play the guitar, or, where did he get the guitar from (what, that was his sword just now, wasn't it?), and so on and so forth. He had a lot going on in his mind since the song Horus and his chaos band his playing is like a 4 minute song, give or take. But what really stood out the most was how he interpreted the song.

Is that really how they see me? A god?

As he tries to process this, he knew what he had to do.

"What do you thin-"

As Horus was about to ask, he received a massive boot to the gut that not only crushed his guts, but it felt like it crushed his soul. The traitor was dead and the Emperor of Man stood tall, although still battered. Seeing their general fall, the 4 chaos space marines retreated, leaving the Emperor alone.

The Emperor looked at the body of his former son.

"Imbecile." He said before he teleported back to Terra. It was time to show people he was not a god, but another man willing to lead his empire to attain peace. He must convince them that his only wish was to help the human race to survive and stop the demonic monstrosity from destroying the universe. The thing he hopes is that he could make it back alive.

The End

AN: Y'all enjoy that? Well, if you find this fic strange, let me do something first

I'M SORRY!

The last fic I wrote, just less than 12 hours ago? Hold up..checking message...doesn't say the time...just says yesterday...Ah, whatever

The main thing is, I had kinda crossed a line and gotta take that one down.

So, to make up for that doozy, I've decided to tweak this fic a bit.

It's probably not as exciting as before, but bear with me here.

That's all...what, you're waiting for seconds? Don't be a stiff.

Till next time

Qirtz signing off~