Feedback is requested. Also, Magnus and Kitten came back yay

The Emperor of Mankind was torn between a decision. The Captain-General of the Adeptus Custodes, Little Kitten, has informed him of the condition of his sons, the Primarchs. He already knew the fates of Magnymagic, and Rogalydondon, as he has seen them and have not felt them die, along with Sanguinus and…no, let us not dwell there. The flesh of his flesh (or what's left of it), the blood of his blood (he doesn't have any), have suffered so.

Thus, we return to the dilemma of the Emperor; should he flip the big "RESET" button on existence, or not. He has heard of the plights of his psyche, his knowledge screaming at him what he must do to keep humanity and the galaxy at large alive. But the part of him that nearly eleven millennia of guilt weighs down begs for another chance. While he has only recently been able to communicate with his people again, he has heard them as they have lived. How they have been downtrodden, and how many of them no longer wish to live even seeing the Space Marines come to save them. He hears their voices even now, wishing how they had never stuck deals with Chaos, how they longed for another shot at life where they did not die by a commissar to keep the fight alive, where they wished for easy life away from the orks, and he hears it all.

"Captain-General." He speaks. "I Must Ask You Your Opinion Of The Decision I Must Soon Make." Even now he can feel his sons, Magnus in his room/library, Rogal building things, Leman Russ in the Warp, Vulkan and Corvus Corax crossing the galaxy, Ferrus Manus in death, Lion El'Jonson wherever he is, Jaghatai Khan racing the Dark Eldar, Angron doing stuff, Perturabo trying to be better than Rogal and everything, Lorgar preaching Chaos to things already in Chaos (because he is a dumb-dumb*), Mortarion cultivating stuff for the big grandpapa, Fulgrim thinking he's the most attractive being ever (he never got around to telling him that his name means 'ugly' in two old Terran languages**), the twins compiling blackmail on everybody that ever existed***, Konrad Curze being edgy, Papa Smurf still being alive, Sanguinius (sob) being (sobsob) dead, and Horus not existing. He knows where all of them are, and weeps for them constantly.

"Yes, my lord? What is it that you would have me do?" Always the polite (and sane) one, the Captain-General asks awaiting anything that he should be asked. Also, his armor is silver now. How did that happen?

"I Have Seen, Heard, And Felt All Of Humanity As They Die And Shall See, Hear, And Feel Them As They Live. Part Of Me Wants To Have Us All Fight To Live In This Grimdark Future, But Another Part Of Me Begs For Me To Push The Big Red Reset Button On Reality. I Have Failed My Sons, The Primarchs, As They Are Doomed To Their Fates. And I Have Failed Humanity In That Many Among Them Have Lead Them Astray, And Many Have Been Wrongfully Condemned. I Am Truly Torn, And I Ask Your Help."

The Captain-General balks, overwhelmed with the weight and power with the situation at hand. After a few moments pass, he answers. "My lord, I feel…unworthy to decide, but I speak for all of the imperium when I say a second chance is deserved whenever someone makes a mistake. Not that I'm saying that you've made a mistake, not at all, QUITE the opposite, in fact, and-" He deflates. "You have my humble opinion, my lord."

"I Thank You, Custodes. My Decision Has Been Made. Inform The Scribes To Send Out A Galaxy Wide Message Demanding All Humans Withdraw From Their Location And Return To Terra. And Send Space Marines Into The Warp To Gather My Sons There. When This Big Button Is Pressed, Humanity Should Be At The Place Where It Began. And Yes, Tell Magnus He Has To Bring Them Out Of The Warp." The Emperor commands. As the Custodes leaves, the Emperor leaves his corporeal being and logs onto the Warpchat.

User: Golden Boy has logged on. Say Hello!

MasterOfPlans: Well, "golden boy," what is it? Any holiday that would have us screaming for the hills? Any overpowered players to add to this game? I'm genuinely curious.

Golden Boy: Chaos Gods, I have asked little of you in our coexistence. This is the one final thing that I ask. Release my children, the Primarchs, so that they might see their father one last time before his death. I have no ulterior motive to bring them back to my side, or to extract information of your plans. A final wish.

Grandpapa Nurgz: So it is true? Your death approaches? How about no?

IshaMe: Come now, dear. He is dying, and you deny him his last wish?

Grandpapa Nurgz: Oh, alright dear. Mortarion is being sent to Terra as we chat.

RIPANDTEAR: I'm getting soft. Your kids're on their way.

IshaMe: See, how hard was that, dear?

Golden Boy: Thank you.

User: Golden Boy has disconnected by user.

MasterOfPlans: What's he getting at?

Many weeks later, his sons stand before him. The rest of the Custodes have adopted their armor, for once. They glance at each other, before looking at their father. His condition has not deteriorated much in the past few weeks, but it is noticeable. He has refused care for his body until the meeting.

"My Sons." He begins, several Primarchs stepping back, not expecting this. "You have been gathered here for my death. This throne is imperfect, and my departure is nigh. My final wish has been for you to be gathered here for this moment. I apologize, for I have been a terrible father to you all." The Primarchs do not expect this, as he has never shown such empathy in the past towards them.

"Well, technically it's also the rebirth of reality, but I guess I neglected to bring that up." That gains their attention quickly. This was unexpected, and the Chaos Gods Listening in jolt in surprise at the extent of this plan. "Oh well, here goes." Every human, xeno, ork, daemon, and entity in reality feels a sudden surge of power, and then there is nothing left.

Cliffhanger, cliché, I know, but I need your help with team names. Emps is going to be an adult in this story, and the Primarchs, Kitten, and Sly Marbo**** will be students at Beacon. Whether the Chaos Gods get in on the action is up to you!

*Emps being Emps with his son's choices

**It's true, look it up

***Their Legion would be the ones to do it, you have to admit.

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