Shrieks echoed throughout the imperial place's central chambers as psyker after psyker is forcibly hooked up to the golden throne and drained of their life force. Hidden amongst the screaming mass of maddened psykers 4 hooded figures stood in utter silence. Waiting. Preparing.
The first of the hooded figures was grabbed by the chains and pulled towards the throne. One of the priests pulled away the hood revealing who was beneath.
The head slowly rose to look the priest in the eyes. Upon his forehead, the mark of Khorn.
"What the hell is this! Execute this heretic immediately!" The chains binding the psyker splintered and his arms shot out.
"Blood for the Blood God!" He screamed as everyone close to him began writhing in agony, blood pouring from them as every vein and artery ripped open.
A distance down the line of the psykers several of the Adeptus Custodes took aim. Another hooded figure appeared to phase through his chains and with a swift motion of his hand sent the Custodes flying across the room. On his hand the mark of Tzeentch.
Alarms began to sound and more Custodes started pouring into the chamber, they began to fire upon the mass of psykers that were chaotically panicking around the room, screaming in fear, and crying to be saved.
A third hooded figure, the right side of their chest uncovered and wearing a necklace of the purest gold darted towards the Custodes. The hood slipped away to reveal a face of extreme beauty that could not be distinguished as man or woman. They moved with incredible speed and conquered two small daggers into their hands. They began to cut apart the Custodes as easily as cutting up paper, screaming in delightful pleasure as they did.
In the midst of the massacre an inquisitor began to march through the centre of the chamber, cutting apart the maddened hordes as they rushed towards him with ease. His gaze first firmly on the 3 heretics that were slowly making their way closer and closer to the Emperor.
He raised his blade to cut apart one of them when a hand grabbed his wrist.
"Now we shouldn't do that. Why don't you join us?" Said the figure just loud enough to be heard over the shrieks of death and sound like a whisper.
The inquisitor elbowed the figure behind him and turned to face the it. It's hands slowly dropped away from its face, revealing a disgusting mess of boils and fungus growths. A green liquid as thick as blood dripped from its wound.
"You can join us now." It spoke softly. The Inquisitor felt an itching sensation from where he'd been grabbed. He lifted his sleeve to reveal a rash that was quickly spreading over his body.
"What have you done to me Heretic!?"
"I gave you a gift. I do hope you enjoy." The Inquisitor fell to his feet in pain. He began to cough up blacked blood. The rash spreading across his face.
"I'm sorry my Emperor. I have failed you." As he fell to the ground the last few Custodes were cut apart.
"Fancy us finally working together." The plagued one spoke with a grin.
"Let's just finish this already. It's been long enough and these mortal forms are growing weaker." The sorcerer said in disgust of the plagued.
They stepped up the throne and in a unison contradictory of their chaotic nature, they slit their throats. The blood spilt onto the floor and chaotic energies began to converge around the mixing blood. The Emperors limp body began to twitch, and suddenly started to jerk around as the energies moved over him. The throne started to spark, pipes disconnected, and the Emperors body began to rapidly decay.
Gathering every ounce of strength, in a final burst of consciousness, the Emperor spoke the first words in 10,000 years.
"I… Will… Return…" And with that, he crumbled into dust.
There was a silence… An unnatural silence. The Astronomicon, flickered and snapped out of existence, causing all ships within the warp to suddenly exit or become lost entirely. Every psyker with connection to the Emperor felt a sudden cold, followed by his last words. Some were driven mad by the sudden disconnection, others spiralled into depression and yet others began to try and figure out which prophecy would become true.
Deep in the throne, there was a knocking. Slight at first, but gradually getting louder. It suddenly became a loud bang, and the sound of metal being torn apart. There was a flash of purple light and a swarm of demons began to rush out of the concealed webway gate. They raced through the temple, butchering everything, militarum, space marine and Custodes a like all fell to the seemingly endless hordes of chaos spawn that were leaking through.
Chaos portals began to open up all over Holy Terra, and in orbit. The grand fleet attempted to halt the ships that suddenly appeared out of these portals but with the sheer number of ships, coupled with some portals dragging imperium ships in or destroying them entirely, it became too much.
The defenders of Holy Terra fought and died in the name of the fallen God Emperor. All the while the warp portals slowly converged causing it to grow ever larger.
A comparably small distance away, the Martian ground began to shake. Deep in the labyrinth the Void dragon began to stir. It sensed the ancient enemies of the warp and knew it was no match for the entity beginning to form inside the warp storm.
No longer bound by the Emperor's power, the Dragon broke free of its confinement and burst through the Martian surface. A number of tech priests witnessed the sudden escape of the Void Dragon, and believing it was their Technology God, they gathered all the forces they could and followed it. Leaving the destruction of the Sol system without hesitation.
Deep in the warp, something began to emerge. The chaos that surrounded the entity began to smooth out. The entity grew with power, everything it touched became ordered. A new realm was being born, and with it, a new god of chaos, one the likes of which had never been seen before. The god of Order and Stability.
So great was its power, that the other 4 chaos gods, for the first time, became worried.
The entity screamed out as it burst into existence within the Imaterium. Its scream broke into the material realm and echoed across the galaxy, with it a new great warp storm broke out across the Imperium of Man. In an instant, countless worlds fell into the warp, destroying the entire Segmentum Solar, and taking with it an incomprehensible amount of lives.
With no God, no leader, and this sudden loss of life, the Imperium would soon fall to fear, anarchy and violence. Leaving its territory wide open for the enemies of Mankind to do as they pleased.