There was great rejoicing amongst there hearts of men. From one end of the galaxy to another, from the lowest hive ganger, to the high lords of Terra, there was one thought sung within their hearts.

" The Emperor lives! Long Live the Emperor of mankind!"

It was unknown to the general Imperium, or even most of the inquisitors, how the Emperor had risen from the golden throne. It was only know that it had happened. Another golden age had begun.

But for Matthew Sillas, this was all at the back of his mind. For several days ago, he had been contacted by an unknown party. He did not know who it was, but he/ she certainly had a lot of pull. He had literally been given an offer he couldn't refuse.

Especially not after he had been kidnapped from his flat by several men

He woke up in a bland room, waiting for someone to enter. And just now, someone did.

"Why am I here? What did you take me for?" he asked, trying not to let his voice quiver in fear.

The man looked at him with something between curiosity and scorn, along with some confusion. It appeared only for a moment, of course, before he replaced it with a stoic mask.

"What is about to happen to you, you will never speak of. Speak one word of what is going to happen, and you will wish that we killed you. We will obliterate your very soul, and you will thank us with joy in your hearts. You will not be able to escape; you will not be able to hide from us.

Do you hear me?"

There was no emotion in his voice, no anger, just a mere statement of fact.

I shivered. I had no idea what I was caught up with, but…

The rosarius.

There was a stylized capital I over his lapel.

God-emperor help me, I'm in the hands of the inquisition.

I resisted the urge to curl up into a ball and cry.

The inquisitor seemed to be satisfied by the reaction, and held out a small orb. "Hold onto this. When you arrive at your destination, you will know what to do."

I did so. There was a flash of light, and then I reappeared in a room. What I first noticed, was the gold. The entire room was covered in gold. So much that it hurt, so I covered my eyes and turned around, hoping to find some shade from the glare.

There was a man there.

What struck me, was his presence. It felt like I was in the presence of a glorious sun, or in the holiness of a chapel.

I could not really explain it, not easily, at least. What I do know was that the man before me held greatness. One that could not be easily described in words, though somehow it seemed… muted.

He gestured towards a table I had not noticed before. On it, there was a stylus, a sheet of paper, a recorder, and recording equipment.

"Sit." The man spoke, and he obeyed.

"Um… OH, my apologies, my lord! What am I here for?" The man before him must be a noble of some sort, and he had to make sure he did not get punished.

"I am the Emperor of mankind. And you are here to take down my story"

A/N: yep, it's emps. We're gonna see his story.