This story was not just written by me. It was started by my good friend Pascal and we have just started writing this. This story will explore the current situation through the perspectives of different people not just limited to the timeline of the 41st mil. So there will be a lot of jumping around perspectives in this story. Please leave some reviews we would like to know how to improve it better.
It is the 41st Millennium. For more than a hundred centuries The Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the Master of Mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that he may never truly die. Yet even in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the Warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emperor's will. Vast armies give battle in his name on uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst his soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors. Their comrades in arms are legion: the Imperial Guard and countless planetary defence forces, the ever vigilant Inquisition and the tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus to name only a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat from aliens, heretics, mutants - and worse. To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be re-learned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.
The 13th Black Crusade's dark tendrils had cut off Cadia from the rest of Imperium. Abaddon's damned traitor legions and crazed cultists had smashed through the defences of Cadia with renewed vigour. Although his ultimate goal of breaking through the Cadian Gate had failed, he nevertheless gained foothold. A costly but significant victory. The defenders of Cadia held onto their Kasrs through their unshakable faith in the God Emperor of Mankind and the tactical genius of the Lord Castellan Ursarkar E Creed. Even then it was evident in the deepest fears of Cadian High Command that Cadia would fall under the renewed assault of Abaddon's damned legions. Clearly Cadia could not push back the forces of Disorder on her own, even with the massive Imperial armies still on the planet's surface. It was only a matter of time and patience for Abaddon to finally break the fortitude of Cadia's defenders and strike the heart of Holy Terra to dispose the hated Carrion Lord of the Imperium. The galaxy will finally burn.
It was in the face of damnation that the Imperium of Man in a final act of desperation did what many would consider heretical and unthinkable: they directly allied themselves with the despicable and manipulative Xenos known as the Eldar. The Eldar too were in no situation to refuse the help of the xenophobic Imperium of Man. If Abaddon's forces of Chaos were to break free of Cadia and kill the Emperor of Mankind it would lead to the creation of a new Eye of Terror, one that would have dire consequences for the dying Eldar race. In addition, the Astronomican would fade away and mankind would be left shattered, alone in this hostile galaxy at the mercy of the Dark Gods. A desperate alliance had to be forged, and wasting no time, both sides gathered whatever reserves they had to push the forces of Chaos out of the Cadian Gate. The Eldar craftworlds Ulthwe, Iyanden, Biel-Tan and Altansar amassed their forces under the leadership of the great Phoenix Lord Maugan Ra and the farseers. The Imperials on the other hand had gathered the might of several Astartes Chapters including the Dark Angels, Imperial Fists, Ultramarines along with the Imperial Guard, Sisters of Battle and the forces of the Holy Inquisition. It was a gathering of the military might that had not been seen since the start of the Emperor's Great Crusade. Despite this highly versatile and powerful force that outmatched the greatest Crusades, the predictions from the Emperor's Tarot were grim. It had predicted a victory would come but at a great cost to the Imperium.
The forces of Chaos had not only their near endless hordes that dominated the Cadian landscape but also a significant naval presence that could knock back the combined Imperial and Eldar fleets. This in turn would leave the Cadian defenders truly isolated and open attack from both Abaddon's hordes and the Chaos fleet. The allied forces knew this but pressed on with the attack. What other option was there? Civilization as they knew it hung in the balance, if they were going to save it, now would have to be it. And by the Emperor did they fight. Wave upon wave of Imperial and Eldar ships were thrown at the Chaos fleet, and eventually, broke Abbadon's naval forces. Naval victory came at a terrible cost though, as only half the troop transports had survived. Nevertheless they carried on, landing behind enemy lines, and soon launched a coordinated attack with the Cadian defenders to attack the forces of Chaos from two sides. Trapped, the fanatics fought to their last breath, making sure that for each fallen Chaos servant, ten more servants of the Carrion Lord and the despicable Eldar would be murdered in glorious fashion, all in the name of the Chaos Gods. Painfully and slowly the tide turned and in several decades the Chaos attackers were slowly crushed until there was nothing but dust and blood left. Abaddon in his last breath unleashed a terrible curse upon the Imperials, one that would stir the greed and pride of men and plant the seeds of doubt. If he could not break the Imperials, he would at least make them suffer. And suffer they did, as the Imperium, despite it's titanic victory over Chaos, was struck by a new threat. After years of clearing up the dust and confusion, the Imperial leaders stationed in Cadia blinded by their pride and greed decided to overthrow their overlords as they saw that the Imperium had been weakened and could not retaliate with its full might. The great victory at the Cadian Gate would later amount to a bloody civil war that had not been seen since Horus's betrayal. With the defeat of Abaddon's forces came the terrible Cadian Heresy. Upon the Golden Throne the decaying carcass of the Emperor of Mankind shed a single tear and called upon his splintered consciousnesses across time to search for a saviour that will stop the desolation upon his holy Imperium. There would only be war fueled by greed and pride.