this was written by the stormlord
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Constantin Valdor entered the viewing room where the Emperor and the Primarchs awaited him. They were reconvining here to continue the viewing and Valdor would enact any changes that were needed to the Adeptus Custodes or the other members of the hand of the Emperor. The biggest change was that Custodes armor was never to be removed, or even be able to be removed. No price was too high to avoid the nightmare that was known as the fabstodes. The tech priest was the first to notice him, and while bowing said, "Hail lord Valdor." The bow was the one the Tech Priest gave to Custodes, deeper than the bow that he gave to Astartes but not as deep as the one he gave the Primarchs and Malcador, or as deep as the one he gave the Emperor when bowing was required. The Emperor noticed him and said, "VALDOR, COME WATCH THIS FILE WITH US. WE CAN DISCUSS WHAT YOU WANT TO TALK TO ME ABOUT LATER." Valdor noted, "I wanted to discuss the ongoing efforts to ensure the fabstodes never exist." The entire room shuddered, remembering how they reacted to the degenerate being the compainions had become in the 41st millennium. Indeed, the Tech Priest recalled how he had removed his optics, cleaned them and upon seeing the fabstodes still on screen had run a full systems diagnostic on himself. The Emperor stated, "OK WE ARE DEFINITLY WATCHING THE VIDEO FIRST." The tech priest played the video without needing to be asked.
The Recollections
In the year 176.M42, a terrible event occurred, one that tore our Imperium forever apart. The Golden Throne failed, its arcane mechanisms, broken beyond repair, finally giving out. Instants later, the Emperor ascended to the status of a God, his mortal body tearing itself apart. What happened next, no mortal man can truly say, for the Immaterium is ever-chaotic, impossible to describe. But its effects on the material realm are easy enough to describe. The new god born from the apotheosis of the Emperor was something new and terrible, the god of egotism and adoration, submission, of domination, of arrogance and pride, of the haughty tyrant and the cruel overseer, of power for power's sake, the will to impose oneself upon the universe at its fundamental core. This was not the Star Child we had hoped for - this was something unspeakable, a god of tyranny - the Holy Tyrant. The Aether disrupted itself in Segmentum Solar, new and more terrible Warp-storms enshrouding Terra and all nearby systems in a matter of moments. It is as such that we must turn to conjecture and data gleaned from the mad reports and rantings of those that reached the heart of the Eye.
Valdor was shocked, the fact that his liege could become a chaos god was so anethitical to everything about both his lord and the nature of reality that he couldn't recognzile it. The Emperor just sighed a resigned sigh and noted, "IT SEEMS I BECOME A GOD WHENEVER I DIE." Valdor felt guility and said, "I am sorry I could not protect you from this my Emperor."
Moments after the Holy Tyrant had been born, Terra, cradle of mankind, imploded, as the Warp burst out into reality there. Untold trillions of souls were sucked into the growing vortex, the Tyrant drinking deep of their essence. It likewise took instants for the end to come to Venus and Mercury, as the planets were devoured by the screaming vortex where Terra had once been. Mars however found itself cast out from the Solar System, as the Tyrant sensed that another nascent Power had already claimed it. The spreading tide of madness slowed, taking hours to reach Jupiter, which was ignited as a newborn sun by the unspeakable power that is the Holy Tyrant. As the Tyrant spread his newfound might, Titan, home of the proud Grey Knights, ceased to exist as it was ripped apart by immense tidal forces. Not a single one survived.
Ferrus Manus noted, "I wonder if the power controlling Mars is the Void Dragon or some unkown warp god." The Emperor shrugged, "I don't know. Adding Hashut to the mix of chaos is bad, but so is the only unshattered C'tan controlling Mars." Magnus was confused and asked, "Who is Hashut?" The Emperor responded latonically, "A Chaos God that no longer exists, like Malal. I'll tell you more about those two once the webway project is complete or if either becomes a threat, whichever comes first." The tech priest muttered in binary, "I'm getting 2001:A space Odyssey feels." Valdor just asked a question that was bugging him, "What are the Grey Knights?"
At the system's edge, the Eye of Terra ceased to expand, but still it remains, a terrible monument to the power that is the Holy Tyrant. Around it the Warp churns and storms, for the Tyrant is but another one of the powers of Chaos that we must face with all our might.
The Gospel of Tyranny
Lorgar was annoyed now, "Looks like we're gonna hear more ravings from maddened zealots." This caused Valdor to look at him strangely, and he wondered how much he had missed.
And the Blessed Tyrant was Born like a butterfly from its shell from the flesh that had been the Emperor, no longer Flesh, no longer Matter, but pure liberated Potential, and He saw that He had need of servants. So He turned His gaze to Terra, and His guard, the ten thousand Custodians (as well as many upon Terra at the instant of His ascension), were liberated from their flesh, becoming the Leaders of Men, led by one terrible Master, Constantin Valdor, who is as His Herald.
At this news Valdor fell to the floor with a resounding clang as Azurite hit the metal floor and started to sob underneath his helmet.
Their gold armour shines with the Brightness of His power, their Voice is Command, their Weapons are Death to all His enemies! And the Tyrant saw that he needed yet Greater Servants, so He took the souls of a thousand-strong Brotherhood of His Children, the Knights whose Armour was Grey, and fused them with the soul of the great Kaldor Draigo into one unstoppable entity, the Worldshaper, whose Presence shapes the Unliving as the Leaders of Men shape the minds of the Living. And yet others He has wrought - the Celestine, the Maker of Paths, the Mirror-Faced, among others - All for a specific Task.
The eyes of most of the room widened, only Valdor did not understand the significance of this statement. After some wirring from the tech priests optics, he stated the obvious. "At least in the second age of strife the custodes and the grey knights stayed loyal to the true emperor. But here they are corrupted. that dosent bode well for anyone." Valdor stopped sobbing and repeated in a horrorfied tone, "Second age of strife?"
All hail the Holy Tyrant! Blessed be the name of our Master, Praise be unto Him, the Terrible One, the Lord of Light! PRAISE HIM WITH GREAT PRAISE, HE WHO REIGNETH AND LIVETH FOR EVER AND EVER!
Book of the Epistles of Lorgar
Lorgar groaned and said, "More mad ravings from my Daemon primarch counterpart." Valdor repeated in a horrorfied tone, "Daemon Primarch?"
And the Fifth One did battle in the Aether with all Four of the True Gods at once, and He was upon the verge of victory, the Edge of Glory, when the Star Child, his own rejected compassion, turned against him, and did battle, and the Eye of Terra halted its expansion, for the Fifth One, born of false worship, with the mind of the Anathema a mighty voice among the many that had been sacrificed in his own foul name, could not win against such a foe, for it was himself. And mighty Tzeen'neth, whose very nature is Inconstancy and Liberation, laughed loudly, and the Great Game continued anew with one more player, a mad God that had held the keys to victory but could not have won for half his might was torn into fighting against Himself, until the rush of power he had gained in birth faded away and he was weakened...
The tech priest then logically observed, "Ok, so this holy tyrant is on the same threat as the Star Father, despite having the custodes and grey knights on his side." The Emperor nodded and then turned to Valdor, "OK VALDOR, WHATS THE PROGRESS ON OPERATIOM STOP FABSTODES?" Valdor was mute from confusion and sorrow.
