Ascending into the infinitismal depths of space, the Emperor of Mankind surveyed the earth from a new perspective. Splotchs of green, as of moss clinging onto rocks strewed through a rapidly flowing stream, graced his vision. Bleak and desolate fields of ice suffocated both poles, memories of bitter conflict, death, loss, and treachery birthed into the Emperor's mind as his gaze swept over the Soviet Union. A roiling sea of emotions, invisible to all but those blessed with the Emperor's sight, swept over the continents, colliding and conglomerating into voracious waves of raw emotion and energy, its essence fed and bleed through the human souls from which it had been birthed.
On either side stood Librarian Helios and Scout Sergeant Tursk, as the three were engaged in conversation concerning the events that had transpired not minutes before. Seemlingly to have grown a meter in stature, the Emperor effectively towered over his counterparts, calmly digesting the Librarian's dire forebodings of the future yet to have passed. Humanity stood on the brink of a gradually softening precipice, the moral foundations on which it had stood for millenia having eroded into nonexistance. Isolated, individual systems were visited by a plethora of hostile xenos, either spawned from the insanity of a human pysche or birthed from the malignant and violent forces of the universe.
As the Emperor came to understand, his power and soul were to become centrifugal to the survival of mankind. Trillions were subservient to his power, faith and hope empowering his soul in the warp into ever greater plateaus of power and influence. Entombed in a Golden throne, emplaced inside of mechanism prolonging his life, the Emperor strived to unite humanity of his visions.
The powers of the warp had as yet failed to penetrate the essence of society in the year of 942. M1, the absense of any latent psykers barring the daemonic from entering into the material realm. If one may believe, the warp as of that time was unmarred and unsullied by the blantantly curropt daemons of Chaos...Khorne, Tzeentch, and Nurgle were at the moment consolidating their power, yet to born into the immaterial realm. Unbelievable, thata solitary planet of three billion contained the seed of the Imperium of Man, to sacred and to haloed in the distant future as the seed of the dominate species in the universe. All would be for naught...
"Librarian Helios, your presence in our realm. How came this to pass?", the Emperor inquired of the Blood Ravens Commandant.
The Librarian bowed in acknowledgement of the Emperor's query, "Blessed, the circumstances in which our ship arrived into this realm are vague, in the least. Your light, eminence, had vanished as our transport flowed through Immaterium, en route into the Eye Terror. Unguided, the Upholder of Retribution was cast as a blind cripple in the eye of a tempest in the warp, our navigator, a mutant psyker capable of guiding ships through the warp in relation to your divine guidance, exploded as if pierced by a flurry of bolter shells. Lost, helpless, stranded, our ship drifting in the warp for decades, Marines slowly falling into dementia.
As the ship's captain and myself debated on how to remedy our dire situation, the Upholder of Retribution was inexplicably cast out of the Immaterium, to arrive in what felt to our souls the center of the Eye Terror. Unfortunately, our hearts had fallen into a deception, as we recognized our surrounds in the light of reality...Holy Terra, planet Earth, the seat of the Emperor. Chaos reigned, the entire surfaced coated in the blood and viscera of the slain. The butchered floated in rivers of bodily fluid, slowly subsuming into the malignant beast that had birthed from the very substance of the planet. And, Blessed, issuing from the Throne Room, a host of the daemonic poured unto the surface. Chained upon an altar of unfathomable and illogical proportions, the husk of a sacrifice basked in the light of a host of daemon spawn. The deformed, contorted body, Blessed..."
Tears fell as a torrential rain fell onto the floor, the attention of all present in the Thunderhawk turned upwards onto the Librarian.
"Continue, Librarian Helios. I must know of my fate", the Emperor calmly stated, resting a gauntlet on the Marine's shoulder.
Looking into the Emperor's divine visage of power, the Librarian continued, "Lord, your figure lay chained, tormented materially and immaterially beyond all sanity. As our augurs focused onto your butchered corpse, your sightless eyes fell upon us, reality contorted to such an extent that the Upholder of Retribution hovered not a kilometer over the planetary surface. From your Blessed lips issued a silent bidding, its potency only felt upon the gifted, a request to alter the events that had transpired that day. As the Retribution fled the surface, our craft wallowed, bathed in an aura of divine light, and vanished from the Imperium for all eternity...Blessed, we believe we are here in permanence, and we come to pledge ourselves to your command."
As the Librarian concluded, every Marine in turn swore his allegiance, falling to both knees in humility before the Emperor's divine presence. As all were bade to arise, the Emperor, overcome in emotion, proclaimed, "Servants of the Emperor, our great loss shall be remedied forevermore. From this day hence, I dedicate myself to the betterment of Mankind, for all eternity, so that our species, not that of vile xenos, shall dominate this galaxy under the divine majesty of the Emperor's light."
As the Emperor spoke, the Blood Raven's Thunderhawk banked into the cavernous launch bay of the Upholder of Retribution, and came to rest, before the feet of an entire Company of Blood Ravens Space Marines, prostrated onto the floor before the Emperor's majesty. Gazing over the assemblage at his feet, the Emperor smiled. With such a force at my disposal, much will favor my ascendancy, the Emperor thought, and descended the Thunderhawk into the future.
CONCLUSION
Faithful readers, the next Chapter will contain violent action, as the Emperor and the Blood Raven began their Holy Crusade to unite humanity under the banner of the Emperor. I find myself to be a slow writer, and currently I write from my office at work, publishing a Chapter a day. What do you feel about the story at the present, and how could I improve upon it? Is it fine how it is? COMMENT AWAY, I WRITE ONLY FOR YOUR FEEDBACK!
PS. Sorry for the relatively short chapter, but my head aches and my boredom is hindering my writing as I sit in my office doing absolutly nothing.
TheIronWarrior