And here's another Omake! I hope you like it and comment.
Omake: Time for Therapy, BITCH!
The galaxy had fallen. It had been a long time coming. The Emperor of Mankind, once humanity's shining beacon of hope, was now a shadow of his former self, a flickering spark in the void. His colossal fortress, the Imperial Palace, lay in ruins. The legions of the Imperium were no more. The gods of Chaos, the Necrons, the Tyranids, the Orks, the Eldar, and all the other factions that had plagued the galaxy, had all fallen, drowned in the unstoppable deluge of a new threat.
This threat, an abomination, a flood, was known as The Tide.
The very being that assimilated and destroyed mortals and gods alike.
And there lay the Emperor on the golden throne as it had been for millennia, but the Throne no longer functioned, the techno-arcane mechanism that kept him in his horrible state between half-life and apotheosis no longer worked, His soul before the brilliance and grandeur of a sun about to become a supernova is now barely a candle before the void.
And there in the Warp finally silent from the laughter of the dark gods, now the waters of the sea of souls are calm for the first time in eons, the Tide rose over what remained of the Emperor of humanity, a monument of life, an obelisk made of corals, lichens, fungi and plants, around it floated ethereal and bioluminescent creatures similar to Ctenophores and jellyfish, and at the top of that living obelisk the tip opens like an alien flower emerging from it fleshy petals, glowing tentacles ending in pincers and a long neck like a snake ending with a head ... unexpectedly small (at least compared to the titanic size of the rest of its body) oval shaped and 2 huge glowing eyes, floating behind its head is a Halo made of stars that are distributed in alien geometries. And in the new sky of the warp they sang and strange cosmic flowers bloomed with fire and plasma.
The Emperor felt the strange and vast mind of the tide, composed of the trillions of beings he assimilated, a mind so powerful that it could bend the very fabric of reality, crushing and imprisoning him, leaving him powerless against this being.
And yet the Emperor of Mankind remained defiant even in the face of his imminent destruction or assimilation.
Emperor: Do with me as you wish, xeno! Nothing you do will subdue me! I will not allow humanity to be enslaved to your existence!
With a sound that could only be described as a soft, resonant hum, Tide's small head leaned closer, his enormous eyes reflecting the light of distant stars.
Marea: Nothing I do?
The Emperor growled, his brow furrowed, but there was a glint of doubt in his steely eyes.
Emperor: Nothing you do to me will subdue me!
Tide tilted his enormous, shining head slightly, as if he were considering the Emperor's words.
Marea: Oh, it is no small thing, an unspeakable fate, you will feel the weight of the monument of all your sins.
The Emperor's expression darkened even further. What could be worse than what had already happened? The destruction of the Imperium, the death and assimilation of billions. Was this being toying with him?
Tide: It is something this galaxy has forgotten, along with common sense, decency, or basic human rights.
The Emperor stiffened, ready to defy once more.
Emperor: WHAT IS THAT? ABOMINATION!
Tide, with an almost playful glint in his eyes (if such a thing can be called playful), replied.
Tide: Therapy
The Emperor's fury faltered for a brief moment and his face twisted in disbelief.
Emperor:…What?
The Emperor's barely audible whisper of disbelief echoed as he tried to back away in horror, but his body had no strength left.
Tide: Group therapy with your children, BITCH!
The Emperor blinked twice, trying to process that information. Was this really happening? He, who had led humanity through countless wars, who had faced the gods themselves, was now about to be forced to undergo therapy?
Emperor:…WHAT?!
Tide: Oh, don't worry. It's going to be great. We have cookies and hot chocolate made by Isha. She cooks very well. Plus, THE Star Child will serve as emotional support!
Emperor: ...Is this… really happening?
Tide's voice now sounded like a chant, almost mocking.
Tide: You bet I do. Enough of running away from your problems, Emperor. You are going to face your trauma. With your children. With the Primarchs. With everyone. It is time to strengthen family ties.
Emperor: You wouldn't dare! I am the Emperor of Mankind! The master of this galaxy! I...
Tide: I'm sorry, but you'll have to put your ego aside for this meeting. We have a very full agenda: communication exercises, trust-building activities, and of course, the infamous 'circle of feelings'. You'll be fine! Don't worry, we even have a group hug planned for the end.
The Emperor tried to scream, to fight back, but his will was no longer the strength of the Imperium. It was weak, fragile, and snuffed out like a candle being extinguished.
And so the Emperor of Mankind, reduced to an almost inconceivable shadow of his former self, found himself drawn into a terrifying new fate: therapy with his children. The very Primarchs whose fates he had forged, whose fates he had cursed or abandoned. He was about to face their wrath, and the wrath of an even more powerful force: his own inability to communicate his feelings.
As Tide prepared to teleport him to the "Therapy Room", his glowing form seemed to shine brighter than ever. It was almost as if he was enjoying this. And the Emperor felt his soul fall into a bottomless, silent void, and with horror he felt his connection to the warp being severed, but before he could scream the reality around him rebuilt itself, he was now in a huge room, with walls a soft white color, shelves with books, potted plants and a large antique clock decorated the room, there was a soft smell of pine and in the background they were sitting on sofas, his Primarchs, his children, both loyal and traitorous, looking uncomfortable, some hesitant, others with a silent bitterness, as they all prepared for the same fate: being forced to face the unresolved trauma of their past.
Tide: Alright, first stop. Time for Angron's group anger management! Everyone take a seat and... yes, Magnus, I see you! There will be no psychic screams this time, okay? This is a safe space.
The Emperor could only stare, his eyes empty.
Emperor: This... this is madness.
Tide smiled widely and his stars shone with an unholy light.
Tide: I know, right? Welcome to your worst nightmare, Emperor. Now, let's begin the healing process. Trust me, you'll feel much better afterwards.
The Emperor desperately wanted to return to what he used to be, a burning corpse in constant physical, mental and spiritual agony, not even the gods of chaos could conceive of such torture.
Tide: AH! before I forget! As a special activity we're going to talk about our favorite activities, first we go to Guilliman who is going to show us his week-long project of creating a new galactic financial system.
While Guilliman looks excited to share his hobby and project the rest of the primarchs and the emperor looked at Tide in horror.
This is certainly a fate worse than death.