The Emperor Of Mankind's Story

The Emperor Of Mankind stood stalwart against the immense tides of demons. From lesser demons to greater demons, they charged his position along with the souls of warriors who fell in his service. From Space marines to guardsman armed with weapons from the God Emperor, they stood shoulder by shoulder gunning down the infinite numbers of chaos all the while the gods of chaos bombarded them with powerful spells that would turn entire legions of humans to nothingness. But these souls that stood by the Emperor, his very presence shielded them from harm. Even normal guardsman could take on greater demons by themselves with him near them. "Keep fighting brave men and women of humanity! No matter what we shall keep fighting until we draw our last breath!" The Emperor cladded in his golden armor shouted as he swung his sword sending a wave of fire burning away thousands of greater demons with one swing before turning his attention to one of the Chaos Gods himself. Khorne, the Chaos God of war. "Yes human! Keep fighting until your last! You shall die like a true warrior!" The figure cladded in black armor and wielding a massive battleaxe battled the Emperor. Their speed and power was beyond normal scale.

Behind the Demon Hordes the other three Dark Gods sat. Slaanesh was lieing down watching the Emperor and Khnorne wit ha devilish smile on its face. "Oh my, this battle sure is hot. I call dibs on him when he is beaten and broken." The Chaos God of pleasure swooned as it watched them. Tzeentch launched magic bolts while calculating thousands of ways to kill one soul. "If you have time to swoon, you have time to fight. Thanks to you my calculations are ruined. But nevertheless I expect nothing from you besides your constant flirting with anything and anyone..." The Chaos God of Deception spoke and he obliterated one soul after 100's of spells. Nurgle, the oldest of the Chaos Gods, stood around sending Great Unclean ones by the thousands. "There is no need to to be that way Tzeentch...We will eventually win..." The Chaos God of Pestilence spoke.

The remaining three Chaos Gods watched as Khorne was erased from the area. They knew he was not dead but with that massive power the first God to dissapear was Tzeentch. "This was not supposed to happen! Withdraw and formulate a new plan!" He called out as he left in a puff of smoke. Slaanesh sighed as it quickly stood up and left in a flash. Nurgle also followed suite and vanished in a cloud of flies. The remaining demons followed their masters and retreated from the holy gates of Holy Terra.

Once the Chaos Threat retreated, The Emperor turned to face the strange figure that appeared to be a kid. "You have my thanks for helping us, however I must ask. Why do you help us? The Chaos Gods will return even when defeated and be more prepared than last time. I have seen this thousands of times but at least you gave my men a short break from this fighting." The Emperor spoke as he spoke to the strange figure.

The Emperor as the warriors of Humanity looked in awe as the dark and dim surrounding changed into grass and trees. Most seemed to be more surprised after fighting in this realm for so long. "My name...I go by many names but I am known as the Emperor to my followers. As for my story, well to make it much more simple I arrived on this plane after a civil war broke out in my nation. The children I raised split in half and waged war in the name of the Dark gods, many of whom have either died, become a demon or are mortally wounded like me and have gone missing in the warp. I was forced to fight one of my sons leading the chaos forces, and after suffering a mortal wound I was forced to destroy him before he could lead the forces to destroy humanity. I was then placed on a Golden Throne to prolong my life since with me gone humanity would be killed. I could have given up long ago but for the race I let down I do this for them." The Emperor spoke as he told one of his many stories.

While the warrior of man watched as a massive wall was created, the Emperor followed the figure and looked back at Holy Terra. "That is what I hope for, but after all these years many of my best minds in the Imperium cannot find a way to restore my body. Even if they did I need to remain here to repel the demons, even with that massive wall the powers of Chaos can still break through. If there was a wall that could keep them out then I would be more focused on contacting my people so I can lead them to research breakthroughs in medical technology. But of course I am afraid my time of death draws near, the Golden Throne I have is near its limit and the machine spirit is about to break. In a few months from now the Throne will break down since my people lost the knowledge to fix it, when that does my spirit here will fade away and the forces of chaos would recude the nation I built and make another portal in the warp for demons to go through. Worse still when I die I...become one of them...A chaos god that would be unbeatable and cause the end times, the end of the universe..." The Emperor spoke as he looked at the city that has prospered, there were many thing wrong with it but at least humanity lived on.

"I do have faith in my people, however they only lasted due to my power. They are all fierce warriors and with the weapons I hand them they can handle thousands of demons by themselves. It is the Dark Gods I worry about. It is true that a wall is as strong as the people who defend it, but a wall has its limits in defense. They will find any means to bypass the wall, and even then without my life here to shield them the Dark Gods magic is to much for them. I could possibly find a way to create something to take my place here but that would take time, and I am worried that they could breach the walls suddenly and it would take me a second to help, a second to late...I know that the darkness is always approaching, even now I can hear the Chaos Forces assembling to finally destroy what I have built. Another siege and this time we will not hold, but you say you have a means of victory? What do you have in mind? I only know very few gods, and only one has helped us so far. I can tell you are a God, I can tell you have amazing power over evil forces, but if you have a means I will listen." The Emperor spoke, curious about what this figure had to offer.

The Empeor was actually surprised to see that one specific warrior, that Black Templars Marshal who was currently trying to make an alliance to help create a new body for him. He was willing to be declared heretics just to help him. "Ah I have seen that man, I noticed the wolf by his side. He was the one who beat Konugr Dura Althinna and her soul was now fused to him. So you are saying he has the power to heal me? If that is the case then he is one of the most wanted men in my nation and getting back on Holy Terra will be a dangerous task. Thanks to you and giving me assistance, I can send a message out to him. I have always had hope, but you brought us a means for victory. I thank you for this, however our time grows short, they come again...and this time they know what to expect from you. They will be using more of their power to resist our powers, of course that means the legions of chaos will not be able to use their powers. If you stand by my side then I shall assist you with my sword." The Emperor firmly spoke as he sent a message to the Black Templars Marshal to return to Terra, many of his people already thing he is brainwashed by their new xeno allies who are making him a new body. But that might also work well. He can give it his power and have it stationed here to give his men much needed protection against the dark gods. This year was finally the year he can walk again, and he was sure to give the dark gods a perfect pummeling.

The warriors of man soon joined the Legion warriors on the walls. The portals opened up, and they could all feel the new power from the dark gods. They had tapped deeper in their vast power, they would be much harder to beat but not impossible.

The battle in the warp soon resumed again, an infinite mass of demons poured fourth and were met with a wave of fire from the warriors on mankind. Their weapons made by the emperor tore through them by the thousands, each soldier fighting with all their might. Tzeentch would resume casting his spells while Khorne hammered at the new wall, the warriors slowly bring him down. Nurgle sat back Creating clouds or horrid flies which protected the demons and summoned more greater demons. Slaanesh began to infuse the demons with greater power, filling their minds with thoughts that would make the demon mad and fight for the God of Pleasure.

The Emperor was worried at first, but he lowered his sword and stood back. If he can put his faith into this then he should use this opportunity well. He went back into his body which was on the Goldren Throne and spoke to the Custodes guarding it. "See to it that the Black Templar Marshal arrives on Terra safely. He is the key to bring me back without waiting on our new allies. They will still be a helpful ally, and the new body will help greatly." With his order gived he returned back to the Warp and put his faith in the warriors fighting against the darkness.

"I have always wondered why my people still worship me, I am but a simple man who only led people to a bright future. Although I much prefer not to be worshiped like a god, at least it gives my people strength. I do indeed protect, but it is the warrior that strikes." The Emperor spoke as he watched the soldiers fight.

The demons charged the walls, even with the light burning them they continued. For Khorne he felt the spears impale him which only made him more powerful. He was fueled by all battles, this was no different. For the other Gods, Tzeentch hammered away using spells, Nurgle spawned more demons, and Slaanesh went back to lounging and watching the battle.

The fours gods, although apparently defeated was a decoy from Tzeentch himself. Just puppets controlled from afar. "I knew that would happen...with someone as powerful as you are we will not be able to defeat you. That...power rivals that of that corpse man behind you...You may have defeated us, you may have humiliated us, but we will be back." The Chaos God stated. until the four gods went back to the horrid depths of the warp. To ruminate on this day. The demons unaware of the decoy faced quick extermination from the remaining soldiers and thus were no more.

"I am not surprised at this turn of events, but that means they will think twice from attacking. It is impressive to so such power coming from another being, it almost reminds me of myself when I was alive. This is just the entrance to Holy Terra, a small section of the warp. The four chaos gods know they are severely weakened when they leave the inner sanctum of the warp, they also know that they can fight me while they are in there. However this section of the warp now seems more welcoming of spirits then a deathtrap for them, you see before the warp became what it was it was much more peaceful and devoid of demons. That was until the Chaos God...Goddess...Was created from the Eldar by complete mistake resulting in the realm of souls collapsing on itself. Then what you see here is the result of that. I am sure there are other Gods lurking around, stemming the tides of chaos or being tricky. But enough about that, thank you for assisting us again. At that rate it would have taken all of us a few days to drive them back for a meager minute." The Emperor thanked Tian'Dal.

The Emperor nodded at Tian'Dal before turning to look at Holy Terra, his revival was at hand. Would the Marshal arrive first through the Inquisition forces and allow him to keep his nation independent? Or would the commonwealth arrive first and give him his body, allowing his men to gain new powers at the cost of their independence and some of their culture? This year was full of surprises, even Tzeentch never saw this coming. "Worry not my faithful citizens...your Emperor shall return soon and lead you all to a brand new future devoid of the alien menace...just wait for me a little longer, especially you my dear faithful sons who still live fighting in the warp and waiting for the right time..." He then sat down and began meditating.

In orbit above Holy Terra, as backup arrived the Chaos warriors were prepared for a flank. More wormholes opened up sending gravton lasers right through only to it the Imperium ships or Commonwealth ships, of course some managed to hit multiple ships tearing them apart and crushing them.

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Meanwhile on the surface of Holy Terra, the demonic presence of the demons grew along with the increased ferocity of the Chaos warriors. With all the blood that was spilled on the world all the warriors would now hear the whispers of the Chaos God of war. Telling them to continue killing, to begin fighting among themselves. The Guardsman already broken after watching their fellow soldiers get turned to walking boils lost it once the whispers began and turned to face the space marines and Irregular allies and opened fire on them. "Blood! For the blood god! It must be spilled in his name!" They yelled as they were lost to the ruinous powers of chaos.

A pair of Guardsman Turned to Ralen armed wit ha pair of Plasma Guns. Even though they should have ignored him they were lost to the powers of chaos. "Your blood shall satisfy the blood God! Your skull shall adorn my armor! BLOOD! BLOOD!" One of them yelled as he fired a ball of superheated plasma.

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Inside the palace, as Alekassandra threw the case at Arnok it harmlessly bounced off of him and he simply continued to walk. "What a pathetic attempt to harm me, to think the rats try to fight back. Its hilariously futile, whatever...This all finally end..." He called behind him as he entered the throne room.

The Centurion while busy turned around when he felt a massive disturbance in the throne room to discover someone was using the corpse of the Emperor to dance around. However, suddenly a single gunshot rung across the Throne room. Everyone across Holy Terra could feel the gunshot echo across the land, they all felt despair for the first time ever. They knew that this feeling marked the end of the Emperor Of Man, the man who they promised to defend was now dead. The feeling washed over the Planet and across the other chapters, the Librarians could feel his presence fade away. The Emperor was dead...

The Centurion shook in place, filled with both anger and despair. He had failed again, he had failed yet again to defend the Emperor. But for Carn, he fell to his knees as they had failed to save him on time. He was silent, soon they were all going to vanish into the warp and die...However that never came, but what came was a massive presence.

Suddenly a light brighter than the sun escaped from the cracks of the case that had been thrown. The Light was so powerful that Arnoks Existance was being burned away. "I-I-Impossible! This light! It cannot be! HE...SHOULD....BE...DEAD!" He yelled out as he was forced to open a tear into the warp and was forced to retreat. Suddenly the case opened up by itself, and the light soon blinded everyone in the room and stood a figure the marines knew all too well. "Never lose hope children of mankind! My son, and my faithful follower. Your Emperor has returned!" The man himself, the Emperor spoke wearing the garbs of the Commonwealth. The Centurion stood at attention once he saw him and took off his helmet to reveal another familiar face in Imperium history. It was Rogal Dorn of of the Space Marine Primarchs. "Greetings father, I am ready to help you protect the Imperium once again."

The Emperor soon turned to the mercs in the throne room, although his mind was still gather piece by piece he looked at Patraeko and gave a subtle nod in his direction. And when he looked at the mercernaries he was not happy to see them. [color=teal][font=myriad]"This is your first and only warning, leave now or face my wrath! My nation needs me so step aside!"

The dancing man with the skeleton he had been closely inspecting caught Ralen offguard, but when the two guardsmen opened fire on him, his blade War simply absorbed the weapons fire. Chaos soldiers, nurgle demons, clashing forces, absolute insanity...


Ralen just eyed the room and shook his head. "No, just plain no." he said aloud, striking out with a casual flick of the blade at the guardsmen, who turned to dust the moment the blade touched them. He then turned and with an exasperated sigh sat upon the throne, the blade lazily hanging from his hand as he held his head in the other one and pondered just where exactly he was.

When the God emperor made his appearance Ralen looked at the blinding display and rolled his eyes. "Great, another showoff, as if there aren't enough of those already." He grumbled, absentmindedly spinning War in circles in his hand.

Urlaraz howled wildly as he felt the Corpse God's mind vanish from the warp. Victory, victory at last! This would be the Age of Chaos, the final Age! He roared with triumph, unleashing bolt after bolt of Warp-powered lightning through each massive hole the GUO tore in the xeno's pitiful defense. By the time the rest of the Black Legion made it to the shattered barricade, the great Sorcerer had killed dozens of Shaki'lyu and Marine alike. Nothing but ash remained as Bloodfilth charged on towards the Throne Room.

Daemos, a handful of marines, and whatever was left of the Third Company had retreated, catching up with the High Emperor and company just in time to see Patraeko's little show. A wave of horror washed over him, and he stood stunned as the case erupted.

None of that however was the important parts. None of that is what truly mattered. Ever event of this battle, of this day, of the last millennium had been carefully planned out in advance. Every breath, ever twitch, ever death had been foreseen and manipulated to this exact outcome. The world was marching along, unaware as ever, to it's truest doom.

The second the Emperor of Man paused his speech, disembodied cackling filled the room. Deep and malicious, it bounced around for what seemed like an eternity. "You've done well, Father." The almost forgotten voice of Magnus The Red spat the final word out with venom, as an Ethereal shade in his image materialized in front of the Emperor. "Unfortunately for you.." Without warning the entire room erupted in lightning, purple and yellow blasts striking everyone in an instant.

What happened next was the fruits of a most horrible plan..

Everyone in hall leading up to the throne room had been torn from the Materium, and forced onto a dead planet within the Warp. Agony and madness surrounding and attacking them all, as Magnus' laugh echoed again. The part was the Emperor's fate, for the unimaginably powerful spell Magnus wove was tearing his mind out of his body, quickly casting his presence back into the Warp.
In no time at all his body would be a useless husk, and even for a man of the Emperor's strength, the pain would be horrendous.

"Did you truly think Tzneetch would be so foolish, Father? Did you think I WAS BLIND? Need I remind you, I only lost one eye, and I've still seen more than you! Still out smarted you! Remember your little Webway project? Well this is mine! Soon you'll be just another lost soul in the Warp for Chaos to do with as it pleases, and no silly Throne to help you." The shade stepped forward again, now turned to face the crowd of everyone else he'd drug into the Warp. "You have all been defeated. There is no escape, and the age of Man is dying before you. Pledge your souls to me now, and I may cease your torture."

Transferring to the warp was NOT something Ralen was going to accept, especially not when it was not by his will. He hopped up and took one quick look around, drawing his sword peace, and striking it crossways with War.

In that flash of steel on steel, a new blade was formed. Balance, The Glaive of Reality, wielded by Ralen the Conquerer. And The Conquerer raised a hand, and the six foot long broadsword raised itself into the air. With a toss of his hand, the blade made a single full circle, cutting a tear in the weave of fate itself, unmaking events as they unfolded.

With a crashing sound of thunder, reality was ripped open, the very warp was torn apart and the fabric of reality was sheared. The Weave of Fate, exposed and left pulsing with raw power was revealed. Ralen reached out and grasped these Celestial threads that bound the All, and remade existence. With an explosive retort, time and space were reforged, and Ralen stood within the Throne room.

And yet the infuriated son of the Nostari Empire was not finished. He unleashed a roar of primal fury and slammed his hand into the ground, whereupon the blade struck into the ground like a spear, and all those beings not of this plane of reality that had not been taken back to the fel pit they belonged in would find themselves forcibly ripped back to their own warp. If they tried to fight it, then their place in the fabric of reality would unravel, an effect made apparent as their bodies were ripped assunder, appearing as though dissolving into motes and threads of light. In this manner, the battle in Holy Terra would be ended, the Chaos soldiers gasping for life as their very existence was revoked, their bodies torn apart on the way back to the warp.

With the smoke cleared, Ralen sighed, his eyes closed. He reached up and placed his hands upon Balance, and the blade dissolved into War and Peace, which he returned to their rightful place at his side. He then opened his eyes and looked out upon the Devastation left behind, and grimaced with hatred. He turned and Spat upon the throne, and departed the place through the twisted remains that his wrath had left.

Trami's mind was finally becoming clear again. Even if this new place was filled with incredible amounts of Psychic power it was nothing that Trami hadn't experienced before when exploring his way throughout the many expanses of mental powers. He was quite relieved as the Emperor seemed to have surivived the inital attack, he finally understood what that Briefcase was all about. For a moment he thought of commenting the fact that he was not told about this, but now they were faced with something of much more importance. The extermination of these fools. But really, They were surely focusing to hard to damage the dear Emperor, Trami could feel how the Emperor's mind was writhing in pain. he had grown tired, It was time to show the power of the Commonwealth, Or more so, The power of Trami San

Okay! That's it! My dear High Emperor, Lets finish this. Alekassandra, Morgan, Daemos I do hope we can show these zealous fanatics why they do now interfere with us. Please assist me in the front. With these words, Spoken between gentle lips Trami flew forward with an unnatural speed, It more seemed like his feet were softly floating above the ground. This sudden attack was directly aimed towards Magnus, Arriving within an Arm distance from the huge man Trami allowed his hand to hover directly infront of Magnus face, Before releasing a crushing storm of psychic power enough to rival that of an Ultramarine Librarian. Even if the attack was such a direct one aimed straightly towards Magnus it was more an attempt to disrupt his attack on the Emperor, Several aftershocks was also directed towards Urlaraz and Arnok, Trami had chosen his prefered opponents. He would at the very least buy the Emperor some time

The battle in high orbit waged on, more and more graviton lasers travelled across the star system towards their targets of the Chaos fleet, wormholes quickly swapping a large portion of them to collide with Commonwealth and Imperium ships. Transmissions were hurried towards they Seikham as they requested the bombardment to stop, informing of the large number of friendly fire as they continued their attempts to push the Chaos fleets away. The reinforcements appearing all around the Chaos fleets as means to entrap them in bombardments of ionic and graviton lasers from all sides. Ships reorganised themselves to allow the limited Flow Masters to cover as much of the Commonwealth ships as they could to prevent as much psychic attacks as they could. The sides were even, with no signs of dominance as ships continued to be crushed under gravitons or explode as their hulls were pierced, debris falling into the gravity well of Holy Terra as a majestic glowing natural bombardment.

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The appearance of the Emperor of Man held a massive impact on Chaos, the Imperium and the Shaki'lyu. The High Emperor's face quickly grew to a celebratory smile of amazement as his hard work has been proven successful, his arms raised in a god like fashion as he called over the sounds of the Throne Room. "I have done it! I have created life from death!" His voice bold and powerful as he continued his cheers, "We have transcended past the creator Lemascu herself! We are gods!" The words were sent to address the whole room, Weilacca's eyes wide with madness as he changed to address the Emperor of Man himself, "Now, my son, let us destroy those who resist our power!"

Patraeko stood speechless as he stared at the Emperor of Man, his mouth open as a wide smile. The small nod thrown in his direction quickly brought him to the reality of the situation, closing his mouth as he continued the stare of what seemed to be friendship, nodding back before calling his comrades back with him. "We're done here, let's get going." He ordered the group. However, Charlotte seemed to ignore these orders with a glare thrown at the Emperor of Man, her orders were to overwatch the death of the man, not the rebirth. More of the strange food was pulled from her pockets as she was about to stuff as much of it into her mouth as possible, only to have Vladimir grab her arm. A small shake of the head quickly regained the immortal's reasoning, lowering the food down once again before joining Patraeko in a group teleport back to the Seishaw. Escaping the madness just before the rest of the room was pulled into the warp.

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The great mood of the group was firmly destroyed as fast as it appeared, falling into the warp as some kind of last resort Chaos held up their sleeve. They were all dragged into the realm of their accursed origin, the Warp. The High Emperor quickly relocated himself beside Daemos, his sword drawn as the scar on his left arm began to leak the pure energy of the Crown. "It looks like things are going to get worse, how about we show them out fight? Like the good old days."

Morganovicz had already noticed the strange energies that flowed in and out of the Emperor of Man, he knew full well that whatever this was, it was dangerous. The Emperor's node was already being affected with such strange power, forcing him to hide behind the human emperor as he channelled his power into the man. Working hard to expel the chaos psychic power in order to protect him. Everything within the Emperor was mad, there was disorder throughout the node which needed to be fixed. And so, he closed his eyes.

Alekassandra had noticed her fiance's actions, a small smile thrown across her face as Trami addressed her for assistance. "Gladly." She growled, glaring towards Magnus as she activated her own power. The density and power of her muscle fibres increasing at an alarming rate, pressing against her armour, forcing it outwards as she gripped her fists. Ready to bring her own assault. "Carn, how about a little tag team?"