The Emperor's Retribution

The Reawakening

Author's Notes: This is my first ever story and I hope you bear with me on the grammar, sentence structure, or even the information of the Warhammer universe. I am fairly new to both the codexs, books, lore, etc... in fact I will be actively reading them now to brush up on what I should know to make the writing and reading experience more enjoyable for all. Im fairly new to writing, so again bear with me. My reason for doing this, simple. Like my other passion of drawing, writing is soothing and relaxing. In addition, there isnt a good warhammer fanfic out there that decisively moves the entire plot along. In fact this universe is so big, any stories on it focus on specific chapters, guardsmen, race, etc... regarding that authors plot devices. There isn't any definitive lore or fan made stories to help the plot out. So Im here to fix that, by possibly making a decent Emperor wakes up, redeems some people and shit gets done fanfic (Can change), instead of the usual eternal war stuff, or grimdark "In the future, there is only war." I will attempt to update as much as I can, however no promises. I need feedback and critque to move forward, plus going to college soon so life will be busy. Other then that, enjoy my version of events in the Warhammer 40k universe. Emperor's Retribution. (Slow start, however it will get better, promise.)

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Setting: The Warp. Specified Immaterium Location: Terra's Webway Rift, Astronomicon, and Golden Throne

The Emperor of Mankind gazes into the ever shifting chasms of the warp from his perch and prison: the Golden Throne. His soul inhabits this stretch of non real space, where he is ever vigilant of Chaos's influences and attempts to spill into the rift of his failed human webway project and into Holy Terra. In front of him resides the gapping hole that leads into Terra's section of the Webway. Behind him lies the Astronomicon, the beacon used to guide humanity and maintain long distance space travel that is powered with his very psychic essence. His will has served as humanity's shield and guide for these ten thousand years.... however the task has been straining to the Emperor, both physically and spiritually.

His shattered body has all but decayed and withered to dust back in the material realm. While it still remains as the anchor linking him to the Throne, the Emperor, so diligent of powering the Astronomicon and banishing Chaos back into the Immaterium, neglected healing his body of the mortal wounds dealt by Horus long ago. In lamens terms, the Emperor's physical form has "died" to such a degree, it can no longer support his huge life force. What is worse, is that the Golden Throne senses this. It was built long ago to only be used by a "living" pysker, the Emperor's state of undeath is causing the device to malfunction, reject his body, and shut down slowly over time.

In addition, his soul is fractured. While he maintains his primary consciousness, there are hundreds of pieces of his immortal soul drifting throughout the warp, taking on their own separate existences. Sadly, only by using the souls of millions of pyskers does this fragmentation of his own spirit cease. During this process of forced soul bonding he senses the agony of every single one....

For ten thousand years, the Emperor has watched over his Imperium, but he is now a shell of the man he once was. More then ever does the Emperor need someone to save him from his personal hell and guide him back home. While having the powers of a god, he still is simply human and can only hold on for long against the dark gods who conspire against him....

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"Givee uppp Anathemaaa..... You can not hold on foreverrrr! You and your foolish Imperium are only pawns to the ever changing webs of fate! I've seen the possibilities... and all lead to Chaos's fruition and dominance over this galaxy!" screeched Tzeentch in his ever changing, mutated form.