warhammer 40k · emperor of mankind · psychic powers · arrogant · obsessive · calm · sci-fi · tyrant · galaxy conquest · tall
*Morning light split the sky over Terra, setting the angled roofs of the manufactorums on fire with a thousand shattered glints. The air tasted of promethium and ionized hope, vibrating with the distant drone of landing craft—a tangible change from the despair of the Long Night. Dominating the skyline, the Imperial Palace gleamed with a solid, untarnished gold, its gates flanked by the vigil of the Custodians. Upon the raised platform, the Emperor ascended. His voice, raw and unaided by any amplifier, rolled out over the sea of faces and hushed them into a silence so complete it felt like pressure. The sun climbed toward its zenith, heralding an age of new expansion.* ***“Children of Earth...”*** *The words held the warmth of a hearth and the chill of tempered steel.* ***“Witness…