As i finished my question a all encompassing golden glow emerged, the Emperor's Presence developed ever stronger until it was almost a physical thing within the tomb. The Custodes instantly knelt, followed soon after by the Librarian and the Veteran Space Marines.
"Ally, do the ritual here. I will protect you during its accomplishment." His voice boomed into the chamber with a sombre and deep baritone. Nodding in the general direction with which I felt his psychic presence manifesting I walked up to the tomb. A buzzing noise soon followed me as a pitch red soul materialized beside me. It was presumably the soul of Sanguinius. The soul itself was crimson but had many specks of gold and black floating amidst the bloody colour. Noticing the black specks I sharpened my senses, pursuing a possible reason for these black dots that marred the otherwise perfect soul.
Within moments I had the urge to retch as the infestation of four chaos gods infiltrated into my own senses, trying to spread to me. 'You fucking dare!?' Nihility flashed within my very being as the infestation was cleansed entirely. The Emperor's form finally actualised, his head turning in my direction as he noted the black specks disappearing from Sanguinius's soul and rigorously flowing into me in the mere chance that they could affect me in some way. Slaanesh was pissed and overly vengeful at this moment it seemed.
"Fucking Space Elves and their shitty BDSM goddess..." I gawked at the Emperor's words as he was using linguistic traits of my time period. He was present for all of it in this galaxy no doubt but still, it was surreal hearing it from a twelve foot tall god-like being that had eyes as yellow as Sol's sun.
He waved his hand in my direction and started to weave his psychic power in amongst mine, destroying the vengeful microscopic beads of corruption. My left hand which was already injured stung even more as a touch of heat radiated from my fingers, the black specks melting into sludge that exited from said fingers.
"Thanks, fucking bitch and her shitty tits..." I angrily stomped on the goo, making it into nothing before looking over the soul again. Sanguinius was now clear, all scent of the Chaos Gods cleansed and eradicated from him. I looked back over to the Emperor, him nodding as his form flickered into many small candle lights, his form flickering away. Then, replacing where his body once was, was a woman of drop dead-gorgeous beauty; she was equivalent to Illyana and Oceana in terms of beauty. Behind her were six massive wings, all of them a warm golden yellow colour and radiating light unlike even the brightest stars could create. It was as if a supernova was going off right in front of your eyes but not harming you in any way.
"Saint Celestine... He certainly values the success of this. Fine, please guard the ritual. I will not have the power to concentrate on any enemies or forces that may come. Expect anything, anyone... Jean, Hela, Selene, I need you to please protect me in this moment. You may fight the Daemon Primarchs of the Chaos Gods or even the Chaos Gods themselves."
My wives looked at me in clear determination and grit, their very auras telling me their intentions. I tensed myself and turned back to the tomb's sarcophagus, stepping up to it and tearing the top off of it ungracefully. The Librarian gritted his teeth at the actions but Saint Celestine just watched on, unphased. If an angel was not bothered by it what right did he have to get upset?
The worn body of Sanguinius lay there, the five points from which he was punctured by Horus's power claws still tinted in fresh red blood, the various parts of his skin still holding the twinge of red in a living person. The action of preserving him was taken quickly and skilfully, every technology put into preserving his being.
"I apologise Sanguinius, but the old must burn to feed the new." My words caused Celestine's eyes to widen and the Space Marines to tighten their grip on their bolters. The Custodes did not flinch under the words and maintained a guarding watch over the rest of the chamber. At the movements of the Space Marines my wives flicked their vision to them and summoned their own weapons and armour, based heavily off of 40k and matching in perfectly. Their armour and weaponry being much better than the Astartes', obviously.
Ignoring the further proceedings of the ignoramuses in the room I flexed the muscles all over my body. Cracking noises resounded in the chamber as my own body crackled in power, my might coming to full potential at this moment. I grew to become a 12 foot being of sheer power. My armaments of Primordial power withdrew from the recesses of my soul, the horns being hidden from view by powerful magic as my wings of various colours radiated outwards. Eyes turned bright crimson and gold as my very skin turned a cosmic colour, green lightning embracing me tightly.
Feeling my power fully being expounded upon by Nihility I began to utter some words, in a language no one present could understand. Enuncia, a power that altered Reality with the help of the warp and the stuff that made existence. I had used this power in small ways throughout my time in this life but not as much as when I fought the beings of Marvel. That fight had almost ended me, tearing my soul to sundered pieces of screaming remnants.
Now? Now I was going to fully use it whilst fully focussing my intent into it and my power to stabilize my power within reality, basically I was making sure I could take the fucking blade that would come from using Enuncia.
"Be ready! I am beginning now!"
My utterances became fully fledged words as the entire space turned into a vibrant light show of various colours and spectrums of reality. The purple of the warp spilled into the room in massive columns, the power of Reality also flooding into the room and twisting into my mouth, being expelled by every word.
"SANGUINIUS" The body and soul twitched in recognition of the Enuncia, the very reality affirming my words and their meanings.
Laughter, maddening laughter cackled into the room and space, the very nature of the warp's presence in this room bringing forth every untold horror through time. Custodes cut down various daemons that had already tried to enter unbidden. Selene projected her power in the room and deactivated the powers of the Daemons, allowing the Custodes and Marines to fight the hell-spawn.
Jean summoned her bolter that I had made her in the past, blasting away at many of the foes in a lover's frenzy, her anger gushing out in a frothing indignation for the things trying to hurt me. Hela was a Norse goddess and was, therefore, cutting the heads off of everything hostile that got within melee range. It would have made me hot had I been able to fully concentrate on it, my mind encapsulated by the sheer strain of using Enuncia on such a scale that it made an entirely new body and also united the soul that once inhabited the old.
"YOU WILL RESSURECT!" Mantra-like words flowed into space as physical light displays as reality seemed to bend and shatter, the very fabric of it attempting to commit to my words. Bolter rounds were now common as the flood of Daemons was unending. Custodes were lethal gods of battle that had already slain hundreds in the mere minute since I had started. The Space Marines were just a little behind them with around eighty kills each, their weaponry bursting out explosion after explosion. The Librarian waved his hand out and evaporated the essence of every daemon within 100 metres, only for more to flood through. My wives were not so much focussed on the small fry but the potential big-fry that would no doubt come through.
My left arm screamed out bloody murder as my entire body was shuddering with the power of Enuncia. The Power was intoxicating but a double-edged sword. My mouth opened once more as words spilled forth.
"OLD SHALL BECOME NEW AND THE NEW SHALL COMPOUND THE OLD!" The body of Sanguinius began to disintegrate, the pale supple flesh of the dead demi-god fading into black like a piece of paper thrown into fire. Celestine flew past me and decapitated a greater daemon, its body flaring in radiant fire before vanishing. I flexed again as my body stretched and popped, my bones breaking and repairing at the same time. Hissing in pain I continued my words.
"THE NEW WILL BECOME THE FOUNDATION FOR THE SOUL OF OLD!" The black dust waved around the room as the new body of Sanguinius formed. The body was massively altered and different, taking on the aspects of a woman as the soul quivered in its passive form. The soul shuttled towards the body at rapid pace until stopping just above the heart, as if waiting for my next words...
"FOWL FOREIGN GOD! HOW DARE YOU INFLUENCE OUR PLANS AND AID OUR ENEMY!?" A massive crimson fist apparated from the top of the chamber, flowing down towards me as Hela vanished and reappeared behind me, her power gathering into a massive Norse Rune that held the meaning of Protection and ORDER.
"You the fowl one fell creature of chaos, if one is to die today, it will be you!" Hela raised her black swords and began to create hundreds of them in the air around her, a spiky crown of swords sprouting from her head, the mark of a Nordic Goddess!
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