51st Millennium, The Warp
The Emperor of Mankind looked at his two companions. As much as he despised the two Xenos gods that stood with him, the fact remained that his son, Roboute Guilliman, Primarch of the Ultramarines, was right. If he wished to save mankind, he could not bear all the weight on his own, and so, with the end of this universe drawing closer, he reached out to the two other gods that could assist him with this final, desperate act of salvation.Â
Even now, he could feel Nurgle's rage for having stolen his flower. His filth crashing against his domain within the warp like a tidal wave of unending rot, but the poor fool had no idea that his flower wasn't within the Imperial domain, but instead here, in the free warp.
"Ishta. T'au'va. I know we have not seen eye to eye, nor do we enjoy each other's presences, but I assume you both can sense it." The Emperor of Mankind's golden glowing eyes looked upon the two as they both nodded in agreement, for all could sense that this universe was dying.
"The Ruinous Powers are able to escape thanks to their perverse nature, however I have devised a possible escape for us and our people as well." Raising and opening his large, gauntleted hand, a ball of light 2,000 times the size of a regular human floated within his palm, taking the shape of a sleeping man. The Emperor continued while looking upon the sleeping man, "This is my last son, what my people called a Sensei. A child I had back in the 12th Millennium, before the birth of Slaanesh and the rise of my Imperium. However, he is also what I am. A perpetual, a human incapable of truly dying due to the strength of his soul. And that is the key that has sparked my plan of escape, for his soul was born within another universe before he perished and was reborn here as my son, with his memories of his first life still intact."
Ishta and T'au'va looked at each other before turning their gazes back to the Emperor. "So he may be able to guide us to a new universe, free from those monsters?" Ishta asked while leaning forward to closely study the vibrant soul.
"Yes and no, for the Warp encompasses all universes, but he may be able to take us to a new universe that will give us time to prepare a proper counter to the Ruinous Powers." The Emperor softly closed his hands while looking out through the Immaterium and the Materium, seeing as the Milky Way galaxy crumbled.
"I will attach all the souls of man that I have saved and that worship me with this child, while also attaching my aspect of the Star Child with him to keep him safe as he travels the deep Warp. The two of you will also attach your people to him, and then you two shall go with him, assisting in his protection to the new universe. As for my aspect as Emperor of Mankind, I shall remain here, holding them back for as long as I can."
The other two nodded before each reached out a hand towards the enclosed soul. Closing their eyes, a wave of energy surged out, rupturing through the Immaterium and the Materium, passing over worlds and taking all souls belonging to the three gods before warp and cosmic storms formed, cutting off star systems from one another. In front of the three, large strings attached them to the soul, and they watched as human, Aeldari, Tau, and other loyal species to each of the gods funneled into the soul, disappearing in his vibrancy.
"Go now, and stay with him, for our salvation rests in his survival." The Emperor then tossed the soul deep into the warp, watching as Ishta and T'au'va, having anchored themselves to the soul, were dragged along with it. He then turned his gaze back towards the approaching seven colored warp storms as the Chaos gods, enraged, stormed towards the fleeing souls. Drawing his flaming sword, the Emperor grinned as flames burst around him, a radiant, golden light blocking their path as he swung upon the gangly green of Nurgle, causing flames to scar the parasite before stabbing into the perverse purple of Slaanesh, a blood curdling scream of rage tearing out from the unholy beast. Blocking a strike from the ravenous red of Khorn, The Emperor quickly dodged out of the way of the arcane strike from the blundering blue of Tzeench. A shield of blurry black and whiny white of Malice rose up, blocking the joyless jade green strike of Cegorach before the slithering shadow of the Great Devourer slammed into it, knocking it to the side before blundering towards the glorious golden light of the Emperor, whom braced himself for the long, eternal fight that was to commence.
Releasing a laugh he grinned devilishly at the vermin before him. "I've won, your precious Great Game is in my victory, in mankind's victory, and you can't stop it."
The ruinous powers let out a crazed roar as they fought with frenzy, trying to break past the Emperor and chase the gradually disappearing soul as it sank further into the depths of the Warp, where even they, the so-called gods feared to delve.