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[gotham-at-nightfall]

The Rise // The Fall

The Ullanor Crusade was a vast Imperial assault on the Ork Empire of the Greenskin Overlord Urrlak Urg during the Great Crusade. The Crusade included the deployment of 100,000 Space Marines, 8,000,000 Imperial Army troops, and hundreds of Imperial starships and their support personnel. The Ullanor Crusade marked the high point of the Great Crusade's vast effort to reunite the scattered colony worlds of humanity. Following the defeat of the Orks of Ullanor, the Emperor of Mankind returned to Terra to begin work on His vast project to open up the Eldar Webway for Mankind's use. In His place to command the vast forces of the Great Crusade He left Horus. Horus was granted the newly-created title of "Warmaster," the commander-in-chief of all the Emperor's armies who possessed command authority over all of the other Primarchs and every Expeditionary Fleet of the Great Crusade. Before returning to Terra to, the Emperor suggested to Horus that he rename the XVith Legion the "Sons of Horus," in honour of their Primarch and to show his preeminent place amongst the other Primarchs.

When the Emperor finally entered the throne room of the Vengeful Spirit, he saw the winged corpse of the angelic Sanguinius lying at Horus' feet. Horus called the Emperor foolish for refusing the power that the Chaos Gods offered to Men, and timid for not taming them to His will if He was truly the Master of Mankind as He claimed. Horus proclaimed that if the Emperor would kneel before him, then he would spare his life. But the Emperor, tens of millennia older than his misguided and once beloved son, knew well the ancient trap that had snared Horus. The Emperor told the corrupted Primarch that he was the deluded slave of Chaos, not its master, for no mortal could ever truly claim to be more than simply a pawn of the Ruinous Powers. Snarling, Horus hurled bolts of daemonic lightning at the Emperor, but the Emperor nullified them with His own immense psychic abilities. The die was cast. Each god-like being knew that the fate of humanity now hung in the balance.

By Xalilar

[divinituscaptivus]

(Injury themed prompts!) "You fucking idiot, you weren't supposed to take the hit for me!" Darius yells at the Master of Mankind, dragging him behind cover.

The bolt had pierced the lightly armored ancient's flesh like a hot knife through snow, leaving a bleeding gaping hole in his side large enough for a mortal to thread their hand through.

"Fool!" The profusely bleeding Tyrant spat, every muscle fiber in his body drawn tight and ready to snap just to stave off the pain

"Desth ....uuuuugh...can never truly take me. I...ca-cannot say the same for you!"

@chapter-master-darius

[divinituscaptivus]

The bleeding Emperor did not know this man, for he was one among tens of thousands, but he did know this man was as dead as he was about to be. He had the aura of a phantasm, one not quite here but not quite within the confines of the Immaterium. By all rights, this apparition shouldn't be here, tending to the former Emperor's wounds. By all rights, he should have been swallowed up by the roiling Sea of Souls long ago.

Most spirits did not live on after their demise; they were food for the endless hungry mouths that fed upon the innocent.

One impossibility, mending another.

Mud and sweat caked the Master of Mankind's brow, his seeing eye attempting to focus itself upon the treetops. At least now he did not have to try healing himself. He only had to focus on staying awake, of not drifting into that turbulent Ocean once again. He would return from the Sea, should he perish, but his dying Imperium could not wait for him to do so.

[immortalshe]

"No one, not even you, can require me to justify my acts."

@divinituscaptivus

❝  that  is  not  what  i  ⸻  ...  ❞

frustration  bubbles  in  her  mouth,  nose  pinched  tight  between  her  fingers.  better  her  own  skin  than  his,  and  the  dire  consequences  that  would  reap.  the  princess  stomps  her  foot,  grits  and  grinds  and  groans  through  her  teeth...

before  finding  the  grace  to  speak  again,  now  in  the  fore-language  of  a  thousand  tongues;  words  which  they  once  shared  as  children.  she  surely  felt  like  one.  love  was  absurd.  what  else  could  slough  off  millennia  and  make  her  feel  so  small  and  inflamed  but  the  disease  of  him?

❝  just  tell  me!  tell  me,  please…  you always do this.  you  hate  me!  it's  not  fair!  i  want  to  know  why.  i  want  to  help  you,  brother…  what  does  it  matter,  if  your  deeds  are  correct  and  good  or  not?  man  is  a  moral  animal,  but  we  are  not  men.  ❞

[divinituscaptivus]

Ah, younger sisters, fraying the nerves since time immemorial, or at least, that was always the case with Mehns. Insistent to a fault, the Master of Mankind knew there was only one way to silence her.

He could not kill her, as he could the mortals who heard his secrets, nor could he cut out her tongue to keep those secrets from spilling outward, for her tongue would regrow in time. She bore the same curse he did, the curse of eternal life.

At least he wasn't alone amongst his species....

"Do you wish to know what's happened to me, do you wish to be privy to a secret so dire that I've cut the tongues out of every mortal who knows? Are you so eager to taste my pain that you must suck me dry for information like the leech that you are?!"

His children were gone, dead most likely. He could not feel their fledgling souls here. Whether the Powers consumed them or they were lost to the void was entirely unknown to him, not even the Tree of Time revealed their whereabouts, for this branch was so unlikely to occur that Kusig Alad had ignored it. And what good would her knowing of his dead children do him? What would she do, gloat in his face?! She was always jealous of his offspring, even when they were mere zygotes.

@immortalshe

[divinituscaptivus]

LORE DROPPPPPP!

The implement the Emperor used to kill Horus was an amber spearhead gifted to him by his mother shortly before she perished of a plague that swept through his village when he was a teenager. It was his most prized possession, a relic of a bygone era when he was not master of a million worlds, but a boy, young and filled with hope. It was through that spearhead that he channeled whatever psychic might was still at his disposal to slay his most precious child and eliminate his soul. In the end, it was just a father killing his son with a stone.

[its-the-autumn]

He has been finished. Now to do others slowly but surely.

[miamaimania]

Tracery: A Symphony in Bronze by Timothy Cleary

[its-just-a-meme]

LORE DROP!

Send Lore Drop! And I will talk about lore or a head canon regarding my muse.

Feel free to specify with a question or details if you would like to hear about something specific!

[justablkkid]

[lostecho501]

It was demanded of me that I post this so BE PLEASED. Just a sketch on my phone ok :)

[divinituscaptivus]

@vicarlunares

@flunkyofmalcador

[lostecho501]

It was demanded of me that I post this so BE PLEASED. Just a sketch on my phone ok :)

[divinituscaptivus]

@vicarlunares

@flunkyofmalcador

[trickstarbrave]

my portrait of the emperor is finished. this man has me acting unwell i'm not going to lie.

[soosmain]

Miscs...E flavored.

These last three are part of my Agenda: back in Molech when he stole from the chaos gods, i like to think that getting the attention of the prince of pleasure itself demanded more than a simple trick, a preliminary offering, so to speak. (They absolutely wrecked him)

And bonus: seven years for this

[divinituscaptivus]

(Injury themed prompts!) "You fucking idiot, you weren't supposed to take the hit for me!" Darius yells at the Master of Mankind, dragging him behind cover.

The bolt had pierced the lightly armored ancient's flesh like a hot knife through snow, leaving a bleeding gaping hole in his side large enough for a mortal to thread their hand through.

"Fool!" The profusely bleeding Tyrant spat, every muscle fiber in his body drawn tight and ready to snap just to stave off the pain

"Desth ....uuuuugh...can never truly take me. I...ca-cannot say the same for you!"

@chapter-master-darius

[divinituscaptivus]

He needed no damned apothecary! No apothecary was as experienced in the healing arts as Kusig Alad. If anything, the former Emperor had pioneered much of what this Gallus had been taught to do. Why would he ever put his health in the hands of what amounted to a child with medical tools? He could do it his damned self, as long as he could keep blood loss from knocking him out.

"Do....not!" He grunted through ragged breath.

Slowly, shakily, he leaned against the stone and allowed his right hand to hover above the wound. Drawing upon the infinite energies of unreality itself, he began to stimulate cellular growth within the oblong tear in his side as golden light emanated from the outstretched hand. The process was going much more slowly than he would have liked, but it was happening. Slowly, but surely, the flesh was beginning to knit itself together. But it was labor-intensive. He had to fight through the pain, to maintain his concentration, occasionally shoving his fingers into the hole to wrench out bits of bolt-shrapnel.

It was a herculean labor, one that would have killed a mortal man three times over at this point, one that the Emperor himself might not succeed in. But at least, should he perish, he would return. Darius did not have that luxury.

[chapter-master-darius]

"ROCKET LAUNCHER!" The call comes from another Revenant, farther and in different cover as he and his squad take cover.

Darius is a hair too slow from ducking back into cover and is hit by a rocket. He is thrown to the ground and there is a beat of silence as he lays there.

But then he rises. The rocket had not pierced his armor, his endurance not even tested. He reloads Outcast and returns to firing, silent as the grave.

No battle cry, no defiant shout. Silence and efficiency. His heritage could not be denied, could not be more obvious. This man is a son of Mortarion, and proud of it. He fights on, because he must.

Gallus slams into the rock to slow himself down and sees the Emperor healing himself. "Fuck you need me for?!" He snaps at Darius. "He's fine. Or will be. Don't forget to keep your blood pressure nominal, don't need you passing out. You wont fit in any of the med bay beds." He mutters as he runs off again, towards another call of help.

[divinituscaptivus]

The Former Emperor was not fine. He was the furthest from "fine" that any man, immortal or otherwise, could be.

Despite his best efforts, he could not close the wound fast enough. His rebirth had left him limited, stuck with the abilities of a mediocre biomancer rather than those of the master over the human former. He was bleeding faster than he could knit the flesh back together, and fading harder than he could concentrate.

Surely the Master of Mankind should be able to drink deeper of the Immaterium than this! Surely he should be back on his feet within minutes!

Yet no matter how hard he pushed himself, he could only swim the shallows of the Sea of Souls.

He needed help.

He needed that Apothecary, even if he was far too stubborn to ask.

His vision swam, his attempt to at least warn the Chapter Master of the incoming missile fell flat on its face, as did he, limbs too weak to hold himself up any longer.

[trickstarbrave]

Okay here is the Emperor of Mankind alone that I drew. Bc his and looked too good to not post him alone as well

[infcdele-a-deactivated20220411]

Hey, Hey, L I S T E N

here, on this blog, you do not need permission to slip into my asks. just do it. even if we haven’t interacted before. even if you’ve sent 10 already. send me more. i love getting asks (in character or out of character) and yeah, i’m slow as fuck, but i promise you i will get to them. have at it, fill my inbox with memes or impromptu starters or just tell me how your day is going. it really doesn’t matter. just go ahead and do it. i promise, i don’t get annoyed seeing the same people in my inbox, actually it makes me happy because yAY MORE INTERACTIONS. so just do it.

[yokaimemes]

send "what are you doing?" to catch my muse doing something they shouldn't

[divinituscaptivus]

Fine I will go bother the that one solar watch Custodes who keeps getting thrown through time.

"YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING!"