The Emperor Born AgainSilence...More Like This
The sound filled the cavernous interior of the Chapel of The Emperor ascendent,
a horrible, heart wrenching noise that no man should ever know the true meaning of.
But here it was, today as real as it ever was and had any lesser men been here,
they surely would have crumpled into foetal balls, weeping at the deafening quiet of the moment.
But these were not 'lesser men', these were not mortals, these were Astartes.
Gods among men they had been called, Chosen of the Emperor beloved by all and today it was
believeable. Here they stood, resplendent in ancient power armour of pure gold,
looking down into the room, a giant room, it's walls and ceiling lined with gold over which was cast a spectral light the colour of a star being born.
For all intents and purposes that's what it was a star, a solid ball of pure emotion, conjured from the warp it's self, the manifestation of humanity's love for it's master, upon a million, nay a BILLION worlds of the Imperium of man, one thought e