A Day in the Life of the Special Issue 82 Crew

The Emperor

The Lord of Humanity never slept.

The murmured, pious prayers of the masses reached His ears, the letters like threads of gold winding around the figure upon the throne, weaving a cloak and shaping shackles.

Yet He deemed it merely ordinary.

The start of the day might bring a visit from Hades. The Emperor lowered His gaze, silently watching the Underking's feigned vigor, His stride swift as the wind—

Hah.

He still outmatched him.

Hades departed righteously and unbothered. The Lord of Humanity closed His eyes once more, casually casting away a fraction of the chaotic faith accumulated through the day. The Underking lived within the Imperial Palace; he no longer required His tokens.

The shedding of chaotic faith left the Lord of Humanity feeling a wave of weakness, but His hand, loosely gripping the armrest of the Golden Throne, remained composed. His own light had long since dimmed compared to the Astronomican; the Emperor was merely "decorating" Himself with the light of the Astronomican.

Borrowing the tiger's might to scare the beasts.

He remained silent for a moment. Once His power stabilized, a blazing sun emitted light within the Warp, shining down upon the various entities. The Emperor heard Ferrus's greeting.

+Good morning, my father. Operations normal over the past 24 hours.+

The man of iron from days past had long since transformed into some more invisible and untouchable existence. The Emperor nodded slightly, returning the greeting to His offspring.

Ferrus ignored Him thereafter. The Lord of Rebirth plunged back into that smoke-like, vast sea of data. Through calculation after calculation and decision after decision, Ferrus would grow once more.

At this, the Lord of Humanity felt a gratitude for comfort better than nothing, and He cast His gaze toward Magnus near the Grey Knights—

He needed