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The procession came out of the teleportarium, where the boarding party was to launch their attack from and to where they will return. The Omnissiah and Perturabo witnessed the first to step through the chamber and it had taken the breath out of both.
Rogal Dorn in his golden armor was carrying the Emperor of Mankind within his grasp. The Emperor’s Praetorian walked and carried the body within his hands gingerly as if the Emperor was made of paper. There could have been urgency, to rush the Emperor to his destination. To those that saw the Emperor though knew it would be damning.
It was a stab to the stomach. A simple stab through the gut that would cut through the stomach and kidneys. It should be a simple wound for a psyker like the Emperor to close with his own will but he could not. No apothecary could do that for him, and rushing to try and avoid fate was what damned the Mornival so long ago.
Dorn was flanked by Constantin Valdor and a small group of shaken Custodians. There were also groups of Blood Angels and Imperial Fists among them but no Dark Angels. Even their Primarch, Lion El’ Johnson, was missing from their number.
There was nothing else to do but follow the precession. To watch as they carried the Emperor through the numerous chambers and staircases that took them to the highest point upon Terra.
The Ziggurat that lay below the Imperial Throne was as golden as ever. The Omnissiah’s analysis of the structure revealed that the Emperor’s last few years of labor had been done with efficiency. Perfectly assembled for the purpose of assisting the entire human race. If one was to sit upon the throne they would be able to touch every piece of the Universe with their psychic might to give some kind of blessing.
He did not wish to be called a god yet wished for the powers of one. To help guide his people.
But that is not the case. Not now. The Procession walked upon the top of the Ziggurat to see Malcador focused upon them. His body had become mummified and worn to the point where it was the Throne itself keeping the man alive. As Rogal Dorn stood before the throne the old man reached forward and touched the Emperor, the next moment he was dead. His lifeforce goes into the Emperor as an attempt to resuscitate the man.
Constantin removed Malcador from the throne, being sure to make sure that Malcador’s body would not be turned into ashes in doing so. Rogal Dorn then moved, placing his Father upon the Throne.
The Emperor was upon the Golden Throne with his Golden Armor. As he linked with the magics and sorceries of the throne, his eyes opened.
