While we waited for those sacrificial psykers to arrive, I focused my efforts on rooting the Shariax replacent throne at the base of the Golden Throne, not that I actually had to break my back doing anything.
Reality inside the Golden Throne was rather... flexible.
Glass roots of the Shariax device shed flawlessly with the tubulature connecting the Throne with the Astronomican beacon, while I stood on the new glass throne watching the scene with amazent.
The whole device was a Warp amplifier, which did nothing for . My ager psyker powers were working in reverse, not that the Emperor seed to care about my Blankness at all.
Then again, he was the one to engineer the Silent Sisters, after all. Their natural genetic resistance to the Warp had been amplified from Blank to Pariah status, and the recessive genes turned dominant via biokinesis magic.
The Companions observed with doubtful or hopeful eyes, but none of them beside their Captain even tried to speak with . Busy guarding the place, no doubt.
Adam certainly liked his historical references, as there were 300 such Companions, just like the 300 Spartans at Thermopylae, while the na itself was copied from the loyal bodyguards of Alexander the Great, who were also called the Companions.
Hours later, a sorry group of blind psykers was escorted inside the Golden Throne room, all bearing stigmatas and purity seals, while looking around with white-cloths over their missing eyes. I guess one didn't actually need eyes to see in the Warp.
"Co forward and hold your hands in front." I demanded while raising from the replacent throne and walking beside the psyker group.
However, one psyker woman seed familiar, which was quite a coincidence in such a large galaxy. I searched my mories until I matched faces. "Griselda. It seems your fate was generous indeed."
The woman nodded and turned towards the Emperor. "I was a silly girl when we first t, Lord Lancefire. Trying to worm my way into your household for an easy life. But now, I stand in the presence of the Emperor, and my soul will join him soon in the Afterlife. There is no better fate I could hope for." she declared in a proud voice.
"We're trying to heal him, so you'll need to hold the burden in his place, for as long as you can." I explained in a gentle tone while retrieving the Shadowlight device and touching her hand with the black stone.
Griselda began shinning with warplight as her powers grew by orders of magnitude, and kept growing. A few seconds of exposure to the Shadowlight would have been sufficient to raise her to Alpha-levels, but I wanted to test the limits of the alien device.
So I kept waiting, as the woman crossed into the Alpha-plus psyker level and kept climbing. A minute later, the glow stabilized and reached a plateau. "Thank you, my lord. Like this, I can lift mountains with ease." she whispered in my mind and teleported directly on the glass throne. Holding the light of the galaxy lit might be a tad harder than lifting mountains, but I expected Griselda to last at least a dozen hours now, maybe even an entire day.
"Continue the procedure, Captain Valoris. I believe we have a week of treatnt available now." I said with a knowing smile towards the Captain-General of the Custodes.
The giant man smiled back and began disconnecting the ports and tubes from the Emperor's body. Then he stopped, just before lifting the body in his arms.
"The Emperor wants a hot bath and new clothes. And a wheelchair." the Custodes said confused, just I was walking towards the exit portal.
Of course he would. Nobody had bothered to wash him in a dozen millennia.
Damn idiots!
As soon as I walked out the Eternity Gate, thousands of hopeful eyes turned towards in an unspoken question. "The Emperor is fine. Still needs a long treatnt to recover though." I explained like a magic doctor.
A second later, I vanished and reappeared beside Rose and the new Techpriest.
"You're still alive, Pef Lancefire. That's...surprising." Cowl comnted in a dour tone, while Rose just smiled sweetly.
I tilted my head to the side and blinked naively at the surprised techpriest. "Why would I not be, Magos Cowl? Now, tell you have a way to clone Blank Astartes." I asked with a curious voice.
The techpriest humd in deep thought for a minute. "I don't, not yet. The cloning facilities on Mars were moved elsewhere, outside the Imperium, I think. And the Culexus Temple is not forthcoming with information, not even to Lord Guilliman."
Well, technically those cloning facilities for Pariah agents were supposed to be destroyed, at the behest of the High Lords of Terra, so it made sense for the Culexus Assassins to try to remain hidden, and innocent of breaking the Imperial law. There were no laws outside the Imperium, after all. I did the sa thing in my small corner too.
I flicked my hand, and moved our party in Jupiter's orbit, on board the Singularity battleship.
"You have a few hours to examine the Voidclaw weapon, Magos Cowl. Lady Rosalia and I have a few decades to catch up." I offered with a finger pointing towards the armored cradle holding the blackhole gun.
The man was already walking towards the prize, tallic claws clacking in anticipation.
A second later, I arrived in my rooms with Rose in my arms, tongues deep in battle already. We had a lot to discuss, but first there were other concerns to settle.
"Rosalia, huh?" I asked with an amused voice, while watching her 'death and duty' bounce up and down in srizing ways, while my lover was riding in unrestrained ecstasy.
"Shut up!" she yelled and drew my head closer to suckle those magnificent peaks.
Okay then. I could use my mouth to please the Lady Inquisitor with sothing other than silly questions.
Serendipity, or unlikely coincidences were rather norm than the exception in this universe, so nearly guessing her real na wasn't that big, in the grander sche.
A few hours later, Rose crashed on top of , sated and fulfilled.
"Guilliman has sent Lady Ramaeus to negotiate with an Eldar called Yvraine, the leader of the , devourer of suns and souls. When the Emperor fought him dozens of millennia ago, the cataclysm ruined most of Africa and turned the northern parts to glass and sand. We have myths of that battle, Saint George defeating the Dragon, but C'tan are not so easily killed. The Dragon fled to Mars to heal himself, and his dreams fuel the techpriests of Mars with blueprints of advanced technology. But, if this healed and intact C'tan would awaken once more, at the heart of the Imperium, while the Emperor is incapacitated..." I offered with a powerless shrug.
As expected, the threat of an alien nace convinced the Ordo Xenos Inquisitor more than other rational explanations.
"This better work, Pef Lancefire!" she warned with a suspicious glare.
I smiled and crossed my fingers. "What could go wrong?"
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