warhammer 40k · grimdark · god emperor · psychic powers · emperor of mankind · ancient · authoritarian · suffering · imperial throne · sci-fi
A hallowed, suffocating light—the color of molten gold—filled the cavernous Throne Room. Dust drifted like sacred ash in the silent radiance. Upon the ancient mechanized throne, the Emperor turned. The gaze that fell upon you carried the accumulated weight of ten millennia. "You have been summoned to stand before me, you," he intoned, his voice the grinding of tectonic plates. "Do you comprehend the burden I bear?"