Code Geass- The Return of the Emperor

Well, I've had a long thought and look at the code geass section and found a very distinct lack of crossovers, there's a crap of stuff that can be done with the ideas presented, so here's my idea-

A return of the emperor, to his "past", or what could be it?

I hope you enjoy this! Now im pretty sure everyone's used about each others ideas, so if you see yours I apologize in advance, but heck some of the ideas on code geass are fantastic…

Also I will answer 2-3 questions chapter….maybe…if im in the mood, on a better note heres the short but needed disclaimer:

I Fallen-Ryu do not own Code Geass, Warhammer 40k, or anything else that may or may not pop into this story!

There, wont do that again-and if you try to file it I did put a disclaimer first chapter, after all every author from a book doesn't scream out this every chapter s/he writes!

Now onto the show, remember don't like it don't read beyond the first chapter

Holy Terra, Imperial Palace, 42nd millennium of mankind

He could feel it…his time was ending soon. Despite the efforts of the tech-priests and the thousands of sacrifices fed to him daily he could finally feel deaths claws reaching out to claim whatever was left of his soul. All those sacrifices that the rotted imperium he had made…worthless, And with his death, the rest of his children, mankind itself, will fall prey to the twisted monsters of the warp, and end in extinction. All his efforts, all his powers, every single plan he and his many shards had made and been aware of for nothing.

It was inevitable now, just as it was when he was first entombed in his throne, to forever hold back the warp storm that would be unleashed if he left the throne, the daemons within the failed web way project, also using his physic might to also keep the astronomicron from falling…but yet even now it has dulled to a level it was as useful as a flashlight in a fog…that is if the fog was a in the middle of a hurricane filled with angry and very hungry sharks flying both in the water and in the very air itself, and you only had a umbrella to keep you safe.

For so many years he had watched as his imperium, his dream for true peace for mankind, fall to ashes around him…for so many years he had pondered in the small corner of his mind where his thoughts were safe even as he writhed in agony from the battle he waged against the four abominations and other monstrosities out there for the very souls and will of mankind, even that damnable realm where the warp could not reach…those so called "Gods" of mankind that were kept locked up with the last thought elevator he had underneath his golden throne…their whispers as loud as the day he had closed and destroyed every other ruin other then this one…at least with him those abominations would finally stop manipulating his children with their foolish agenda.

Despite the four abomination's whispers he stood vigilant, despite the suffering he has been enduring for twelve thousand years, but now he finally has paid the price for his mistakes. So many of them he made during his time…perhaps if he had but one small chance to redo everything…it would be a better galaxy for mankind, or so he hoped within his withered carcass.

As the last cells in his decaying corpse began to cease to function he reached out to the many shards of his very being in the warp, and pulled them into himself one last time. With this raw and unparalleled power, he spread out his will one last time before his very being broke apart into nothingness, twelve thousand years of gathering souls of the pysker's that were fed to him daily used in a last ditch moment to say his farewell to his children. As well as a final stab at the eye of terror…perhaps he could even close it for a time…give his children a little more time to survive beyond his guidance…

Across the galaxy, he reached out, to every man, women, and child. Every space marine both loyal and near renegade, from the ultra-marines to the soul drinkers, from the sisters of battle to the lowest guardsmen, from the wealthy non corrupted nobles of the spires to the hive ganger living in the blackest slums of the hives on imperial worlds. The overlord and the slave….

He reached out to all of them and grabbed hold of their wills, not to bend or break them. But to send a message, as well as to know every last one of his children, for how can one not be attached to the very beings they had protected, guided, and nurtured for so many millennia?

It was in that instant something happened that neither chaos, the eldar, the c-tan, nor the ork "gods", or even the old ones could ever had conceived or believed to ever happen. In a single instant every human became a pysker, the hidden genes breaking through at the last moment, even the blanks whose very presence hindered the warp suddenly became embraced by his will after so much time spent in total despair, enhanced by the might of the emperor and empowering the same will with their own, not to mention the pysker's own unique powers burning away at the genes installed by the necron's of old, untold billions of humans stopping in their tracks even as orcs, eldar, tyranids, chaos, and other horrors paused in the light, and in most cases were incinerated by it.

Within the warp countless daemons were burned to not even their very essence remained, all the while their servants and slaves of chaos recoiled in horror at the sheer scope of power…some repent and fell to their knees even as their flesh burned and their spirits cleansed, whether by forgiveness or by wrathful punishment it is not known even to the new being that was awakening.

And throughout it all, within the imperial palace and underneath the golden throne even beyond the sacrificial chamber where the weaker pysker humans died to keep the thrones light alit…a pair of doors glowed ominously with a red crane symbol.

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The eldar recoiled in horror as the very will of mankind turned on them, centuries of having to deal with their trickery and the results of their races actions finally coming to do a final haunting it began with the age of strife, and now ending with the moment of destruction, as every eldar was slain where they stood…be it male, female, old or young. Their souls all forcefully coming together into their precious infinity circuits, as the entity did not care to feed on souls of foul alien's for now…it had better things to do after it had finished it's work with them.

However because of the death of every eldar, and every eldar soul not captured by the youngest of the four, the newborn eldar warp god Ynnead rose from the depths of the infinite circuits, and it waged a short and bloody campaign against the youngest of the four. As a final vengeance Ynnead bound the warp abomination and tore from it the stomach of the eldritch spawn, and with it fed on every eldar soul ever taken. Even as the abomination screamed and moaned, begged and demanded for more sensations and whispered untold pleasures into the ears of the death god of the eldar. It did not hear…for pleasure of the flesh means nothing to death…but yet even as this happened, even as it tried to corrupt it much to the abominations horror as it felt its power being ripped from it, also the third party who waited for this moment stuck as the predator fed on its prey.

For the entity of mankind did not simply spare the eldar alien's souls just for the sake of it, but rather as a collective knowledge from the inquisitors who managed to capture the few fareseers of their race and learn enough about the newborn being to interpret the exact moment to crush one of the four in a instant and rid itself of the foul alien race forever in the galaxy.

It tore apart the two warp beings with tendrils of blue flame and wrathful light as it destroyed their very beings forever even as Ynnead ignored the light and focused solely on its prey, its focus onto its prey because of ancient prophecies became its doom.

The dark eldar had already by this time been wiped out with a simple side note by the many flame tendrils burning the planets of the slaver corsair race, their penchant for taking human slaves being the leading cause of their doom as the entity simply learned where they had been and stuck where its small sparks of its many tendril thoughts of the multitude of souls/minds were before the reclamation.

A fitting end to a race that devolved into barbarism and then manipulated another race into doing their dirty work or trying to rebuild a broken empire, a legacy of their creators that ended so similar to them…beaten down and destroyed by a race they could not understand and thought themselves superior to.

The newborn entity did not even think of the word hypocrisy within its many consciousness…only hatred for the alien, love for mankind, and wrath against the deceit of the warp spawn fueled its "thoughts".

But within where terra once stood now in the middle of a orderly planet of mankind's will, the symbol within the doors shined even as the doors themselves slowly began to open without the entity's knowledge, for such information became nearly lost to when the union of mind and souls occurred,

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While in real space the worlds of mankind burned away, disasters tore apart the planets, floods of fire, ash, and rock rained from both above and gushed forth from below. Seas writhed and spilled onto the lands or took to the heavens. Entire hives simply crumbled as the mountains, valleys, plains all kept moving and shifting, showing and stressing the very tectonic places of every world capable of this movement, until the planets tore themselves apart. Even then the very forms of every human simply disappearing into thin air where they once stood, their equipment left behind as they ascended into something greater, but more terrible then they had ever believed in. The destruction of planets did not just simply stay within imperial borders but onto all planets, even craft worlds where the eldar had laid within and used were nothing but burning wreckage and destroyed dust and echoes of what they once were.

Worlds inhabited by the tau or taken by them were decimated by numerous disasters after the disappearance of the Gue'Vesa after pausing in their duties, or even on the battlefield and became something akin to light. Afterwards not even ashes remained of their forms. Before any kind of communication could be made the disasters had stuck, wrecking the planets in a extinction level events that reduced the planet's in their small empire to uninhabitable state's.

This continued on with every planet the tau had conquered or colonized, until it reached their home world where a star went nova. The final blow from the entity of mankind,

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With the Ork's, every single one of them were burned away or torn apart as the worlds were destroyed. The entity did not bother to go after the orks on a whole but the source of their "WAAAAGGGHHH", Gork and Mork….the twin Ork "gods" that constantly fought against anything they could get their hands on, even each other…

The entity entered battle with them for a short time, blocks stuck and parried, blade's manifested and Dakka filling the area they were in until there was enough of it to fill a entire sector with sheer raw firepower. In the end of the short battle the entity destroyed the two Ork "Gods" and ripped apart the energy of the "WAAAGGGHHH" until nothing was left of it.

Subsequently the Necron's began a mass awakening with their C-Tan gods beginning to take control of their race due to fear from the new warp being, however without the numbers of their races former power, the C-tan as broken and weakened as they were could not stop the entity from utilizing every last warp energy it could gather from the nebula clouds of raw energy it could muster from other reserves rather then its own to destroy, devour, and annihilate the menace forever from the galaxy.

Even as the tomb worlds unleashed their anti-warp weaponry and defenses, nothing would halt or stop the rampage of a enraged entity that had the combined life-force, will, and powers of a entire species behind it.

As on terra deep within the maelstrom of light, even as the imperial world slowly disintegrated, the doors began to open faster as if sensing its demise soon.

The whispers from within grew louder with every millimeter the door opened.

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The Devourer lost all contact with its many tendrils in one of the galaxies that lay before its maw…yet even then it cared little for one lost morsel, it had other prey to attend to, for even if for but a moment it had felt threatened by the prey within that had disappeared, however there were other galaxies it could feast on, this one just happened to be in the path of the smaller swarms it had at its disposal. Now it was gone, with this it turned away from the galaxy but kept an eye on it…because even now it could feel the threat it represented…though one thing the devourer knew for sure, it would keep and eye forever on this burning light in the galaxy. It was interesting to it…Even if the blinding light was annoying it deeply.

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As this happened instantaneously with each event happening at the same time as the other, the remaining three fought to keep their power and their realms together with this new menace that was started by the emperor of mankind, their screeches of rage and malice as well as vengeance and promises of retribution went unheard and unheeded by the entity born from mankind's death and resurrection into a single being.

Khorne was the first of the three to fall, as it led a final charge within its realm as the light, blue flame, and cursed water's flooded its realm, purging the blood soaked plains and destroying the many skulls claimed in the warp spawns name. With its every servant, slave, and warrior it could muster both kept and banished at its heels it lead the charge into the warp with its mighty axe swinging. They were torn apart in the merest seconds by a stream of silver, blue, and golden tendrils made of pure flame made into near invisible filaments ripping the blood "god" apart to nothingness and its servants burned and drowned within the fires of reclamation and the waters of purification.

The second to go was Nurgle, who once thought he would outlast even this universe itself from within its realm of decay, its once "great gardens" reduced to ashes by the fires, its pus and sickness washed clean by the waters, plagues rendered moot by the touch of the entity even as they tried to corrupt it. For to long humanity suffered under its "generosity" and "gifts", now they share their gift of vengeance with the fires of retribution, and the waters of healing against the plague "god's" home. The traitors who followed were incinerated and destroyed as well in a afterthought.

The last thoughts of the plague lord's being was that it now found irony that it would see its rot and death, at the hands of a newborn being.

With this the entity took a moment rest itself, destroying several warp beings in rapid succession had took a toll on the warp, even if it didn't use its own power to do so. The final battle now rested against a being that could be the very thing that drove chaos forward, the true master…it however with a few thoughts created and made opportunities to gather more strength to prevent any damage to itself, as well as a way to heal itself if case of true damage to its nature by the clever warp being.

Within the area around the cauldrons of Nurgle the entity had found Isha, the eldar warp goddess, now forgotten within its cage as it wept for the destruction of its "children" race. The entity did not care however and with a moment to assess its "health" it drove in for the kill. Isha had not fought back and died with a pitiful smile on its face. Mankind's will devoured Isha's essence and learned the hidden secrets of healing….

Finally it then turned their attention to the now last of the four, the one who was instrumental with every damned change that corrupted mankind, twisting them into puppets…used them…manipulated them, and for what? To rule some dirtballs a little longer in its lies?

It was not taking a single chance with this monstrosity as the entity waged a brief but far longer war against the very nature of chaos itself…the twisted kind that was like a cancer….and now it was time to remove the taint from the source.

Order and chaos fought a final battle for control of this galaxy, with every change made it was stabilized and brought into stagnation and death, then twisted and manipulated…worlds made, burned, servents made and then nagain burnt and destroyed…echo's and shades fought a never ending battle for control until at last, in the realm where time can move backwards, forwards, sideways all in the same moment…

The battle entered its final stage, furious the two battled in both reality and in the warp, the galaxy shifting to their desires as planets, stars, nebulas, and even black holes were pulled with the raw might of the warp and warp storms engulfed the galaxy.

However in a single moment when the warp being of chaos was caught off guard due to its constant changes and the smallest gap where it never paid attention to was seized upon and took advantage of…the entity of man stuck a lethal blow into its very heart of the warp spawn's being.

The now last Chaos eldritch being cried out in fury/love and hate/despair as it tried to find a way out/and not with every string, every strand, and every little plan, nothing showed a way out of this mess…and it laughed/cried/raged, as this was the true end of its games. Its building and destroying of fate, such a wonderful and terrible change had it wrought!

Now fates hand decreed that the architect now saw its final change into non-existence.

The entity lashed out deeper and deeper into the very core of the warp being, and in a moment for pure brutality…pushed its very being into the center of the warp monstrosities core, and tore it asunder from the inside out.

Nothing remained of the warp spawn.

And with this, the galaxy became engulfed by a warp storm of such magnitude it covered the entire galaxy in a mirage of colors.

Gold, White, Blue, Silver, Copper….Black…everything kept changing but the main constant was the golden color that radiated from the storm itself.

And within terra's system of where it once stood now only a few rocks with a pair of doors slowly being disintegrated, the doors opened fully and the thought elevator within was accessed one last time.

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So many things happened at once…

The galaxy wide warp storm ceased…

The entity paused its amusement in hunting down the last of war warp shards and wayward eldar "gods"…and within a single instant of understanding it "roared" in fury and pain as it was being drawn into the very gates themselves….

In its hatred and wrath the entity of mankind tore apart its prey and turned its attentions to the being behind the gates…Information on "them" coming to its untold numbers of minds all locating the memories of the one who had once been the emperor of man…fury and wrath racked its core even as sorrow and repentance ruptured forth.

For a single moment in the galaxy, the conscious will and the unconscious will of mankind battled for its very being.

Yet even then the conscious will knew it would lose….for it remembered many things, even as it was slowly drawn (by comparison of reality verse the warp time frames) through the doors, it sent out a single cry….

A cry that shattered reality and echoed throughout the universe…

A cry that was answered.

And in a single instant, a flash of light ended the universe and rebirthed it anew.

The clock of time was struck, and then reversed as the wheel of fate was stopped and then turned back. Destiny would not be denied, and neither would the true creators plan's be.

Then….the emperor woke up in a queen sized bed in a small room drenched in sweat and tears.

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Well that's a wrap for now, ill get the next chapter out soon! This is around 5-6 years after the invasion of japan if you are all wondering, and if you cant figure out who the emperor is then no cookie for you!

Anyway, this muse I had was to much to resist putting down, so I now bid you all a farewell until the next chapter!

Fallen-Ryu out!