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This is what inspired the script above.

Emps after finding out the Primarchs are doing the hanky panky:

The Emperor knows

(This story is interchangeable, but I'm using the female Primarchs from the Femmarch au)

*The Scene: The Emperor has called his daughters to an impromptu private council. None of the sisters know why, but it's pretty clear how serious this is*

Emps: Listen, im going to make this clear and concise. *he narrows his eyes and scans over his daughters* I know.

Horus: Know what, father?

Emps: Don't Bullshit me! I KNOW...

*All the sisters begin looking around awkwardly at each other or shamefully away from each other*

Emps: It was brought to my attention, and while truthfully, I couldn't care less what escapades each of you get up to in your own time. If these activities were to come to light, it would set the wrong example for our Imperium. So, if all of your "relations" are to continue, ensure they are kept quiet.

Fulgrim: *evil smile* That means you two. *she points to Guilliman and Angron*

Angron :What do you mean, us!?!

*Angron raging and nearly leaps across the table at her sadistic sister. Guilliman holds her back*

Fulgrim:*laughs* Oh, come on! Last night, I swear all of Terra could hear you two from orbit.

* Both Guilliman and Angron sit back, blushing ashamed*

Khan: You're one to speak Phoenician. You and Ferrus are practically inside one another any chance you get.

Fulgrim: Ahh, just like you and dear Magnus when you lock yourselves in the library for "Special Research"

Sanguinius: Alright, I think we've all had our fun. Now--

Fulgrim: I don't wanna hear any lectures from you! We all know who actually holds Horus' leash.

*Sanguinius sits back down flustered. Horus leans over, trying to comfort her*

Emps: Alright, Enough! As I said, I was made aware of all your escapades. This means I DO NOT want to HEAR NOR SEE anything outside of your private chambers. Do I make myself clear?

*All the primarchs nod in acknowledgement, except Mortarion*

Mortarion: *confused* Wait. You're all fucking?

---*End scene*---

(This is basically my scripting process when I make comics)

The Emperor knows

(This story is interchangeable, but I'm using the female Primarchs from the Femmarch au)

*The Scene: The Emperor has called his daughters to an impromptu private council. None of the sisters know why, but it's pretty clear how serious this is*

Emps: Listen, im going to make this clear and concise. *he narrows his eyes and scans over his daughters* I know.

Horus: Know what, father?

Emps: Don't Bullshit me! I KNOW...

*All the sisters begin looking around awkwardly at each other or shamefully away from each other*

Emps: It was brought to my attention, and while truthfully, I couldn't care less what escapades each of you get up to in your own time. If these activities were to come to light, it would set the wrong example for our Imperium. So, if all of your "relations" are to continue, ensure they are kept quiet.

Fulgrim: *evil smile* That means you two. *she points to Guilliman and Angron*

Angron :What do you mean, us!?!

*Angron raging and nearly leaps across the table at her sadistic sister. Guilliman holds her back*

Fulgrim:*laughs* Oh, come on! Last night, I swear all of Terra could hear you two from orbit.

* Both Guilliman and Angron sit back, blushing ashamed*

Khan: You're one to speak Phoenician. You and Ferrus are practically inside one another any chance you get.

Fulgrim: Ahh, just like you and dear Magnus when you lock yourselves in the library for "Special Research"

Sanguinius: Alright, I think we've all had our fun. Now--

Fulgrim: I don't wanna hear any lectures from you! We all know who actually holds Horus' leash.

*Sanguinius sits back down flustered. Horus leans over, trying to comfort her*

Emps: Alright, Enough! As I said, I was made aware of all your escapades. This means I DO NOT want to HEAR NOR SEE anything outside of your private chambers. Do I make myself clear?

*All the primarchs nod in acknowledgement, except Mortarion*

Mortarion: *confused* Wait. You're all fucking?

---*End scene*---

(This is basically my scripting process when I make comics)

Oh yeah, here is my headcannon for Emps backstory. I always liked the thought that the Emperor, despite his secrets, was telling the truth. He was just a man. Born with emnse power at the wrong time. A babe in the wastes of Terra.

Basically, this is Alexander, a Techno-Barbarian Warlord fighting to persevere a semblance of the old world before the age of strife.

One day, while out scavenging, he finds a child untouched by the hostile and lethal radioctive environment of Terra. The child almost shines in the light of the late sun. Alexander, seeing the importance of this child, decides to raise him himself along with his closest friend/advisor.

He names the child "Arthur"

Arthur seems to be growing quickly and every day his emnse power shows. Healing the crops of their blight, burning out infection, but most importantly inspiring hope that their might be a better future.

Alexander worries, though. Arthur is growing up so fast, maturing at an unprecedented rate. On one hand, he wishes his adopted son might remain young for a time longer, so he might retain his innocence, if only briefly. But this might be for the best. The radiation of the makeshift cold fusion nuclear core in Alexander's armour is killing him.

Even with Malcador's help (though limited by the warp storms), he doesn't have long. Arthur still doest fully have a grip of his powers. (Too scared he'll hurt someone, he subconsciously gives himself limiters.) He wishes to heal his father but can't seem to do any more than Malcador can.

Alexander, knowing his time is near forges for his son, a might sword emblazoned with the iconography of his pet eagle whom Arthur was always close to.

Then the day came, when out helping a remote village Alexander and an almost adult Arthur are ambushed. The two fight hard, but eventually, Alexander is laid low. Arthur holds his father. Alexander looks to the unblemished face of his son and whispers his final words. The words that would guide Arthur down the long road yet to come.

"Remeber, my son. Humanity above all else is the way. Until all are one, none shall be whole."

Arthur cried then, he shook with guilt and rage. If only he could have been stronger, if only he wasn't so weak willed. If only these beasts would see reason.

The Warlord who had killed Alexander was still there, as we're a few of his men. They planned to kill this would be heir. But as the one approached a sobbing Arthur, preparing to execute him. The barbarian screamed in pain, and he became engulfed by golden flames

As the body chared to ash, Arthur was seen standing. The sword his father had gifted him now set ablaze in those same golden flames. His eyes two stars set in a frozen face of rage.

The other barbarians barely moved before they were each bisected. The Warlord fought as best he could, but his bullets melted before they even reached Arthur. Arthur strode forward, a terminator with one goal, "Vengeance"

The sword moved through the Warlord with barely any resistance. And as he gasped for breath as he struggled to breathe, he begged for mercy. He forswore his alicante and his army's. Arthur would not hear him.

Upon that final breath, Arthur made a vow. He would carry his father's dream. He would bring humanity back together, whether they wanted it or not. A grand Imperium.

"All will be one. I swear this to you, Father." And so The Emperor returned home. A long road lay before him.

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Warhammer 40k (Novels) - Various Authors, Warhammer 40.000 Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Characters: Roboute Guilliman, Angron (Warhammer 40.000), Ultramarines Legion (Warhammer 40.000), World Eaters Legion (Warhammer 40.000), Emperor of Mankind (Warhammer 40.000), Malcador (Warhammer 40.000), Lost Primarches Additional Tags: longfic, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Body Horror, Dialogue Heavy, Hurt/Comfort, Gross, Chaptered, Heresy AU, Alternate Heresy (Warhammer 40.000), Pre-Horus Heresy Civil War (Warhammer 40.000), The Great Crusade Era (Warhammer 40.000), Slow Burn Summary:

The Imperium of Man is nearing the end of the Great Crusade. Languishing on Terra, Roboute Guilliman has some suspicions about what’s really going on with his brothers. Forced into an unlikely alliance with Angron, he seeks to investigate the Emperor’s true intentions for his sons.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Warhammer 40.000, Warhammer 40k (Novels) - Various Authors Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Emperor of Mankind (Warhammer 40.000), Roboute Guilliman, Adeptus Custodes Ensemble (Warhammer 40.000), Maldovar Colquan, Ultramarines Legion (Warhammer 40.000), Adeptus Astartes | Space Marines Ensemble (Warhammer 40.000) Additional Tags: What-If, Alternate Timelines, Hurt No Comfort, yeah man I don’t know Summary:

The Emperor of Mankind has moved for the first time in ten thousand years. What this means, no one knows.