Warhammer, how did I become Erebus

The Emperor of Mankind: "I am not a god."
Lorgar: "Of course, my lord. You are merely... divine."
Erebus: smiling far too much

When the Imperial Truth was proclaimed and enforced, the most widespread symbol of devotion became the Golden Throne icon, officially declared "purely inspirational" and absolutely not religious.

Perturabo wages war not for love or glory, but to prove-once and for all-that his genius was never appreciated.

Konrad Curze, fully aware of his sanity and damnation, chooses terror and death because the future has already judged him guilty.

Magnus the Red sacrifices his eye for knowledge-and later sacrifices everything else trying to undo that choice.

Roboute Guilliman watches the Imperium twist his rational ideals into dogma, his legacy buried beneath prayers, relics, and bureaucratic rot.

Angron does not "wear" the Butcher's Nails.
The Nails wear him.

The Emperor looks upon the Primarchs and says, "I created you to save humanity."
Then, without hesitation, he unleashes his psychic might-casting Erebus and Lorgar down in chains, spinning helplessly in the consequences of their own faith.

This chronicle is also known as:
"The Imperial Truth (Briefly)"
"How Not to Raise Demigods"
"Erebus Ruins Everything"

"The Word Bearers are converting worlds again!"
"The Emperor is silent!"
"Erebus must die!"

Author: Baltan The Lobster