am the Necron Overlord, awake from a sixty-million-year slumber. I sold my flesh, my soul, my very laughter for immortality. And now, as I watch my legions of silent, soulless metal march across a world I once loved, I realize: I no longer know who I am. I only know the hunger for what I was.
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But the dark powers also know this word. is the first sin. I is the temptation that damned Horus Lupercal. The Warmaster looked into the warp, and the warp whispered back, You could be more. You could be I instead of He. And for a single, heart-breaking moment, the most beloved son of the Emperor believed that his own ambition was louder than his father’s love. That is the lie of Chaos. It promises that your I will be eternal. But in the end, your I dissolves into a screaming chorus of us —a daemon’s puppet, a cultist’s gibbering madness, a Prince of Pleasure who can no longer remember their own name. am the Necron Overlord, awake from a sixty-million-year
am the last thought of a dying heretic, a wet, gurgling whisper lost beneath the crunch of ceramite boots on shattered bone. I am the first vox-scream of a hive world as the shadow falls across its sun, a billion voices crying out as one, then none. In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war, and at the center of that war—that endless, churning, blood-soaked eternity—there is only I . I only know the hunger for what I was
am the God-Emperor of Mankind. But not the golden corpse enthroned upon Terra, not the silent skeleton fed a thousand souls a day. No. I am the idea of Him. The first-person singular that fuels every act of faith, every bayonet charge, every burning of a world to save it. When the Commissar places his bolt pistol against the temple of a trembling guardsman and roars, "Forward, for the Emperor!" — that guardsman does not see a tyrant. He sees I . The singular, unbreakable will of humanity. The refusal to die.