The Empire of The Multiverse

Chapter 35 - The Encounter with an Awakened Old One fleet

In the far reaches of the cosmos, beyond the boundaries of known space, the Dark Angels Primarch, Valerian Iron Claw, led his formidable armada on a voyage of exploration and conquest. Unbeknownst to them, they would soon encounter a fleet unlike any they had faced before, a fleet belonging to an ancient and enigmatic race known as the Old Ones.

As the peculiar fleet opened fire, Valerian's armada braced for impact. To their surprise, the Wave-force armor of their spaceships proved to be a formidable defense, shrugging off the enemy's assault. "Return fire! Show no mercy!" Valerian commanded, his voice resolute.

Hours of intense battle ensued, and the enemy fleet suffered heavy losses at the hands of the Dark Angels. However, Valerian's armada was not unscathed, and the Primarch felt a sense of unease. This race were unlike any adversaries they had faced before. What could have driven such an ancient and powerful race to attack them?

Valerian knew that answers awaited him aboard the enemy flagship. With unwavering determination, he led the Dark Angels in a boarding assault. Their Combat Skins moved with lightning speed, catching the Old Ones off guard. The Primarch's training and tactical brilliance made quick work of the first line of defenders.

Inside the enemy ship's command center, Valerian confronted the Old Ones' leader. "Why have you attacked us? What is the meaning of this hostility?" he demanded, his eyes ablaze with righteous anger.

The Old Ones recognized the Primarch's race, but they were puzzled by the evolution of the Dark Angels. "You were once our creation, our template," they admitted. "But you have evolved into something far stronger, something that threatens our very existence. We see the semblance of a Universal Empire, just like ours, rising before us."

Valerian's expression hardened. "We are the Imperium Dominus, forged in the image of our God Emperor Fafnir. Our duty is to conquer and expand our empire in his name."

The Old Ones understood the magnitude of the threat before them. The honkai energy emanating from the Primarch and his armada revealed the formidable power of this new intergalactic Empire. Their ancient magic proved insufficient against the Dark Angels' might, and they found themselves captured and subdued.

Yet, Valerian was not one to underestimate his foes. Wise but ruthless, he knew the danger they posed. "Tell me everything you know," he demanded, his voice unwavering. "We will not rest until we have secured our place in the cosmos."

Upon their capture, the Old Ones regarded Valerian and the Dark Angels with disdain, their ancient wisdom reflected in their eyes. "Younglings of the cosmos," they spoke with a proud air, "we are the First Civilization, and this Universe is our domain. Millennia ago, our empire spanned the stars, and all existence bowed before us."

"Long have we slumbered, and during our rest, the Universe fell into chaos," they continued, their voices resonating with the echoes of eons past. "But now, as we awaken one by one, the Universe shall be brought back under our management, for it is our birthright."

The Primarch listened with unwavering resolve, unshaken by the Old Ones' claims. "The Imperium Dominus will not bow to your claims of ancient supremacy," he declared, his voice firm and defiant. "We are the heirs of our God Emperor Fafnir, and we shall forge our destiny among the stars."

The Old Ones scoffed at the Primarch's defiance. "Your young empire stands no chance against our ancient might," they retorted. "The moment our race fully awakens, the end of Imperium Dominus shall be inevitable."

Valerian remained undeterred. He had faced foes of unimaginable power before and had emerged victorious. "Your arrogance blinds you to the strength of our resolve," he replied, his eyes ablaze with determination. "We are the warriors of Fafnir, the God Emperor, and we shall face any challenge that stands in our path."

With the captured Old Ones in tow, Valerian set a course for Genesis Prime, where Fafnir, their God Emperor, awaited. He knew that the encounter with these ancient beings would bring wisdom and insight that could shape the future of the Imperium Dominus.

As they journeyed through the void of space, Valerian contemplated the words of the Old Ones. He knew that their encounter marked a turning point in the destiny of the Imperium Dominus. But he also believed in the strength of his people, the power of unity, and the unwavering faith in their God Emperor.

The confrontation with the Old Ones had ignited a fire within the Primarch's heart. The Imperium Dominus would face its challenges head-on, embracing the knowledge of the ancients and using it to forge a greater future. Valerian was determined to lead his empire to glory, and with each step, the Dark Angels would prove their mettle against the trials of the cosmos.

Thus, the clash of the ancients marked a turning point in the history of the Imperium Dominus, a chapter that would be remembered for eons to come.

The grand halls of Genesis Prime were suffused with the divine presence of Fafnir, the God Emperor, and Esdeath, the God-Empress, as they sat upon their thrones. The Aetherians of Val'Dorath, their green skin and glowing runes unique in appearance, stood before them, their pride evident in their defiant gazes.

"We are the Aetherians of Val'Dorath," their leader spoke, his voice tinged with haughty confidence. "Once rulers of the cosmos, now awakened to reclaim our domain."

Fafnir regarded them with a solemn gaze, the weight of his Centuries-long existence evident in his eyes. "Your claims of rulership hold no sway here," he replied calmly, yet with an undercurrent of authority. "The Imperium Dominus stands strong, and we shall not yield to any challenge."

Esdeath's presence echoed her God Emperor's resolve, her gaze sharp and unwavering. "Your hostility will bring only destruction," she warned. "Whatever conflict you desire, We will defend our empire and our people at any cost."

The Aetherian leader sneered, his pride wounded by the audacity of the young Gods before him. "Your defiance only solidifies your fate," he retorted. "We shall not bow to beings such as you."

Fafnir's eyes glowed with power as he and Esdeath stood from their thrones. "So be it," he declared, his voice resonating with divine authority. "If war is what you seek, then war you shall have."

With a flick of their wrists, Fafnir and Esdeath unleashed their divine might upon the Aetherians. The very essence of their beings, their souls, were consumed in the radiant flames of the Gods. The Aetherians' prideful defiance faded as their existence was brought to an end.

Yet, Fafnir's mind was not at ease. The Old Ones, the ancient beings from the First Civilization, had awakened as well. The Imaginary Space had foretold this, and now the Imperium Dominus faced a war between civilizations.

"We must find their slumbering worlds and bring an end to their threat," Fafnir said solemnly, his gaze focused on the infinite expanse beyond Genesis Prime.

Esdeath nodded in agreement, her loyalty to her God Emperor unwavering. "We shall obliterate any threat to the Imperium Dominus," she declared, her voice resolute.

In the wake of the Aetherians' awakening, the Imperium Dominus was no longer content to wait for the enemy to strike. Fafnir, the wise and powerful God Emperor, took matters into his own hands and ordered his vast empire to seek out the Aetherian worlds. His Primarchs, each a formidable leader in their own right, led their legions in a relentless pursuit.

35.2 3 More Primarchs

In the year 0180 of the Imperial Calendar, a momentous event occurred within the Imperium. Three new Primarchs were born from the divine power of the God Empress Esdeath.

Fafnir watched with pride and amusement as Aurelius grew into his own, embodying the fusion of perfection and charm that both he and Esdeath possessed. As an artist, Aurelius explored the depths of creativity and expression, using his charisma to inspire his fellow Astartes and encourage them to excel in their own pursuits. Fafnir recognized in him a reflection of his own qualities.

In the halls of the grand palace on the divine world of Imperium Dominus, young Primarch Aurelius Voidseeker found himself once again questioning the enigma that was his mother, the God Empress Esdeath. As he stood before her, nursing a swollen lip and a bruised ego, he couldn't help but marvel at her beauty, even in the midst of her barbaric ways.

"Mom, I just don't get it," Aurelius mused, wincing slightly as he dared to ask the forbidden question once more. "How can someone so beautiful be so... ruthless?"

Esdeath, with an arched eyebrow, sheathed her icy sword and gave him a stern look. "Aurelius, my son, beauty and strength are not mutually exclusive. Your father sees the power in me, just as I see the charm and wit in him."

"But it's just... paradoxical!" Aurelius protested, earning himself another playful smack from his mother's icy gauntlet. "Ouch! I mean, you're so cold-hearted and fierce, and he's so warm and gentle. How does it even work?"

The God Empress sighed, her icy demeanor melting slightly. "Your father and I are like Yin and Yang, my dear. We complete each other, finding balance in our differences. Our love is a dance of fire and ice, passion and composure."

"But the beating part, Mom?" Aurelius rubbed his sore cheek, still perplexed.

Esdeath smirked mischievously. "Ah, that's my way of toughening you up, my little perfectionist. Life is not all about art and charm. You must learn to wield the sword as skillfully as you wield your charm."

Aurelius grumbled, but he couldn't help but smile. "I guess you're right, Mom. It's just hard to wrap my head around it sometimes."

Fafnir, watching the exchange with amusement from the shadows, couldn't resist joining in. "Aurelius, my son, your mother's beauty lies not only in her physical form but in the strength of her character and the fierceness of her heart. It is what drew me to her, and it is what makes her truly magnificent."

Aurelius looked at his father, a mixture of admiration and exasperation in his eyes. "You both are so weirdly perfect together," he muttered.

Esdeath chuckled, ruffling his hair playfully. "And that's why you're our son, my dear. You've inherited our best qualities and a bit of our weirdness too."

As the laughter filled the palace halls, Aurelius couldn't help but feel grateful for his unique and extraordinary family.

In the vast workshops and laboratories of Imperium Dominus, Primarch Perthramar Fireheart found his true passion: engineering and the art of war. Fafnir, the God Emperor, could often be found there, imparting his knowledge of strategy and combat to the young Primarch. But Perthramar's mind was constantly consumed by the complexities of mechanics and the thrill of siege battles.

One day, after achieving a breakthrough in developing a new type of energy shield, Perthramar rushed to find his parents. "Father! Mother!" he called, excitement brimming in his voice.

Fafnir turned with a warm smile, knowing exactly what his son sought. "Ah, Perthramar, my ingenious son! What marvel have you accomplished today?"

Perthramar beamed with pride, showing them the intricate designs and explaining the concept behind the energy shield. "I've managed to enhance the energy dispersal system, making it twice as effective in repelling enemy fire! With this, our defenses will be unparalleled!"

Esdeath, the God Empress, nodded approvingly. "Impressive, Perthramar. Your dedication to the craft is commendable."

But it was Fafnir's words that truly brought joy to the young Primarch's heart. "You've done well, my son. Your brilliance shines as bright as the stars, and your creations shall strengthen the Imperium."

Perthramar's grin widened, and his eyes sparkled with pride. The recognition from his parents meant everything to him. Their words were a source of inspiration, driving him to achieve even greater feats.

As time passed, Perthramar's engineering prowess only grew, and he became renowned for his innovative designs and strategic genius. Whether it was designing fortifications that withstood the most relentless sieges or creating advanced weapons that turned the tide of battles, he excelled in all aspects of warcraft.

With each accomplishment, Perthramar would seek the validation of his parents. They never disappointed him. Fafnir would offer guidance and share his own wisdom, and Esdeath would acknowledge his achievements with her icy yet affectionate demeanor.

In the training grounds of Imperium Dominus, Primarch Temujin Khan engaged in intense sparring sessions with his father, the God Emperor Fafnir. With lightning-fast strikes and swift movements, Fafnir's combat style was a sight to behold. Temujin, eager to prove himself, would try to match his father's speed and ferocity.

Their blades clashed, and Temujin's eyes gleamed with determination. He weaved in and out, attempting to mimic Fafnir's ranged shots with bolt pistols. Yet, no matter how hard he fought, Temujin always found himself on the ground at the end of the spar, gazing up at the sky.

"Why am I so slow?" Temujin wondered aloud after yet another defeat.

Fafnir chuckled warmly, sheathing his blade and offering a hand to his son. "You are not slow, Temujin. You possess great potential, and your skills will only improve with time and practice."

Temujin accepted his father's hand and rose to his feet, still feeling a bit disheartened. "But I can't keep up with you, Father. Your movements are like lightning, and I struggle to match your speed."

Fafnir placed a reassuring hand on his son's shoulder. "Remember, I have been honing my skills for centuries. It is only natural that I have gained a considerable advantage in combat. But that doesn't mean you won't catch up."

Temujin's eyes widened with curiosity. "Do you mean I can become as fast as you one day?"

Fafnir smiled warmly. "Indeed, my son. With dedication, training, and the passage of time, you will continue to grow and improve. Each battle you fight, every spar you engage in, will bring you closer to your full potential."

Feeling a glimmer of hope, Temujin nodded. "I won't give up, Father. I'll keep training and pushing myself."

Fafnir's eyes gleamed with pride. "That's the spirit, Temujin. Remember, the journey to mastery is not without its challenges. The key is to learn from each defeat and use it to become stronger."

As the days passed, Temujin heeded his father's advice and continued to train diligently. He sparred with Fafnir and sought guidance from him, always striving to improve. With each training session, he noticed his reflexes sharpening and his speed increasing ever so slightly.

One day, after a particularly fierce spar, Fafnir nodded approvingly at his son. "You're getting faster, Temujin. Your determination and hard work are paying off."

Temujin's eyes lit up with excitement. "You really think so, Father?"

Fafnir chuckled, ruffling his son's hair affectionately. "I know so. Keep pushing yourself, and you'll continue to surprise even yourself."

From that moment on, Temujin found renewed vigor in his training. He embraced the journey of growth and improvement, knowing that one day, he would match his father's legendary speed.

In the year 0200 of the Imperial calendar, the newly formed Astartes Legions under the leadership of Primarchs Aurelius Voidseeker, Perthramar Fireheart, and Temujin Khan embarked on a momentous campaign across the galaxies. United in purpose and bound by their loyalty to the God Emperor Fafnir and God Empress Esdeath, these Legions set out to face ancient enemies and conquer new territories in the name of the Imperium Dominus.

The White Scars, led by Primarch Temujin Khan, epitomized speed, ferocity, and unmatched skill in mounted warfare. Their warriors rode into battle atop swift steeds and struck with lightning speed, living up to their name as the "Emperor's Storm Riders." Under Temujin's guidance, the White Scars carved paths through enemy forces and spearheaded daring raids, securing vital victories for the Imperium.

Primarch Aurelius Voidseeker's Emperor's Children, on the other hand, were an embodiment of perfection and artistic finesse. Their combat prowess was honed to flawlessness, and they displayed a unique flair for the arts of war. Under Aurelius's guidance, the Emperor's Children struck with elegant precision and unearthly grace, leaving their enemies bewildered and disarmed.

The Iron Warriors, led by Primarch Perthramar Fireheart, were a formidable force with an unyielding resolve in engineering and siege warfare. Renowned for their mastery of technology and cunning tactics, the Iron Warriors relentlessly dismantled enemy fortifications and turned the tide of battles in the Imperium's favor.

Together, the three Astartes Legions formed a formidable alliance that exemplified the strength and diversity of the Imperium Dominus. They battled across galaxies, facing ancient threats and new challenges head-on. In each campaign, the Primarchs led their warriors with wisdom, courage, and an unwavering sense of duty to the Imperium.

In the midst of war, Primarchs Temujin, Aurelius, and Perthramar fostered unbreakable bonds with their Astartes, guiding and inspiring them to achieve greatness. The Legions' victories were celebrated, and their triumphs echoed across the stars, inspiring hope among Imperial citizens and striking fear into the hearts of their enemies.

35.3 Imperium Dominus Pushes on

Imperial Year 0201 saw a turning point in the conflict. The Aetherians' ancient magics proved formidable, bending reality itself to their will. However, the ingenuity of the Imperium Dominus and their Honkai-based technologies served as a potent countermeasure. Super Honkai Pylons, capable of nullifying supernatural forces, were strategically placed on targeted planets, rendering the Aetherians' magic neutralized.

Yet, the Aetherians were not easily deterred. They retaliated fiercely, determined to destroy the Honkai Pylons at any cost. These clashes were not without consequences, as both sides incurred significant casualties in their bid for dominance.

Despite the challenges, the Imperium Dominus pressed on with slow and steady conquest. Their vast intergalactic empire, rich in resources and determination, grew even more formidable. From controlling 15 galaxies, they now expanded their dominion to an astonishing 30 galaxies within just three decades.

The Aetherians, once rulers of the cosmos, found themselves facing an adversary unlike any they had encountered before. The relentless pursuit and military prowess of the Imperium Dominus were unyielding, and their technological advancements proved to be the key to overcoming the Aetherians' ancient magic.

For every Aetherian world discovered, the Imperium Dominus struck with precision and force. The Primarchs led their legions in surgical strikes, dismantling Aetherian strongholds and obliterating their power bases. The Imperium Dominus was resolute in its mission to eradicate the Aetherians and secure the safety of the Universe.

As the Imperium Dominus eliminated the Aetherian worlds and their serving domains, Fafnir, the all-knowing God Emperor, was keenly aware that this was just the beginning. The Aetherians' vast civilization spanned across the cosmos, and the worlds they had eradicated were but a fraction of their population. Many more of them still slumbered, waiting to awaken and unleash their ancient powers upon the Universe.

However, the Imperium Dominus was not without its own means of countering the Aetherians. With each Aetherian world conquered, the Artificers of Imperium Dominus delved into the depths of Aetherian technology. Through meticulous study and reverse engineering, they sought to understand the intricacies of the Aetherians' ancient magics and the marvels of their advanced technology.

The Artificers' expertise combined with the already formidable technological prowess of the Imperium Dominus proved to be a potent combination. As they analyzed Aetherian artifacts and systems, the Imperium Dominus developed new means of defense and offense against their ancient foes.

Moreover, Fafnir's divine guidance and his Primarchs' strategic brilliance played a crucial role in the Imperium's success. They orchestrated calculated strikes and surgical attacks, exploiting weaknesses in the Aetherian defenses and employing Honkai-based technologies to counter the Aetherians' reality-bending magic.

Each victory, though hard-won, revealed more of the Aetherians' strengths and vulnerabilities. The Imperium Dominus used this knowledge to refine their strategies and refine their technology. With every engagement, they inched closer to their ultimate goal of locating and neutralizing the remaining Aetherian worlds.

Yet, Fafnir remained wary. He understood the vastness of the Aetherian civilization and the potential consequences of underestimating their slumbering forces. As the Imperium Dominus continued its relentless campaign, Fafnir's mind was already contemplating how to face the full might of the Aetherians when they awakened.

The Universe was embroiled in a struggle for supremacy, and the Imperium Dominus had taken its place at the forefront of this epic confrontation. Fafnir's divine wisdom and foresight guided his people, while the Primarchs led their legions with unwavering determination.

35.4 12 Primarchs and Astartes Legions and Population of the Intergalactic Empire of Imperium Dominus

Primarch Valerian Ironclaw - Dark Angels

Primarch Novastra Wolfsbane - Space Wolves

Primarch Titus Thunderwrath - Ultramarines

Primarch Magnus Stormrider - Thousand Sons

Primarch Calista Solaris - Blood Angels

Primarch Isolde Moondancer - Word Bearers

Primarch Horus Darkbane - Luna Wolves

Primarch Aetherius Shadowfall - Night Lords

Primarch Mordecai Ashbringer - Death Guard

Primarch Temujin Khan - White Scars

Primarch Aurelius Voidseeker - Emperor's Children

Primarch Perthramar Fireheart - Iron Warriors

Total population of Imperium Dominus: 20 Septillions

Each Primarch leads a minimum of 1 Astartes Legion with a minimum of 10 million Astartes each.

Each Primarch leads 1000 Mortal Auxiliary Legions with a minimum of 100 million mortal soldiers each.