My Claim as God Emperor

Taking a seat upon the bed, Pertinax flopped backwards, sprawling out the best he could upon the small mattress while looking up at the angular, thatch roof of the inn before closing his eyes as he activated his innate Warp gift unique to him alone. While his father, Neoth [Alexander the Great, Saint George the Dragon Slayer, Napoleon (1), and eventually The Emperor of Mankind], had the innate gift of seeing all future fates, allowing him to plan contingencies and failsafes for the possible futures, Pertinax's gift was of a different sight. He was gifted with what he called the Sight of Fate. He was able to see entire swaths of destiny through the past and present, and none he viewed were wiser of his presence. He had looked into the past and watched his father tear down the Tower of Babel, he saw the present awakening of the first 3 Chaos gods during the Medieval Ages, alerting his father during their cold war. He had witnessed the consumption of nearly all Aeldari upon Slaanesh's birth before the storms trapped him and his ship for nearly twenty five millennia so that they were unable to return to Terra to assist his father.

He watched in on his originally thought father's betrayal when he reached out to the Ruinous Powers to begin the creation of his youngest sons, the Primarchs, the Emperor's eventual deceit with hiding the Primarchs and then Erda's betrayal before leading into the nightmares of 30k and 40k, and being forced to watch as what had once been shown in stories, occurred in reality.

He had witnessed every defining moment of all entities that had impacted the Warp in some shape or form. Witnessing the turning of the Necrontyr, the birth of the Old Ones and C'tan, and even learning how the enslavers came about in the Warp. Every secret that twisted the weaves of fate were made known to him, and yet for the life of himself, Pertinax never was able to figure out how this was the case, except for the sole fact of the nearly imperceptible tether that connected him with the Well of Eternity. A tether that not even Tzeentch was aware of nor capable of breaking.

As he found himself floating within the void of the Warp, instead of seeing madness like all others faced or vivid visions of the future like his father and several other stronger and more attuned psykers, he instead found himself looking upon a giant resonating string that pulsed and glowed before dimming at one edge. Reaching forth, he touched upon the string, yet found no difference from the last vision he had witnessed. The vision of his father's final decision. His final sacrifice for mankind.

"Odd. At least something should be occurring now. Even if not here, somewhere else in creation that draws the Warp's attention, no?"

Opening his eyes, a thoughtful frown formed upon his face as he began trying to understand any possible reasons as to why his gift was not currently showing him any new changes within the present. After all, it had been both a long and short time since he had forcefully dived through the Warp, unless he had gone too deep and his gift was being affected by the fact that he was no longer in the shallow waters of the Warp that he was originally used to.

With a groan, he closed his eyes and drifted into sleep, sifting through all his memories to better plan what he would need to do the following morning.

Upon awakening, he finds a newly made pail of warm, clean water has been brought to his room for personal use, allowing for him to clean himself before making his way down the stairs to the tavern to get himself some morning breakfast.

The old innkeeper is quickly moving about as he nervously glances both at Pertinax and then the door, while his eldest son appears to be restocking their barrels of mead. A gentle psykic brush against their minds allowed him to immediately know the reasons for their nerves.

The two were afraid that Pertinax would be like the other male gods that they have heard about, forcefully bedding mortal women against their wills, due to the fact that their daughter/sister who was nearing marriageable age was in the kitchen. The second reason for the old innkeeper was the concern of his theft being found out by Alcibiades and the aristocrat sending guards to break in and arrest them.

A sly smirk graces his lips as he takes a seat at an empty table, noting the couple other guests who are eyeing his regal appearance with hints of shock and greed before he turns his attention back to the innkeeper who quickly brings out the meal.

"C-Cooked lamb stew, pig slices, bread, and mead for you milord?"

"Thank you." A gracious smile is given before Pertinax begins to enjoy the warm food, savoring the moment as a mischievous twinkle glitters in his eyes.

Several minutes pass before the inn door bursts open, bronze armored guards rushing into the room as they quickly look over the inhabitants.

"Halt in Lord Alcibiades name! This inn is now under investigation and none of you are allowed to leave until we finish!" The first hoplite to enter shouted out before rushing to the innkeeper and forcefully grabbing him. "Where is the outsider?!"

The innkeeper shook his head in fright as his eyes quickly flickered to Pertinax, not wanting to anger the god. The hoplite captain, enraged that a mere commoner would defy his command, glanced at his men. "Search the building! Find him!"

Pertinax continued to eat his meal, deeming these mortals as not much of a threat though already having decided to use this moment to declare himself, and at least build enough reputation in the city to guarantee his future "requests" would be met.

The hoplites quickly rush through the building, several entering the kitchen while others rush up the stairs to begin forcefully entering the rooms above to look for Pertinax. Two of them pause to notice the regal looking man sitting upon one of the tables, but not noticing any guards or servants attending him, deem him as either a false noble or a merchant pretending to be a noble to stroke his own ego.

"Where is the stranger!" The hoplite commander throws the innkeeper against the wall as his men force his son to kneel and drag his daughter out of the kitchen before throwing her next to her brother. "Agapetos! Have you found him yet?!"

A familiar hoplite rushes to stand before his captain, casting a lingering glance towards the noble looking man as a sense of familiarity washes over him alongside visible confusion. "No sir! We have not been able to find the stranger!"

The captain turned his attention back to the innkeeper with a growl. "Tell us where he is, or I will order my men to kill your son and rape your daughter."

"Silence." A cold voice echoes out, drawing the attention of everyone in the room as they turn to glance at Pertinax, noticing the immediate scowl across his face as he eyed the hoplite captain.

Letting go of the innkeeper, the captain's eyes gleamed evilly as he prowled towards Pertina, though immediately pauses as fear coats his face and poster when his mouth opens and closes several times yet no sound comes out.

Finishing his last bite, Pertinax wipes his mouth before standing up and glancing towards Agapetos before calmly stating, "I am he."

Agapetos' eyes widen in shock before realization dawns upon him. A god stood before him and his brothers, and they, along with their captain, had inadvertently drawn his ire. Before he could rush forward and beg for forgiveness Pertinax's cold, dignified voice rang out.

"Take me to the aristocrats and gather as many of the city's warriors as possible. You have half a shadow's length (2)."

With a nod, both the hoplite captain and Agapetos quickly rushed about before the other hoplites nervously exited the room, leading Pertinax through the city towards the central market, holding the most open space.

He waited there, upon the raised steps of what appeared to be a temple to the supposed god king of time, Cronus. Half an hour passed as more hoplites rushed into the square, several of them dragging struggling aristocrats while a few aristocrats appeared to arrive alongside loyal hoplite guards. Finally, the first hoplite captain and Agapetos both came before Pertinax and kneeled, silently praying they had appeased him and gained forgiveness without great punishment.

Looking over the growing crowd, He watched as even civilians began to gather, trying to understand why several tens of warriors and all the aristocrats had gathered before the temple. Silence blanketed the square when he finally drew breath, a breath that echoed in the ears of everyone within the city.

"Hear me, city of Edamnos. I am Pertinax Macedon, God Emperor of Creation, Custodian of Freewill, and son of the God Emperor of Mankind. I declare myself regent and name this city holy and divine." Lightning cracked in the sky before a large bolt struck down, blowing the temple to Cronus apart.

Yet, the flying boulders didn't fall upon anyone. Instead, in fear and awe, they watched as the boulders floated above their heads before softly floating down to lie upon the ground beside many of them.

"I am the Shepherd of the Dawn, The Rising Sun, the Eternal Flame, and Keeper of all Souls. From this moment forth… You will obey."

1. These are all the hypothetically "confirmed" names Neoth / Big E has gone as through the ages, with very strong evidence to support both Alexander the Great and Saint George the (Void) Dragon Slayer while bits of evidence speculate the possible claim as Napoleon and even George Washington. As for the argument of Jesus, if I recall correctly, there was a short story released where Emps was actually one of Jesus' many disciples and then watching how the world butchered him and then twisted his words and teachings (hence possibly leading his belief towards Atheism and a society built upon science instead of religion).

2. I couldn't find any information pertaining to how people would reference a sun dial, so I am just using a shadow's length to indicate a sun dial's passage of time, which we can roughly equate to half an hour our time.