The Emperor of Mankind
They shall be my finest warriors, these men who give of themselves to me.
Like clay I shall mould them, and in the furnace of war forge them.
They will be of iron will and steely muscle.
In great armour shall I clad them and with the mightiest guns will they be armed.
They will be untouched by plague or disease, no sickness will blight them.
They will have tactics, strategies and machines so that no foe can best them in battle.
They are my bulwark against the Terror.
They are the Defenders of Humanity.
They are my Space Marines and they shall know no fear.
The Emperor is the single light in the galactic sea of endless darkness. The Emperor protects humanity from its countless foes, from the daemons of chaos and from itself, for without His eternal wisdom, the Empire of Man would be no more.
The Emperor's spirit guides the vast star fleets of humanity through the treacherous and fickle Warp, His benevolent voice dictates the laws of the Ecclesiarchy, and His iron hand directs the battalions of the Imperial Guard.
The Emperor is more than a man, He has transcended the mortal realm of common men and become a God to His people. He
is the one true God, and all who claim differently are heretics, to be cast out of His fold and burned by His loyal servants as a shining example to every citizen of the Empire of Man.
Let no false prophets deceive, let no daemon tempt you, let no foul xenos lay a hand to your peers and let no witch cast her tainted spells on you, so says the Emperor, and so shall it be.
When humanity was at the precipice, when all that remained between the continued existence of Man and his total destruction was but a hair's breadth, the Emperor appeared and united the people of Terra. He wrested control from regional warlords and roving bands of outlaws, from the warring factions of Terra and her colonies, and He founded the Empire.
But much remained to be done, even after peace was made with Mars, for the Empire of Man lay in ruin, and was besieged from all sides.
Thus the Emperor, in His unending love for humanity, gave of himself, and the Primarchs were born. But the powers of Chaos were deeply afraid of the Emperor and His sons, and thus they took the infant Primarchs from their hidden home on Luna and scattered them throughout the galaxy.
Thus the Emperor took it upon Himself to find His sons, and raised a great and terrible army, the Space Marine Legions, to aid Him in His task. One by one, the Primarchs were rescued by the Emperor, and each of them given command of a Legion, to lead it for the glory and honour of the Emperor and the Empire of Man.
To this day, though He has already given so much, the Emperor continues to watch over us and protect us. His eyes are ever on each and everyone of us, nurturing us, caring for us, comforting us. The Empire of Man shall not falter nor fail as long as He is with us.
