The God Emperor of Mankind stood stoically near his port window watching the stars drift past with an uninterested expression. Leading humanity into a golden age meant that he had to have a hand on the heartbeat of his people, so when whispers of heresy met his ears he would sometimes personally intervene. His large hands drifted over the parchment in front of him, detailing his visitors supposed crimes against humanity… against him

In the reflection of the window his ever changing form wavered and morphed seemingly at random. Young then old, tall then short, rich then impoverished, handsome then deformed, masculine then feminine; he was all of his forms and yet none of them. A swift knock at the door tore his attention from the window. He turned his expression hardening, his jaw clenching as he forced his thoughts into order.

“Enter.” he drawled his soft baritone voice echoing in the large chamber.