Lofn looked out the view port, the flashing colors of the webway passing her by. She fingered long, hard, stiff length of Staff of Ulthamar. To one side were the bloody tissues after her first... experimentations with the staff. She had no idea that the staff had a Vibrate setting.
She exited the vessel in the throne room, landing on some Custodes. She exited in the seemingly empty room, surprised by the lack of guards. The only thing in the room was the wasted corpse of the God Emperor of Man-kind.
Lofn hefted the Staff of Ulthamar, gathering the warp for a rejuvenating stream of power that would ressurect the Scion of Man-kind and bring about a new Golden Age.
Lofn was startled, losing her concentration and the vast warp power disippating. Lofn turned to look at the boy, young man, standing oh so casually by the Golden Throne.
"Hello... who're you?"
"My name is unimportant, miss. My titles you may know me by my titles. The Star Child, for example."
"Never heard of it," Lofn said.
"Then how 'bout the God Emperor of Man-kind?"
Lofn pointed to the Corpse God on the Golden Throne. In response, the boy kicked it.
"This old hunk of junk? I haven't use it in 10,000 years!"
"Look, I don't have time for-"
She looked him right in the eye and she fell to her knees. A presence in the warp that outstipped Eldrad by far and possibly even the Gods of Chaos, a presence that powered the Astronomicon as an afterthought, a presence that was very much present, thank you very much!
"That's me. But, ya know, everyone calls me Lil' E."