Warhammer's New Emperor: I Kicked the Emperor Off the Golden Throne

I kicked the Emperor off the Golden Throne and said, “You think you can sit on this throne? I'm taking it. Get lost.” Not only did the Emperor not get angry, he even ordered the Custodes to protect me and told me not to leave. The Custodes and the loyalists of the Imperium said I probably wasn't as loyal as he was. I died, then four “gods” picked me up. Khorne, Tzeentch, Nurgle, and Slaanesh: the four Chaos Gods of the Warhammer 40K universe, lined up to brainwash me. “The Emperor is a usurper! The Golden Throne should have been yours!” “Take our power, attack Terra, overthrow the Emperor, and destroy the throne!” Chen Mo looked at the four gods' earnest expressions and nodded. “Fine, I'll go.” So he led thirty-seven thousand Chaos Space Marines and five hundred thousand fanatics, slaughtered his way through the Solar System, stormed the Imperial Palace, and fought all the way to the Golden Throne. The four gods cheered wildly in the Warp. “Quick! Destroy it!” Chen Mo took a deep breath and kicked the Emperor's withered bones away. Then he turned around and plopped down on the Golden Throne. The four gods: ??? The Emperor's bones climbed up from the floor. He worked his rusted bones, stiff from ten thousand years of disuse, and patted Chen Mo on the shoulder. “Thanks. Hold down the fort. I'm off to fight.” That day, the entire Imperium celebrated the coronation of its new Emperor. The four gods raged helplessly in the Warp, but it was too late. The Imperium of Man was about to welcome a brand-new ruler. And the new Emperor's first order was: Make humanity great again.