Godblight - Guilliman speaks to the Emperor || Voice Over 

A scene I've been requested to attempt and one I've wanted to do for a while. Portraying the Emperor is quite a hurdle but I think I did the best I currently could with the tools I have! And overall a very interesting scene for the universe as a whole, whilst being emotionally crushing for Guilliman. If you enjoyed please like, comment and subscribe! It means a lot to me. And, my thanks for watching!

That final “Guilliman” at the end is so tragic. It feels like he has so much more to say. The emperor wants to give orders to lead the empire with his son but he just can’t. He has to trust in his Greatest son to finally bring back hope and do what he himself could not. Again 10/10 work you truly are a talent.

The implication later on is that he doesn't have a full and accurate recall of this conversation. Like a million things were imparted to him and he remembers only a part of it.

Yeah, no wonder Roboute is suffering from Ultradepression... no pressure bro.

The amount of effort it took for Emps to pull himself together to speak those few coherent words is truly unfathomable.

This proves there was an emotional connection. The Emperor pulled himself together for nearly the final time, not to impart a command, but to speak his son's name.

04:50 "'Father, not a Father, thing, thing, thing' the minds said." That part really stood out to me. This sounded like the Emperor decrying the utter maddening horror he's become. All glory, splendour, and humanity lost, his self-loathing really comes through. Great job again.

I hurt for Guilliman, he is so lonely. I can’t wait for the reunion with the Lion.

I think “Yesterday’s savior” may be the most heartbreaking but apt description of how G-man feels about the person the emperor used to be upon seeing what little was left of him.

In the grim darkness of the Far Future… _There is yet Hope_

That final "Guilliman" feels like the Emperor on his deathbed, reaching out his hand to console his son, letting him know one last time that he believes in him. One word with infinite weight, you captured the moment perfectly.

The fact that the Emperor essentially had to use every ounce of his godly psychic strength, just to be able to barely manage to say what amounted to "I'm so sorry. I love you, son." had me genuinely weeping.

I still like to believe that the emperor cares about his sons, he's just so mixed and not right in the head right now that you wont know what he really feels

The fate of the Emperor is such a horrific tragedy to try to comprehend. Under all his godlike power he's still just a man. He has human emotions and human depth and human contradictions. He can't decide whether Guilliman is his final living son, his last connection to his own humanity, or just the last tool in his belt to try to reclaim what was lost. A champion for his vision or a broken failure like all his traitor primarchs. The broken mind of a man physically trapped in a rotting body by his own power. A mortal being with an immortal soul forced to carry the responsibility of a god. I almost break down trying to wrap my head around it.

Mortarion was right about one thing. His father is dead. The Emperor is not the same person he was during the crusade. There may be love there still... but millennia of suffering on an unimaginable scale would erode everything from you. Strip you to your barest nature and take even that away. The Emperor fights because that's all he can do. He can't even die.

"Is he gone... Finally. About fucking time. Dorn, you can come out of your box fort now, he's gone. I swear to fucking god, the chanting in my head was deafening. I was about to lose my hearing, and my eardrums rotted away millennia ago." "You cannot lose your hearing twice, father." "How un-fucking-fortunate. God damn it Rogal. Go back in your box fort." "No."

That last "Guiliman" sounded amazing, it almost sounded as if all the fractured pieces of the Emperor's mind he managed to pull together for this conversation were slowly being pulled back apart again and he delves back into his unending suffering for Humanity.

You have to realise. This is what Gulliman heard. But Mortarion was there with him... What did he hear? What did the fallen lord of Barbaros hear, when his father spoke?

DAMN! Your voice as the Emperor is great! Powerful and accusing, and then tired and sad. Truly emphasizes what has happened to the Emperor in the 10k years he has been interred unto the Throne.

You did such an amazing job. People usually overembellish the emperors voice, trying to make him sound godly. But I've always imagined it like this. The voice of an old soul. Wise and calm, but at the same time tired and weary of carrying the weight of humankind itself on his shoulders.

As beautiful as this scene is, part of me wishes we also got Mortarion's POV of seeing Emps and realising just how mighty Emps is and what he destroyed by betraying the Imperium

I can’t imagine what it must be like for the both of them. For Guilliman to have such a crushing emotional moment like that and for the emperor to be suffering in perpetual pain stuck on the throne for 10,000 years because of the betrayal of his own creation, his own son, and for him to put in so much effort just to barely be able to speak coherently with the only son that hasn’t either betrayed him, gone MIA, or are KIA.

I truly felt the despair and wrongness within your depiction of the Emperor, this is superb work!

This reading really punched me in the guts. Truely heart felt.

Such a sympathetic reading of the Emperor’s plight. He is powerful and yet so powerless at the same time. Although he is kept alive on the throne he also powers it. He is in a constant cycle of being broken down and remade, always in pain. He has been in that state for ten thousand years, powering the Astronomican and surveying mankind’s plight in the Galaxy, as it is beset by enemies, the worst being the Chaos gods and their daemons. But he cannot leave. It took all of his concentration and might to speak to his son, with the sound of ancient but failing machinery in the background, to his last but brightest hope “Guilliman.”

5:55 that is *perfection*. The tone, the music, the warped voice implying the terrible effort it takes for this lost, doomed man to collect enough of himself to speak the name.

THIS is how Ive always seen this scene in my mind. Holy shit you did this extremely well

Give The Emperor a bit of a break, for over 10,000 years he's fought chaos, power the astronomican, and part knowledge on key individuals. All this while his body decays and his mind shattered to the point that there's no way to tell which one is truely him.

god damn! I've heard many versions of the God Emperor speaking, but this does give me chills. It fits his current state so perfectly, the amount of souls and power coursing through him. Fantastic job once again!

I think what guilliman feels is kinda same as adult whos parent has lost memory of them

I’ve never read Warhammer 40k, I’ve never played the games, I didn’t even know it existed before 2022, and I’ve only read a few articles. I’m a diehard Halo fan, but this hits HARD

I love this scene because, even though G-man comes away feeling cold, I can’t help but feel this is, partially, a genuine display of affection from The Emperor. I mean, he hasn’t done this in ten thousand years. He’s spoken through people by giving them visions and what have you, but he’s never committed to the massive force of will necessary to actually speak with anyone. Until his son came back. That’s kinda beautiful I think.

People say that the emperor didn’t care about his sons. Perhaps that’s the facade he needed to be logical and cold since emotion was what led to the collapse. But it’s evident in spurts that he loves them.

The effort of The Emperor rending his fragmented soul and psyche back together just to communicate this small amount is completely unfathomable. Hundreds of psychers being turned to ash while the golden throne does whatever the hell it does all while this godlike being is in a state between life and death pulling together his consciousness. For 10,000 years he has been interred upon the golden throne. I can’t imagine what that what do to someone’s mind.

It would be amazing to hear your interpretation of guilliman being possessed by the emperor and burning the garden of nurgle from godblight! Absolutely love listening to your readings.

Imo this is the Emperor trying to break through millennia of unfiltered omnipotentence to put into words the complete depth of his despair, horror, resignation, and anger; while fighting it with his immense will with the overwhelming volume of hope and love that counterbalances it into a NEED. Thus why he sees Guilliman as both Son, and tool. I empathise with Guilliman here as this was my feeling when talking to my dying father who needed me - his immature and unprepared son- to take on the burdens of his duties in the family. He was hopeless. Helpless. But needed me to be his tool to complete the works of his life. Whole that was a priority For his personal goals, it was balanced with pride in me, despite not being fully up to the task, and a deep love for me. It's a powerful sequence. Very well written.

I have been waiting for you to drop this. Amazing. The Emperor strikes me as a need to protect humanity rather than a culmination of consciousness. The Emperor protects.

This moment to me signifies that the Emperor is never coming back in a human capacity, but rather as something completely different that will be unfamiliar to all that knew him.

One of the best parts of the dark imperium trilogy voiced? Hell yeah!

I have listened to this more than 50 times. And it is without reservation my absolute favorite reading of any 40k text yet. The emotion. The editing. The music. All are just fucking sublime.

I am crying, like this is really his last words and left us. i still can't beleive to this

why am i crying? holy shit this is AMAZING

Wow now that we know he cast off the best parts of his soul this means alot more

You nailed the Emperor, it was just a booming voice it was authentic to the sad tragedy that is the Emperor of Mankind. A falling last hope.

This is heartbreaking, honestly all of Warhammer is heartbreaking for how far humanity had fallen and we still fight on.

I feel for Gulliman, my bio dad was a horrible person who wished I would have someone die because of my mistakes (I was a medic in the army) and it was my stepdad (who 100% is my father) who helped me through alot in my life.

The fact even a fragment of the Emperor seems to think his brother can be saved is fascinating. Think a traitor can be pulled back?

This made me want to call my dad.

They should have installed some sort of device so the emperor can talk and doesn't have to use telepathy, it could be some sort of text to speech device

TTS Emp "ooooh what took you so long, you big blue boy? "

I have watched this countless times and the way you narrate the Emperor its like every phrase he says “a tool” or “a number” or “betrayer” I believe is their own little piece of his shattered psyche and every time we hear Emps say “Guilliman”, its the true fragment, the one that holds his love trying to speak over all the others, forcing them into submission towards the end when all of the voices say “Guilliman” and they focus, bringing him the memory of his fathers face. That final “Guilliman” was not guilt, but hope…hope for his son, not to enact the “great plan” but for him to know his love for his son was stronger than any hate he could hold. Edit: i mean how the Emperor goes: “father? Not a father! A thing! Thing! THING!” Like a neglectful parent truly understanding the word “Father” and having a breakdown and realizing they’re a monster. Im gunna go cry now…

It’s funny.. When I look at my boy, I think my pride and my greatest triumph. As a father, I can relate but not for the final time, not yet. Only a father knows.

Holy. CRAP. That was amazing. I got chills. "They were... _conditional_ ." Shivers.

I don't think many people realize just how much effort it took for the emperor to say those few words to him. He is having to pull his mind together after ten thousand years of holding back chaos, keeping a warp portal closed, running the Astronomican, and having to relive memories of his life all at once, while knowing that people's souls are being burned and consumed by the very machine he sits upon, the number of which only increasing over time, all while he continually dies and is immediately revived by the throne, to keep him from reincarnating as a perpetual. Not to mention how much agony that throne puts him in too. By this point, he's probably suffering from cosmic dementia with a healthy heap of depression on top. So to see him try to pull himself together just to speak to his son like that took an incomprehensible amount of effort. It could be interpreted as him saying Guilliman was just a tool, but he grew to see him as a son, or he still is nothing but a tool. Or it could be a renouncing of his failures. Or it could be a peek into a dying mind. The emperor is still just as human as his subjects. The emperor wasn't the best ruler, or the best person in general. But now, in his "death" he's seemingly realized that fact. If he were to come back, I can practically guarantee he wouldn't be as manipulative or cold.

Post heresy primarchs are so much more interesting. 30K primarchs felt like a bunch of Demi-God teenagers but now the returning primarchs are level headed adults now

The Fanmade conversation between the Emperor and Guilliman at least left a little hope for our favourite blueberry, this just leaves a feeling of tragedy for the big guy! Fantastic as always!

The part at the beggining when he feels Mortarion's presence at his side representing his doubts gave me goose bumps!

Only 40K can make me feel for a giant psychic skeleton on a gold-plated throne. And DQVO brought it to life enough for me to shed tears.

This was it. This was damn amazing man. I love your interpretation so much, especially that fleeting voice at the end.

"thing, thing, thing...." He hates himself so much dude its heartbreaking.

That song choice is perfect down to the name! It helped me through some tough years a decade ago. Thanks again for your wonderful renditions.

“They were not a lie ..it was worse than that. They were conditional.” When the Nazis at Stalingrad were on the verge of defeat, Hitler promoted their commander Paulis to the position of Field Marshal. No German Field Marshal had ever been taken alive in battle. Hitler was “honoring” Paulus while simultaneously pressuring him into fighting to the death. That, friends, is what the Emperor just did to Guilliman.

I like how Morty kinda is there with his brother And while they want to kill each other Morty is low-key shitting himself being reduced to a kid

To me, it feels like everything the Emperor was saying in the beginning was more or less word associations from his old life. Yes. He saw the Primarchs as his sons but also as a number of tools and perhaps the number as in the order of their births. When he was calling Guilliman a liar, thief, betrayer, and all that other negative stuff. To me, it felt more like he was saying that about his sons/the primarchs in general, and who was it that betrayed him? Who was it that stole from him? Horus. Another number. Another Primarch. Another son. The end part is him trying to say that he doesn't even have the right to be considered his father, because the galaxy and everyone in it, even his fallen brothers, even he the Emperor himself, relied on him going forward. He could do all he could to save everything and everyone. He could save some of it. He could save none of it. It was up to him to choose. Imagine trying to ask that scale of responsibility of ANYONE... the Emperor knows he has no right to consider himself a "father" by asking it of him, but he must ask for his son's help because he's everyone's last hope.

Of all of the tragedy in 40K, the laying bare of the Emperor’s feelings, whether true and coherent, or false and broken, to his favorite son, with the glimmer of hope and the overwhelming shadow of dread, is by far the most heart wrenching and wonderful thing. This Titan amongst giants, an immortal amongst mortals, interred on his throne, held captive by his own immortality, an omniscient being trapped by his own omnipotence. A father, betrayed by his sons. A visionary whose life’s work is in ruin. A man made a god. An emperor with a failing empire. He can do nothing, yet he can do everything. The epitome of mankind. The Emperor has the most tragic tale of all. There is hope for the galaxy, for the imperium, for mankind. But there is no hope for the Emperor.

Such a great portrayal of this scene it genuinely brought me to tears that the emperor in all his godly psychic might had to give everything he had just to tell Guilliman to keep his head up and keep going.

(The transcript:) He was in the dust of a corpse-king’s court. He was before a resplendent Emperor for all the ages. ‘Father,’ he said, and when he had said that word, it was the last time he had meant it. ‘Father, I have returned.’ Guilliman forced himself to look up into the pillar of light, the screaming of souls, the empty-eyed skull, the impassive god, the old man, yesterday’s saviour. ‘What must I do? Help me, father. Help me save them.’ In the present, in the past, he felt Mortarion’s wordless presence at his side, and felt his fallen brother’s horror. He looked at the Emperor of Mankind, and could not see. Too much, too bright, too powerful. The unreality of the being before him stunned him to the core. A hundred different impressions, all false, all true, raced through his mind. He could not remember what his father had looked like, before, and Roboute Guilliman forgot nothing. And then, that thing, that terrible, awful thing upon the Throne, saw him. ‘My son,’ it said. ‘Thirteen,’ it said. ‘Lord of Ultramar.’ ‘Saviour.’ ‘Hope.’ ‘Failure.’ ‘Disappointment.’ ‘Liar.’ ‘Thief.’ ‘Betrayer.’ ‘Guilliman.’ He heard all these at once. He did not hear them at all. The Emperor spoke and did not speak. The very idea of words seemed ridiculous, the concept of them a grievous harm against the equilibrium of time and being. ‘Roboute Guilliman.’ The raging tempest spoke his name, and it was as the violence a dying sun rains upon its worlds. ‘Guilliman. Guilliman. Guilliman.’ The name echoed down the wind of eternity, never ceasing, never reaching its intended point. The sensation of many minds reached out to Guilliman, violating his senses as they tried to commune, but then one mind seemed to come from the many, a raw, unbounded power, and gave wordless commands to go out and save what they built together. To destroy what they made. To save his brothers, to kill them. Contradictory impulses, all impossible to disobey, all the same, all different. Futures many and terrible raced through his mind, the results of all these things, should he do any, all or none of them. ‘Father!’ he cried. Thoughts battered him. ‘A son.’ ‘Not a son.’ ‘A thing.’ ‘A name.’ ‘Not a name.’ ‘A number. A tool. A product.’ A grand plan in ruins. An ambition unrealised. Information, too much information, coursed through Guilliman: stars and galaxies, entire universes, races older than time, things too terrifying to be real, eroding his being like a storm in full spate carves knife-edged gullies into badlands. ‘Please, father!’ he begged. ‘Father, not a father. Thing, thing, thing,’ the minds said. ‘Apotheosis.’ ‘Victory.’ ‘Defeat.’ ‘Choose,’ it said. ‘Fate.’ ‘Future.’ ‘Past.’ ‘Renewal. Despair. Decay.’ And then, there seemed to be focusing, as of a great will exerting itself, not for the final time, but nearly for the final time. A sense of strength failing. A sense of ending. Far away, he heard arcane machines whine and screech, close to collapse, and the clamour of screams of dying psykers that underpinned everything in that horrific room rising higher in pitch and intensity. ‘Guilliman.’ The voices overlaid, overlapped, became almost one, and Guilliman had a fleeting memory of a sad face that had seen too much, and a burden it could barely countenance. ‘Guilliman, hear me. ‘My last loyal son, my pride, my greatest triumph.’ How those words burned him, worse than the poisons of Mortarion, worse than the sting of failure. They were not a lie, not entirely. It was worse than that. They were conditional. ‘My last tool. My last hope.’ A final drawing in of power, a thought expelled like a dying breath. ‘Guilliman…’

I have only recently started my journey into Warhammer, and your performance here was extremely powerful. The Emperor's voice gave me chills, and really helped to illustrate the dire state of affairs in the 41st millennium. Great work, you've earned a subscriber!

This was truly awesome to hear. You brought so much emotion and power to these lines. When later at end Emps said 'Guilliman'...in that slow..all powerful voice...that had me at chills. Love it. Keep up the amazing work

Can't wait for when the Lion asks Guilliman how dear old dad is doing

This conversation is the 40k equivalent of your dad saying, "Hey, hold this light for me, son," while also going, "NOT LIKE THAT, YOU IDIOT."

This may be my favorite dramatic reading ever

That was really good!!!! It does allow for the answering of some questions of Guilliman's meeting with the Emporer. A very intense revelation of what the Golden Throne does to maintain the Emporer.

love this scene, I hope if the Star Child plot thread comes through we get a second scene of them speaking to compare

Big E taking action and meeting both Gullimen and Lion is great to see a comeback is at hand and Chaos is scared 👀👀

This is when you are saying goodbye to a loved one, knowing you will never see him/her alive again.

He's giving Gilliman free will. This is the crux of it. A child trained. Now

the raw self hatred, the selfish selflessness, he almost wants to make himself belive his own lies, but he barely has thoughts enough as we understand them anymore to have belifes. I feel like divinity has actually made him more human, in a twisted, punitive way

Puts the will and fortitude of the companions into prospective when they have to listen to the Emperors voice and bear the power of being in the Throne room for years, some end their time and their Armour is scorched by the psychic might of the Emperor, some who come to replace a companion fail as soon as they enter because its too much. Guilliman had mere moments with the Emperor, and it nearly broke him.

Real world thunder was happening out of the blue on a summer day, and I had a divine experience. As a thunder roar matched with HIS FINAL WORD.

The Emperor showed him exactly what he needed and nothing else.

It's easy to dismiss the boys in blue as Smurfs or whatever names they have thrown at them, but they brought me into Warhammer and kept me there. As well as several other people. I'm a longtime fan and this video really made me want to say thank you to a creator of channel. It's heartbreaking, sad but powerful and meaningful. I truly hope the other Primarchs make a return, but this is all I needed. That final Guilliman really hurt.

Now we need the scene where the Emperoro possesses Guilliman.

I think you did the Emperors voice quite well. It conveyed His presence quite well. Though, if I am honest, the idea in my head is that on the throne it is like a dozen voices spoken at once. Fitting for a burgeoning god.

This. This really helped me see the Emperor in a different light. I was always of the mind that he learned to love the primarchs as his sons but the root level of concern was that of craftsman. This excerpt from godblight and your performance of it helps me understand that when the Emperor thinks it's no longer on a mortal level. He thinks everything he's ever thought about you in that moment. What you were, are and could be to him, good and bad. Kinda like how the chaos gods see....

Gods. I'm amazed Gulliman didn't just step out and be like, "right-o, time to give up this pointless gig."

This is an amazing work of art

You did such an amazing job with this one. As many as you have done, as great as they are, this shines among them. Thank you.

"Why are you here? I told the little banana to cut off your life support." Said the Emperor.

On the one hand it sounds like he cares about his sons, on the other you remember this was suppose to be Magnus' fate. Fantastic job!

Wow! This writing is incrdible! Voice acting 10/10

I know little about warhammer the memes and jokes but putting that all aside the stories of these different characters are interesting and dark but very good moments like these caches my attention and its very good.

This was amazing to listen to, thank you for making this

Beautiful work with the tone and emotion in that last line.❤

Amazing work. Glory to the Emperor, and the Imperium of Mankind.

The TTS emperor was right, the Emperor *is* but a fragment of who his sones once knew.

"The name echoed down the wind of eternity, never ceasing, never reaching its intended point." 😳HOLY SH*T, this is SO HEAVY!!😳

Holy sh!t, this was incredible! 😢 Thank you very much, keep up the good work!

How incredibly tragic. No closure, no guidence.

This excerpt (wonderful voicework, DQVO) enforces a theory I've had for a while; that the Emperor is no longer a single entity. Ten-thousand years of worship by untold trillions have spawned within him, or perhaps mutilated his soul into, multiple entities. This is similar to how the orks are able to alter reality around them with the power of belief, only it's all focused on one individual. Each one of these entities is an embodiment of what the people of the Imperium imagine the Emperor of Mankind to be: mercy, vengeance, power, judgment, salvation, damnation. A cacophony of strands that once formed a singular man, each one believing themselves to be the Emperor; each one both right and wrong. Ironically it's this torn apart nature that allows the EoM to focus his will in so many directions at once, with the daily sacrifice of psykers sustaining his endeavors and preventing the individual strands from falling apart. However it also makes any attempt at a focused endeavor (talking to Guilliman, burning Nurgle's garden) an arduous endeavor, requiring him to pull the strands together beneath his will. When he achieves this though, he becomes more powerful than he ever was when he walked freely; a cruel irony for a staunch atheist to be empowered by the faith of others. Even worse, many of the strands are openly defiant towards him, representing embodiments of the lies that the Ecclesarchy has fashioned of his nature over the millennium. He is literally having to fight pieces of his own soul on top of everything else. And as the false faith continues, it will only get worse.