From whence all sub-beings come - Within the Altar of Myrkul's Vein
Well above the ground of the Aetherius transitive plane named Genesis a gigantic creature loomed high over a growing field of skyscrapers planted into the earth. A thin hairy carpet of Cognizance spires that forms the backbone of their renewable collection of this plane's resources. Expansion had the need of creation however and to that end Myrkul had brought its own force of creation. This place was known to Jinhai as the Altar of Myrkul's Vein named by Humankind long passed the shards of its creation delivered by a being known as Deiyi. Those shards a thing carefully organized and welded by the force of an overbeing's will to organize its mental forces against the black storm. In time what then was a small red dias became the housing and forge for a hundred thousand Psi-Seeds. A purpose writ in the Fallen Emperor's dictum then altered the purpose of that mechanism of creation. They would save mankind from the indignities of Aetherkind that the kingdom of Mankind could not be felled by the actions of a diety.
Then a crack in the black storm formed a natural thread through the planes to mountainous foci upon which the force of creation held it steady. They'd spread out from the precipice into Genesis then met another worthy of being the Emperor of Mankind. Slowly their limited inroads to the plane expanded as they moved from world to world seeking Mankind to protect as was Dicta. They died, as Humankind did at the will of Aetherkind, but some were saved. Rekindled, with the broken parts of comrades fully destroyed.
Upon the platinum-iridium alloy wreathed with psimass bonded to human blood a single creature raised its hands focusing on the task at hand. Spires alit next to him as the cognizance channels slammed their energies into the altar. The channels were now open and the brazier that could sustain a soul were lit. Firm ferroplasm bones on every surface threw light from the charge as more color directed in from genesis streamed in through entrance apertures. Each an active Way gate to lesser overbeings than Myrkul spreading more constructions across the infinity that is Genesis.
The white-eyed Adolefactus' protective robe loosed its tethers on the flowing blood carpet to which harsh mouthless voice elated at the new task, "Come brothers! How interesting to see you all bearing gifts! Today not only the Mada will bear new life. Or old life, I suppose, We'll see, hmmm? Let us see if we can return a few fallen to the Living Emperor."
Jinhai wasn't as much one for conversation a creature of order and habit that they were, "There are few. We have not yet begun rekindling after the current catastrophe for mankind."
Another Jinhai with a blue burning receptacle added, "Several thousand more receptacles may be required. The event is sizable but the Living Emperor is attending to the disaster."
Adolefactus shrugged in a gleeful tone,"I'll never be bored again at least! I wonder if these Rekindled are strong enough to survive the procedure. I suppose I may lose a few but nothing lost they hadn't already."
Pointing to rapid but flat swirl of blue-sparkling motes and distended space just ahead of the altar he added, Attend them to the Locus and let's get to work, shall we?"
Jinhai poured into the air from faceless robed men like the staff-bearing statue of the Fallen Emperor behind the altar to huge floating segmented worms. Glowing grey thunderstorms of psionic activity roiled across each surface and in one of the quadrant-vaned mouths at each end is clung a source of the Rekindled. Each unique to the individual but most bearing the Symbol of the Imperium on them as the imperial guards of the first attack were rekindled in host. The Jinhai didn't know who they were but diligently moved them in procession. Their other ends clasped together a ring of conductive order between each source. A frame upon which each man would be born anew.
The locus swirled with activity as Adolefactus raised both hands together blowing life into the malestrom focus. A fell wind of psimass bonded to the flesh that makes the living be raises in a swirl of Ichor. The speed of it hurling fast as the ring of Jinhai and souls turns faster. As those white eyes closed Adolefactus was witness to the storm of men that once were. Even the scribe of all beings found it difficult to hear every instrument in the orchestra of memories he could keep every symphony to itself. Every eddy and current in the fleshy potential of the Maelstrom locus finding its own design. Wisps of what became flesh and even metal returned to the design each rekindled remembered of their death. Organs re-writ, implants reborn, nothing left behind but shrapnel and detritus the soul refused to regard as its own. Each of the 11 bodies returned to wholeness the bonded fleshy psimass forming the memory of a healthy moment just before that ignanamous moment that destroyed them. In time the whirlwind was just a wisp as it spun pouring itself out in Humankind. The bodies ejected from a red gout in each Jinhai whom then stopped to reform into humanoid bodies. An inert source of the Rekindled in the hand of each.
At least Adolefactus was fairly sure they were all Humankind. The lines between symphonies seemed somehow different. There were a few Rekindled that sang at different timbres than the chorus of the Imperium. Jinhai slowed as the bodies turned hardened seared raw matter into the re-ignition of will. There was always a risk that the Rekindled would crumple under the strain and the source extinguish but he was fairly sure at least the harsh grey fireballs of sources emblazoned with knightly imagery would persist handily. They'd find themselves on an impossibly smooth floor a fresco above them lit with a skyline of the floating cities of Netheril that once were. Hooded Jinhai looking down upon them.