#because they have to transport the emperor's stolen nose for a hefty sum of money

[lockhartandlych]

Two of the foremost Adeptus Custodes stand at their eternal vigil, minding the final set of gates, beyond which lie the Golden Throne. They don't move, barely blink. They only breathe once a minute. Such is how they were made by the Emperor of Mankind.

Augmented ears hear a voice. Distant, faint. High pitched with a lilt that marked it as unmistakably Eldar. It came from within the chamber.

"GOT YOUR NOSE!"

In less than a second the doors are forced open. The guards race into the room at an inhuman speed. But it is too late. They can only stare at the Throne in horror.

The Emperor lies before them, a rotting husk atop a brilliant Golden Throne, as usual.

But the nose? The nose is gone.