I have walked upon a hundred proto-worlds, half built and failing - the early works of Mah's elder sisters. But here, for the first time, I have stepped onto a plane that, although raw and imperfect, teems with conscious life. They have order and architecture, society, and bureaucracy. It is a machine with so many moving parts, and yet - against all odds - it works. From the Chthonian dukes to the Avernic slaves, each individual a cog in the machine. Even the ousted Infernals have a part to play. They also have something called language - an alien concept, but one I find most fascinating. They name themselves demons. I shall make myself known to them - their first encounter with divinity. And then I shall use their love of language to bind them to me. I shall give this great machine a purp