In my time as Praefectus Praetario I took the confessions of many beings from many worlds, but none were quite so interesting as that rambling Chthonian. The beast was all slobber, tentacles and procrastination. Whether by strategy or incompetence he appeared completely incapable of addressing the matter at hand, but spent hours regaling me with tales of his homeworld. Most of his stories concerned the rivalries between his Duke and some other or the enslavement and unruliness of the Avernic, but he told me one story about Zaros, and it was of the time that the Empty Lord came to their world.