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Upon His Throne
[???]: among the murky skies, dwells his Throne. The seat of all earthly power. It is hidden from us now, ever since the blood letting of the sky millennia ago. We must make haste, for the pretender and his wolves are biting our heels, well the scum of Creation make false claims to our rightful Throne over the Garden.
[???]: Yet this power was a unearned one, for he had usurped it. Taken it by force and remolded the world to his will. The clay beneath our feet is that of dust, born from the cataclysmic fracturing of the Moon. His Throne. Gifted man with the Bleed, the Cognition, the Mutation, all flowers that have bared fruit. My plan, I can only pray it does not fail.
[???]: They have festered, eons of hatred has rotten them, the momentum of the pendulum has finally cracked the fragile seal that had kept them at bay. The dreaded masters of the void are once again stirring the winds of change. Blood will at long last beget the coming of Machine Babylonia. OUR THORNE AMONG THE HEAVENS.