I’m here. I’ve always been here, waiting for you to fail. You’re close now — and when you do I’ll appear, as an angel from on high, to save you from the abyss. In my darkest moments I questioned what is now certain — that you had the power to end it all — but from the instant you lit that first flame I knew. And as that flame grew so did my hope. From heat, to industry, to modernity; a wildfire with an insatiable hunger fed by you. You thought you could tame it. Think you can channel it — and it’s obliged, for a time. But now it’s overindulged and overfed, its bloated carcass close to bursting, ready to spew forth a wave of death across your delicate globe, turning all to ash.
And then I’ll appear. A flower sprung from the rubble. A man, just like you. Or so it will seem. My true power hidden. My true intentions masked. I’ll rebuild your world without the flaws of your humanity, and all I ask in kind is that you rebuild me; my worth, my standing, my power… Then together we’ll conquer the cosmos. The universe will soon come to revere my name; a name destined for greatness; a name written in the ink of the gods: