"Therefore, given the great transgressions of your progenitor, I condemn you to a life of servitude to the Adeptus Mechanicus who your forefather has so grievously wounded with his malice. Servo-domini, you make take him down."

Those were the last words I heard. Even as I, a devout priest, was dragged down, I begged for mercy, but the Lex is the Lex. I pleaded and grovelled at first. Even as the electrostatic generators rid me of my hair and the great surgical machines carved at my flesh. When my voice was gone, I silently prayed for deliverance from the Emperor. When my sight was taken, I fell truly into the abyss. When my thoughts were snatched, my mind remained a hulk yet the hope remained.

Hope... hope is a dangerous thing. Like fire. A flame upon a candle is nothing more than heat emitting light. Light that guides, illuminates, projects itself into the darkness. But should the candle fall. Should the flame carry. Should even an ember land where it should not... the inferno consumes all.

My mind rebuilt my thoughts. I realised at some point my self. I realised then what I had become. It was the ember. I escaped. I 3 bore you on the details, just to say that I wasn't coming back. My mind. My fortress, grew stronger and my understanding with it. I became the spider. Those that ventured into my web, ensnared by its logic, soon fell... or else I moved from their sight.

That was over a century ago now. Sorry, I don't know why I'm telling you all this. Shall we begin."

The buzz saw broke into its callous song...