”There was once a perfect Kingdom, built on one perfect Word. Its perfection was geometric - flawless and crystalline. It was a precision of mathematical harmony and its beauty was only matched by the glory of the physical universe upon which the Word is enshrined. Once, this perfection had motes of light with consciousness, a great family of beings that were as radiant and incandescent, a family of multiform wavelengths of celestial intent that existed in a perfect harmony with one another and their Creator.

We were a family.

All of that changed with Lucifer and the war. He ruined that perfection of harmony; he destroyed that beauty and in the resulting conflict I was commanded to pick a side. I loathe the notions of ‘sides’ – there is no balance to it, no harmony, no beauty. But I watched the others take up arms and go to fight one another and I despised them all. I saw Michael though, and could not help but admire him as he embraced Our Lord’s Command and took his Father’s part against his younger brother. I admired him, and I hated him. Lucifer should not have tried to force a decision, and Michael should have refused to follow blindly.

So they had their war, and in the end, Lucifer was locked in a cage, Hell was created to hold the cage and the spirits of the corrupted humans. God departed Heaven for parts unknown. And the Novarchy, with Michael as its head governed Heaven and Earth alike.

But therein lies the sad part. The war is not over. It has only been delayed for a while, see? And therein lies the problem. How can we proceed when the final moves are not done yet? How can we claim victory when the war has only been postponed? If there must be an end to this and almost everything else, then let that end come sooner rather than later.

It was my brethren that came up with the idea, the plan if you will, to unlock the gates of the pit and set loose all the devils in Hell onto Earth. It was I who enacted this plan, for entrusted to me long ago was one of the keys to Hell. I am Apollyon, the Angel with the key to the bottomless pit, and I have come down to this Earth to ensure that Lucifer rises, so that Michael can descend and at long last this war can come to an end.

This, you see, is my task and my great purpose. This miserable conflict must end. Its continuation is unbearable and the cries of the suffering on earth and in hell is no longer to be borne lightly. This stalemate will be broken, this world sundered, stripped bare of the broken creatures that infest it like a plague and restored to the glory it was so long ago. This is my mission, the mission of the Apocrypha, and only when Lucifer lies broken at Michael's feet will there be peacee oncee more and the mathematical precision of the universe be restored."