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Their loss shattered the king’s confidence for but a moment,<br />
but that moment was all the opportunity the surviving <strong>Exalted</strong><br />
needed to hammer the Primordial into submission. All that<br />
remained after that was for them to destroy him, but such<br />
was their cruelty—and the horrid pseudo-mercy <strong>of</strong> the traitor<br />
Gaia—that they stayed their hands. In one final, perverse<br />
blasphemy, they sacrificed his fetich soul, castrated him and<br />
ripped his body inside out—all while forcing him to swear<br />
oaths that what they were doing was just and deserved, and<br />
to thank them for the privilege.<br />
Since that time, Malfeas has raged impotently. What few<br />
understand about this fallen king, however, is that his rage is<br />
directed not solely at the gods and the <strong>Exalted</strong> but inward as<br />
well. His lack <strong>of</strong> foresight enabled him to help create a world<br />
that could successfully rebel against him. In the war, he lacked<br />
the strength to protect the Neverborn, who died serving him<br />
and following his orders. From his prison, he lacks the power<br />
to crush all the <strong>Exalted</strong> and their god-mentors with them. For<br />
these failings, he rages against himself and against his fellow<br />
Yozis just as much. Where he was weak and shortsighted, so<br />
much more were they all. To punish them, and himself, he<br />
flagellates them with the searing, poisonous light <strong>of</strong> his fetich<br />
soul. Were it not for the Reclamation, he might be content<br />
to punish them thus for eternity. The Ebon Dragon’s plan,<br />
however, has given him hope that he will be able to share<br />
the pain with those who locked him away.<br />
THE SLAYERS<br />
Of the Solar Exaltations the Yozis now possess, Malfeas<br />
laid claim to those <strong>of</strong> the Dawn Caste. Into them he poured<br />
all <strong>of</strong> his rage and bitterness and lust for destructive revenge.<br />
He heaped upon them all the antipathy he still feels for the<br />
Solars who brought him low. In his way, he despises his Green<br />
Sun Princes just as much as he does those long-dead heroes,<br />
and he expects them to despise him and each other and their<br />
shared enemies with the same intensity. In this boiling rage<br />
are they united and bound to him. From it does their power<br />
derive. In it lies the core <strong>of</strong> their mission: They are to tear<br />
down and destroy the wretched things <strong>of</strong> Creation. They are<br />
to slay those whom Malfeas most despises.<br />
Yet, the rage <strong>of</strong> this caste is not mindless, just as Malfeas<br />
himself is not. Though much diminished, Malfeas is still the<br />
greatest <strong>of</strong> the Yozis. So too, then, must his Slayers be the<br />
greatest <strong>of</strong> the Infernal <strong>Exalted</strong>. If the Green Sun Princes<br />
are the Yozis’ great weapons against Creation, the Slayers<br />
are the vitriol that coats those weapons and gives them their<br />
hellish strength. The Slayers must rally the akuma and other<br />
sympathizers and lead them in vast waves across the face <strong>of</strong><br />
Creation. When heroes rise to defend what the gods hold<br />
dear, the Slayers must tear them limb from limb, bathe in<br />
their blood and hoist their bones on battle standards lauding<br />
damnation. They must terrorize and conquer Creation and<br />
make all its inhabitants feel the fury <strong>of</strong> their bound demon<br />
lord. And when the Reclamation is <strong>com</strong>plete, they must<br />
aid their liberated master in starting the cycle <strong>of</strong> terror and<br />
destruction all over again.<br />
And perhaps, just perhaps, if the rage <strong>of</strong> Malfeas should<br />
ever subside, it will be the Slayers who finally put their master<br />
out <strong>of</strong> his eons-long misery.<br />
CECELYNE<br />
Of those who survived their defeat in the Primordial<br />
War, she who is now called Cecelyne was perhaps the most<br />
changed. Before her souls were broken and her sense <strong>of</strong> self<br />
shattered, she was an arbiter between the Primordials, keeping<br />
their conflicts civil and facilitating their cooperation whenever<br />
cooperation was called for. Her authority derived from<br />
her relationship to the king, who was her younger brother,<br />
and was shored up by the hierarchical pilings put in place<br />
by the Primordial who became known as She Who Lives in<br />
Her Name. When rival Primordials sought an impartial party<br />
to resolve their differences, they turned to this even-handed<br />
princess. When wary Primordials sought rules to govern how<br />
they should act in hypothetical situations, she created those<br />
rules from whole cloth. When no one could agree on who<br />
next would challenge the king at the Games <strong>of</strong> Divinity,<br />
this Primordial established the playing order. She was the<br />
Primordials’ judge, their mediator, their lawmaker.<br />
The lawmaker princess fought bravely in the Primordial<br />
War, but she herself had designed the rules <strong>of</strong> warfare under<br />
which her fellows fought, and when the end became inevitable,<br />
she had no choice but to surrender. Her doing so, she<br />
felt, would set an example for those still fighting and bring<br />
the doomed conflict to a close. Yet, as her brother learned<br />
before her, she found that the gods and the <strong>Exalted</strong> were<br />
not magnanimous in victory. Her fetich soul was vivisected<br />
before her, plunging her into a temporary catatonia. When<br />
she regained awareness, she had be<strong>com</strong>e Cecelyne, the Endless<br />
Desert, wrapped around her mutilated brother and forever<br />
forced to keep him at a distance from that which he had<br />
helped design and create. She who had once been devoted to<br />
making just laws and fair rules for her kind became instead a<br />
hideous abomination stretched infinitely thin and possessed<br />
<strong>of</strong> the mad desire to expand ever further into infinity.<br />
This endless Yozi is still a lawmaker, however twisted her<br />
perception <strong>of</strong> what’s right might be now. Her law no longer<br />
upholds peaceful order, but rather venerates strength over<br />
weakness as the only worthwhile order. Those who are strong<br />
have the right under Cecelyne’s concept <strong>of</strong> law to exert their<br />
strength over those who are weak. Those who are weak must<br />
worship the strength <strong>of</strong> their betters and subject themselves<br />
to the will <strong>of</strong> the strong. Such is the only law between demons<br />
in the Demon City. When such is the only law between the<br />
beings <strong>of</strong> Creation, Cecelyne will finally bridge the distance<br />
between that place and Malfeas.<br />
THE MALEFACTORS<br />
From the 50 stolen Solar Exaltations, Cecelyne selected<br />
those <strong>of</strong> the Zenith Caste. Their original purpose was to<br />
glorify the Unconquered Sun and promulgate his righteousness<br />
across Creation. With only minor modifications, those<br />
Exaltations were easily reprogrammed with Cecelyne’s ver-<br />
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