Varakleion, the tri-sided

"Attend, Hidden-by-radiance, I have some questions."

"I would waste words speaking to you apostate..." He rattled the artifact-grade bonds he'd been chained in.

"That's where you're wrong, I'm not an apostate..."

"Lies..."

"I'm incapable of lying, like any first-generation descendant of uncorrupted primordials..."

Hidden-by-radiance spat on the floor.

"My birth is a documented fact, as is my parentage... I was the product of a tryst between Cytherea and the Great Maker, Cecelyne stole me away, hid me in the great desert, after the Primordial war. I am the son of your God, Chosen of The Great Maker, have you no respect?"

— Canticle of the Wastes.