"Yes, one of your favorites. A woman you knew from your time when you were poor, who loved you for<em>you,</em>such a rarity in our social circles. Oh, and yes, Emperor of the Stars. Such a lovely ring to it, don't you think?"<br/><br/>He waves a hand dismissively. "So much to say, and most of it is so boring. And not really that important. What<em>is</em>important, though, is what attacked us. Now, you call them the Beyonders, but they take different forms, every time. That time? The constructs. Tens of thousands of them, descending on a hundred worlds, without warning. The strike was so quick, so efficient, it decapitated our leadership, it murdered entire systems, before we even knew it had happened. And so, we led. You and me, fighting side by side, leading armies, wielding the might of gods. We would wade into combat, shrugging off massed energy fire and crushing their troops with our bare hands. It was<em>glorious.</em><br/><br/>Of course, I simply adore the fact that you've subverted them to<em>fight</em>the Beyonders, this time around. Such a wonderfully delicious irony, even if no one recognizes it, but me. I have to wonder... deep down, do they remember? Do they have any concept of the atrocities they committed? Hundreds of thousands of humans, wiped out in a matter of hours, executed en masse? Entire continents, turned to glass, millions perishing in an atomic fireball... and those were the worlds we tried to save. One, they cracked the entire world like an egg. I think they were just trying to find what killed us the most efficiently."