Where the smell of brimstone is everywhere, in the throne of fire on the lake of carcasses and blood, sits the one who says only, "I hate".
 
In a metal room without a door, restricted to the walls by a hundred chains, his head cut open for all to see the swirling chaos within, is the one who says only, "I break".
 
In the vast wastelands where no mountains show on the horizon, and the days are blazing hot and the nights are deathly cold, goes the one who says only, "I walk".
 
In the echoing halls of a nameless temple, moving silently on marble floors and mumbling forgotten chants, in tattered robes is the one who says only, "I serve".
 
Where the mountains tower above the clouds and ground touches sky, peering down into the world from the single window in his tower, is the one who says only, "I see".
 
But before all of them came the one who is forever faceless, the all-powerful one who in the screaming void of the beginning had the nerve to proclaim, "I am!"