I am the lord of all the transients, miscreants, vermin, and garbage that have been rejected by the sickeningly immaculate world above. Those abandoned by the 'decent' sect of the world and thrust unto the raw death-sludge of the sewers beneath. Your neglect and wastefulness only fuel my dark dominion and we are steadily overtaking your vile stain under the wretched sun. And I will ride forth upon my kingdom of filth and smother out the flames of your lives.

An organic machine hard-coded into spacetime. Covered in blades, cutting edges and razorwire, time is its to command. Incomprehensible speed and precision, and access to its Tree of Pain - a vicious implement to broadcast pain in an effort to ferret out a furtive deity. (Crossover between StarMan DX and The Shrike from Hyperion Cantos).