The being known as Mephet’ran came to us, speaking honeyed platitudes and halftruths, and to my shame we heeded its words. We exchanged the soul of our race for the illusion of emancipation. My revenge, when at last it came, earned me but a sliver of satisfaction. It pleases me to know that this avatar of disruption is now slaved to the cause of Necron dominance and galactic order. I only hope that this is as torturous a fate for the Deceiver as the weight of failure is for myself.