The limitless refining hand of the Source-All's cosmic divinity, sent down to the world nestled in an egg. When he opened his eyes, he spread both hands wide, and from his hands came the mountains, from his palms came the oceans, and from his love came mortality. He remains at the Pillar of Creation, tended to by the Dragonhost. As aeons stretched endlessly, the gnawing, growing fear of the Harbinger and the End discolored the Dragonhost's gaze, til Heart's castle was empty and bare of pilgrims and tourists alike. And for all their fretting and posturing, they let the devil stride right into his arms.