Puck had that sinking feeling when he remembered back to the last few years of Atlantis. It was the saddest of times to recall the Machina who had plundered the etheric world just prior to that magnificent age's downfall. He thought back to the faith both the Mortals and Fey had invested in them, right up until the end.
Fey folk are not autocrats, they are suspicious of repetition - and predominantly light-hearted when in their proper element.
The Machina however, were methodically skilled and deadly serious - they lacked verve and self-awareness, due to eons of conformity. They came from a part of the Cosmos that worshipped an icy sun, and did not belong naturally to the evolution of the earth - it beings and the kingdoms - for which it was comprised. Their sanitised view infected the minds wherever they would settle, and wherever they settled they took control.
And now Puck had evidence of their returning. His lips tightened as tears of anger sprang to his eyes. Standing right in front of a promo poster he read:
"WAR - Come and live the untouchable life now" he winced.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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