Many would argue that, amongst the stars and the ranks of chaos, one would have to resort to violence or intimidation to assert their point. In a lot of cases, perhaps they would be right. Hagar, however, saw different. One belief he shared with the lord of decay and life, it is that all sorts of life forms are sacred, even daemonic ones.

"Aaaah, yes, I get it... Hold on a moment, I'll have to talk to it."

Even such a beast deserves respect, one as alien as amalgamation of warp and machinery. In a confident yet slow step, The mass of flesh and leaf that was Hagar approached it.

"You're hungry, I can see that in you. You want more, and you want it fast. But, that's not how have to do it, not today."

His empty eyes now gazed forward upon the glyphs that have marked the surface of the monstrosity. He knew these well, familliar with their meanings. One of his fingers, clad in wood and sap in its veins, dares to reach onward and touch the surface.

"You'll have your time later, I promise. For now... You'll have to hear me."

Hagar spoke once again. This time, what he said were merely... words. Words with no apparent meaning behind them, with sounds and tonalities that would be impossible to the common man, a language that only the damned could understand. And with each one of these impossible phrasings, the finger crossed across the surface, gliding upon each and every symbol...