To make war is to sacrifice, and there can be few greater sacrifices than the loss of a child. So it was that, among the many gods slain in the Primordial War, one in particular most pained the Great Maker.
As with all Autochthon’s inventions dogma was created with a purpose, and like all such inventions in those days it was embodied by divinities, among them one named Aptra, called by him The Function of Orderly Inheritance. As the Maker envisioned it, dogma should be perfect and self sustaining, and Aptra was the mechanism that fulfilled that vision, ensuring orderly succession amongst the gods, so that no place in the hierarchy of divinities should ever remain vacant.
In their war for heaven however, the exalted would have need to slay these same powers, where they sided with the primordial foe, and their plans could not bear the possibility of an infinite, immediate succession of enemies taking their place. So, they petitioned their primordial ally to remove this cog from the machine of faith, and in so doing help to secure their victory.
With great reluctance, Autochthon acquiesced – the logic of their need was undeniable – but amongst all those who fell in that age of doom, there was no death that troubled him more. To remove the Function of Orderly Inheritance was to compromise the integrity of the system of divinity itself. To leave it vulnerable to a cascading failure of responsibility, where gods forsook their duties or fell to battle or intrigue, and lacking successors, left their vital tasks undone.
The odds of such a failure were remote. Supervised by the unswerving perfection of the Unconquered Sun, the order of divinity could be disrupted in such a way by only the most unlikely of circumstances – some event which could cause mighty Sol to forsake his own perfection – but the Maker calculated that the possibility did exist. In time, he would see this great fear realized, and it would play no small part in his departure from Creation, but in the moment, he chose to take a measured risk.
So, when the time came, the Great Maker went to his daughter and told her what he must do. He would not cast her down in violence, nor allow the falling star of her remains to feed the armories of the Sidereals. Aptra’s success was her undoing. She had served him too well in her role, and he could not countenance such a fate for her. So the great maker took her inside himself, dissolving her essence into his own, but promising her – and himself – that she would serve a greater purpose yet to come.
More than a thousand years later, when Autochthon prepared to leave the world, he created several great and hidden workings in the scattered corners of Creation. They would serves as his anchor to the realm, and his sensors within it, by which he would know when the time was right for his return. Aptra’s lingering consciousness formed the basis of the animating intelligence for one such manse, and the starmetal essence of her body was placed there, at her disposal, against any future need.
Now, such a need has arisen – essence corruption is rife in creation, and threatens the integrity of the Maker’s works – and so Aptra has forged from herself an agent, whom she hopes will be able to go forth into the world and set right what has been broken. She has named this alchemical champion in the spirit of the system of dogma she once served, Iterator of Ordained Practices.