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>The lone enlightened C'tan, never wanting the cacophony of mortal experience to end, set about consuming as many Necrontyr as it could, as quickly as it could.
>The constant injection of the drug that was the Necrontyrs' collective lived experience resulpted the mind of the C'tan into the analog of a Necrontyr.
>The C'tan began to question its own existence, just as all mortals do.
>From its own metal body, power, and hunger for souls, it concluded that itself was a god, more specifically, an incarnation of the Necrontyr's supreme god Aza'gorod, The Night Bringer, god of death.
>It resculpted its vessel to take upon itself the vissage of said god, and continued to feed on the Necrontyr, believing himself to be the rightful recipient of his people's souls.
>The Necrontyr, seeing the form it took on, began praying to Aza'gorod, begging him to stop.
>Aza'gorod knew that a proper God always listens to the prayers of his subject, even if he doesn't act on them.
>Eventually, their conversations ended with uncountable other C'tan recieving their own bodies and godly identities from ancient Necrontyr mythology.
>The C'tan looked towards the future, and seeing a galaxy full of life, saw the military aid of the Immortal Empire as pivotal pieces in consuming all the souls therein.
>The weakest of the C'tan, The Messenger, The Deceiver, Mephet'ran, made a deal with the Silent King Szarekh to grant his people immortality and the power to wage war against the Old Ones.
>It was an alliance made in Heaven.
