She grins, and Ginger wonders if this is what a Glamour feels like for someone, as he finds himself undeniably attracted to the woman in front of him. She speaks "Of course you must be asking yourself the obvious question: why did I steal the throne? Well, the previous ruler wasn't... Wasn't cold enough for the job. We monitored him, and he was becoming... Soft at the time he was needed most, for you see, everything is aligning. Your so called Coalition will be sent into anarchy, divided by war, and will implode upon itself. Your Empire will destroy Perth Varcoe, and then destroy itself. Galaxies away, Immortals are dying. Soon, there will only be one other race that can harness time: The Harnarthians. They will be consumed by their war, and urge Atlas to fire the Devastators. The decision will destroy the Impereorium, but the other civilizations will turn on Atlas. Atlas would rather destroy everything in that quadrant of the Universe than lose, and that would make 2 quadrants dead. The only remaining civilizations will be weak, and will collapse soon after they are founded. And then... Nothing. You see, we are at a tipping point, but we would need a strong ruler of Hell to go through these dark times. I was ready for this responsibility, so I took the throne. Is that so bad? Wouldn't you rather protect all those lives, then see them drift in the afterlife for eternity, without purpose, without motives. I will promise a new Universe... And I shall succeed..." [spoiler]Phew that was long[/spoiler]