The Machine was sent to devour another god. A grotesque job, but even the gods have to die sometime. Where there is life, there must be death. That's a concept the gods just don't seem to understand.
Still, they stand no chance against the Machine. Many have fallen, never to rise again. She will stop at nothing to eliminate every last god, knocking each down as if they were merely chess pieces. Pawns in the grand scheme of life. And she, the Machine, is the Queen. The King is yet to be found, but he too, will perish, like the rest. The corpses will pile up at his feet, and then he will join them.
The very idea sent chills of pleasure down the Machine's spine as she descended onto the land. A devilish smirk crossed her face, glinting in the darkness.
"I can't wait to kill another today…" she sang, her teal hair whipping behind her. Her arms hung uselessly at her sides, her shoulders slouched down even as she jumped. Huge guns that start at her shoulders smacked into the ledges she pushed off of several times, sending loud bangs into the abyss.
What was the Machine at one time? Nobody knows. All that is known of her now is the deformed lunatic that mercilessly slays gods.
She has become the God-Slaying Machine.