AN: Madlord- "Huh calling themselves as the definitive god... it really doesn't remember the emperor, the eldar gods or the ruinous powers?"

Me- No, they have very few of their "memories". Remember the Machine God trinity doesn't yet actually exist in Warhammer 40k lore. They are only made real in this universe from their idea. The Emperor IS the Omnissiah(the human incarnation of Deus Machina) to the majority of the Mechanicus. As for the rest, remember this universe has only the influence of the Machine God. Anything that crosses over into being related to Deus Machina and something else is not necessarily clear. For example, if you recall. The Machine God was disconcerted when they heard the name Khaos, cause it sounds like Chaos. Plus, I just write it this way because it's "The Machine God" not "the machine god".


The smith paused for a moment, "My name is Mairus my lord." the man was nervous beyond even before. Out of a sort of automatic response, he spoke a question, "What may I call you my lord?" even as the words left the man's mouth he regretted them.

A slight chuckle in a light tone seemed to startle Mairus. He hadn't been expecting to have his question be taken well. "You are not the first to ask me that. You may call us the same as the ones who asked before. Omnissiah." the man nodded pleased he had not offended the being who he had seen forge metal in the air itself.

The deity rambled to themselves quietly, "Perhaps we should simply introduce ourselves as that. No one yet has a reference for any of our titles. They need a name or something like it. We have already given our title as a name thrice. Why not commit to it fully."

Their musings were interrupted by the smith, "What have you made? I don't recognize either." the smith pointed to the two groups of floating commissions.

"These," the deity gestured to the small pieces, the robe's arm moved from the floating amulets to the three larger works, "are shrines. Each bearing our mark The Cogmechanicum is sacred to us and our worship. It's currently incomplete but that will change in the future."

The man almost scratched his head, "Which, the…" he paused having forgotten the strange foreign words the god used, "..mark or the pieces themselves?"

The trinity imitated a nod with their clothes, "Both we suppose. We were referring to the Cog. But we do need to gather one last thing to finish our work. Before that though. Your payment." the smith saw the ingots float over to him. Mairus grabbed hold of the ingots awkwardly, they were not heavy. Not any heavier than regular ingots, at least to the smith.

The man's back turned to them let the lord of all machines and knowledge focus upon their works. Not quite a machine spirit, not really a blessing. Something in between. Each of the seven objects large and small was given this. The large especially. But as Mairus placed them on his workbench he noticed something about the ingots.

He turned and looked at the pieces. The metal in both the god's works and the ingots was grey. It was unlike the black wrought iron the smith had expected to be present at the end product, "You aren't done with them, what are you missing? If you intended to make amulets and shrines. Then I can't see what is needed, that is not already present."

As the smith continued to look at the metal they spoke, "How will the amulets be worn without string, leather or chain?"

Looking up from the mystery that his new ingots presented he sighed, "Yeah, I, should have known that. Say before you go to find your chain or whatever. Can you tell me what you did to this iron? It looks different. Very different, this isn't some result of your divinity, is it? Some divine technique?"

"Ah, apologies." the man looked at them as they spoke, "We were thoughtless. We've given you steel. Not the promised iron. Would you like us to find you some more iron instead?" the man's face took on a look of puzzlement.

"What is 'steel'?" the man grabbed an ingot and looked at it closely, his voice filled with minor annoyance, "That doesn't answer my question. My lord." the last words were out of fear for any possible offence to his tone.

The deity's own tone was one of factuality, "Steel is an iron alloy. Much like Bronze is an alloy of copper and tin. Steel is formed when iron forms bonds with carbon at high temperatures. Carbon can be found in many things, but coal and charcoal are excellent sources." the smith's eyes widened.

"Ah, what are the properties of steel that make steel different? Apart from its soother look and grey colour. It almost looks like dull silver." the deity internally smiled, for they had no mouth to smile with.

"It is stronger than iron. Stronger than most substances in fact. Bronze is heavier and weaker than steel. Though, steel does rust faster than iron if not cleaned or maintained." at those words the smith seemed to choke. "Would you like us to find you some iron instead? We understand working with an unfamiliar substance i-"

"I'll keep it!" the internal smile grew, metaphysically of course. There was no smile. "W-would you be willing to teach me how to make steel?"

The deity intentionally paused to grow an intense unease in the smith, "We have already told you the most important information. However, if you want our guidance. You could help us find our amulet's some chains." the relief that flooded through the smith's form was followed by mild excitement.

Just as they had hoped he would react, "Uuuh, yes! I-I can do that." The man moved over to his materials. He moved aside several objects before he pulled out a large section of leather. From the looks of it, the leather was flexible and strong. "Long leather strips will work right?"

"Yes, that will suffice quite well." the man took the leather to his workbench and began to cut out the strips to the length the Machine God asked him to. Once done the deity took the strips and threaded them through the loops on top of the amulets. They then tied a knot and their works were finally done. "Now, let us show you some insight."

The smith seemed to absorb the information like parched soil did to water. How large the chunks of charcoal or coals should be, the iron's size, the proper amount of oxygen to pump into the furnace. Many small details would improve smith's initial work.

"Thank you, I kinda feel bad, you gave me so much value with this knowledge. And all I gave you was some leather." the deity was finding the impulse to smile happened a lot today.

"Well, if that is the case. How about we make another deal?" the man tilted his head in question. He then turned his head to a sound, there on her workbench was one of the shrines. He turned back to the robes again, one of the amulets floated in front of the both of them. "Maintain your lifestyle, maintain your tools, hone your craft, learn from what we just taught you. And know that our ears are open to you should you wish for one to hear your thoughts. We are sure you don't wish to pray, but the option is always there."

The man's jaw opened before closing. "That's it? You're giving me two of your commissions, and all you ask is that I do what I was already going to?" the words almost came off as exasperation. To say that he had reasons to dislike overbearing worship would be an understatement.

"They are only yours if you accept. Besides, if you were already planning on doing what we want you to do. Then you have a better chance of doing so, no?" the man hesitated, memories from his childhood and of his father flashed in his mind before he grabbed hold of the amulet.

The robe nodded, "Thank you. You may rearrange the shrine if you wish. It is likely better off somewhere else." the being was silent before a question broke that silence, "Where is your hammer?"

The man looked up from the amulet in his hand, "Uhhhhh." the man looked around the workshop and his eyes landed on the tool on the ground near the forge. He picked it up and held it up slightly to show the one who had asked.

The robe's arms extended, and the man seemed confused as he held it out to be taken. What he didn't anticipate was for a small white flash to move over the surface of the hammer. He nearly dropped it out of surprise, and let out a startled yelp.

"Since you have accepted my offer, I shall give you this. Your hammer now houses a machine spirit. Treat it well, ask it for assistance if you need it. And you shall find it does excellent work. Beyond the usual, as it were. In time, when I return, I may bestow more of your tools spirits of their own. It all depends on your actions. If you perform above my expectations in your goals. I may reward you in other ways." the man listened in silence.

His jaw clenched shut as if he had thought he had lost the ability to be shocked before. He was shown that was not true now. "I don't know what to say…"

"There is nothing you need to say." the lord of all machines took in Mairus one last time. The smith had brown hair and eyes. Soot and dirt coated his hands and face. His build was strong but thinner than one might expect of a smith.

His clothes were dirty as well, and by the looks of it, he hadn't much cared for fashion even if they had been clean. "Goodbye Mairus. We shall meet again, though I doubt it will be soon."

The Machine God left the man's forge, it was now mid-morning. And the city was alive, thankfully since Mairus' forge was near the edge of the city. Finding the wall and flying over it without alerting anyone was easier than anticipated.

From that step, the deity wrapped their robes around the remaining works and took to the air. They were to return to Dimitis and begin their plan's next step. Their speed made the trip no slower than the journey of finding Creteonus.

The deity flew down towards the town they had first talked to people in. It had only been two days but their progress was helped along by finding what they needed as soon as they did. Continuing forward would be different. Whether that difference was an increase or decrease of difficulty was yet to be seen.

The robe returned to humanoid form, the pieces floated behind the trinity. They moved through the village until they were at the home of Jace, Alexandra, and Clio. Voices could be heard from within, they exerted light force on the door as to knock. A muffled voice that the deity identified as Jace called out, "Just a moment!"

A minute later, and a person walked out the door. The fresh bandage on their arm. The young man looked at the Machine God and started. Clearly, neither was expecting the other. Jace came out a moment later, "Oh! Omnissiah, I'm sorry I didn't think you were visiting again so soon. Please come in. Ah, Otis. You keep an eye on that injury you hear?" the man nodded before leaving in a slightly fast pace.

Jace motioned for them to enter before he closed the door after them. "Alexandra! We have company! We haven't been able to tell very many people about what you blessed us with, I'm sorry to say." the man shouted out to what appeared to be a back door. Said door opened to reveal a small area of open ground behind Alexandra. She had her arms full, each of which contained freshly dried clothes in a basket.

'No doubt they were hanging in the sunlight not long ago.' after that thought finished they returned words in response "That is no problem, it has not been long, nor would we expect you to go out of your way." the woman took in the deity's presence before placing down her work and inclining her head.

"Lord. I didn't expect you back so soon, what can we help you with?" at the words one of the shrines was placed on the family's table. And two amulets were brought in front of each of the adults.

"We bring gifts. Is Clio nearby? We have one for her as well." the parents blinked in turn before they looked at the other and back at the necklaces. They slowly grabbed the objects after a few moments.

"Clio! Please come to the dining room." Alexandra's voice and head pointed to a doorway that leads to another part of the small house.

"Ok mom!" her tone was one of cheerfulness. As she ran in she saw them. "Omnissiah!" The young teen ran up to be next to her parents, she was clearly excited to see them despite only knowing them for a day.

A third amulet made its way to Clio as she stopped, "For you child." she looked at it before she took it and examined it.

"Thank you." her smile was genuine and her parents echoed her words.

"You may find a suitable place for your shrine. We don't expect regular prayer, only that you do if you feel the need. We may not be able to fix anything you could ask for, but we will hear you." the family seemed touched.

"Thank you, Lord, this is very kind of you. And we shall try, though it seems very one-sided." Jace seemed to speak for his family in this regard.

"It isn't. But if you do not mind we have a few things to attend to." they began to leave. The family three-spoke genuine well wishes and goodbyes to his departure. The lord of knowledge left the house and moved to the center of the market. The people of the town noticed their arrival, and a few watched them as he came near the open space.

Once there they noticed their cog untouched by anything but wind. A small crowd was present. They fell silent when the deity entered, a quick look at the number of people satisfied the Machine God. A quick blast rendered the dirt cog scattered.

The crowd seemed to be disconcerted, "We have no need for that anymore, we would not commandeer your market. If you have any questions for us, we will be at your shrines for a while." At that they moved and headed towards the shrines, the Machine God knew where they were. The shrines were not far from Korban's home.


AN: Mairus named such, in honour of Mairon. No, he won't turn evil, I think. Please tell me if I don't use "they" with regards to the trinity, it's important.