It is a proper shame that nearly every being in Newerth is either dull, ugly, or a staggering combination of both. Even the gods themselves descending from their heavens proved a disappointment, as they turned out to be petty, self-absorbed, and in some cases unbearably flatulent. The only alternative for The Sculptor -- a man with impeccable taste and unquestionable genius -- is obvious: if he is to have any hope of spending time with an equal, he's going to have to create this entity himself. It took him years of research and trial and error (due to flawed materials, not design!), but he finally created a sculpture that was as beautiful as he. In a rare outburst of joy, he kissed her steel lips in celebration and found them to be...warm.
Her eyes opened, blinked, and looked into his. "I am Apega," his creation said. "I am yours, and you are mine. No other is worthy to partake of us." The Sculptor was stunned, but his joy only grew. Through some unforeseen alchemy of blended metals, elemental materials, and possibly his sheer force of will, his dream companion had come to life. One potential downside: she embodied his sheer disdain for all other living beings, yet she did not posses his restraint. When The Sculptor took Apega to a ball to drive the other men mad with envy and the women wild with jealousy, he was slightly horrified when his dearest slaughtered the entire lot. She's such a rascal! Apega will only grow more powerful as The Sculptor shows her the world and she gathers more items and materials to augment her brilliant design. If these two are indeed the last two remaining beings on Newerth, at least they will be happy together. Until she kills him.
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