The Legend is known to all of our kind and has been told and re-told countless times in each and every House. Now, you shall know the tale...
Galactos, the Maker, a being of nigh infinite wisdom and power, moving through space...tending to the machines that crept and flew over its skin. But then the skies turned to flame, and the Adversary roared through the planetoid like a vengeful ghost, corruption following in its wake.
The disease spread, and the Adversary laughed as Galacto's creations turned against their Maker. Destruction was imminent, and the Maker did the only thing it could. It shut down, severing the link connecting all lifeforms which served it.
The foundries grew cold, the factories became quiet...and all was still. But before the Maker fell into its slumber, it channeled its awesome might into the creation of five angels. the Protrarchs, each devoted to serving the Maker.