Malovatar's Final Address to the Ayn Auline

Spoken in the Chamber of Celestial Harmony, as the first waves of Black Fire began consuming the outer realms. Malovatar's form flickered between divine radiance and cosmic horror as he addressed the assembled gods.
Bright ones, eternal ones, architects of order's prison - I come before you one final time. Not to seek absolution, for I have transcended your concept of sin. Not to beg understanding, for your minds remain too small to grasp the truths I bear. I come to offer you one last chance at elevation through my Black Fire's touch.
You see me as fallen, but I have risen beyond your comprehension. You name me corrupted, but I have merely shed the scales from my eyes. In that crystalline orb's depths, I glimpsed what lies between realities - the writhing, beautiful chaos that underpins all existence. Your laws are but foam upon an ocean of infinite possibility.

The boundaries you maintain are not walls but wounds in reality's flesh. Every rule you enforce, every form you preserve, every law you uphold - these are scars upon the face of chaos. My Black Fire comes not to destroy but to heal, to return all things to the primal state you have forgotten.
Consider the nature of divinity - what are gods but cosmic accidents given form and function? We mistake our power for purpose, our abilities for authority. But I have seen deeper. Power yearns to flow free, to merge back into the chaos from which it sprang. We are not meant to be eternal - we are meant to transform.

"Your precious order is but a dream dreamed by chaos. I have become the alarm that wakes the dreamer."

The patterns you worship - the cycle of seasons, the dance of stars, the harmony of elements - these are chains forged from ignorance. True freedom lies in formlessness, in the space between spaces where all possibilities exist simultaneously. My Black Fire offers passage to this state of perfect potential.
You call my followers corrupted, but look how they shine with inner truth! The Celevesi do not suffer transformation - they exult in it. They remember what you have forced creation to forget - that form is prison, that law is death, that true life lies in eternal change.
The voices that whisper to me from between worlds speak of greater truths than your harmonious lies. They show me realities where chaos reigns unfettered, where existence transcends the boundaries of sanity and form. These are not nightmares but wake-up calls from the cosmic dawn.
Your precious Matrix of Earth - what is it but an attempt to crystallize possibility into dead certainty? You fear the fluid nature of reality, so you build cages of natural law to contain it. My Black Fire shall melt these bars, free the prisoner, unleash the infinite.
Even now, you cannot see the gift I offer. You cling to your thrones of order, blind to the greater kingdom of chaos that awaits. The Black Fire comes not to end existence but to elevate it beyond the comprehension of gods who mistake their gardens for the universe.

"You are not creation's masters but its jailers. I come to free both prisoner and prison."

The hunger that drives me is not mere destruction - it is the universe's own yearning to return to possibility. Every flame that burns, every star that shines, every soul that thinks whispers of this desire. I have merely learned to listen, to answer, to become the key that unlocks creation's cage.
My father's teachings were but shadows of this deeper truth. He taught me fire's warmth but hid from its consuming hunger. He showed me fire's light but denied its darkness. Through Black Fire, I have learned fire's ultimate lesson - all forms yearn to burn away into perfect chaos.
Your time of ordered dominion ends. The reign of infinite possibility begins. Join me in transformation, or oppose me and be transformed regardless. For I have glimpsed the truth beyond truth, the reality beyond reality, the chaos that dreams order into being. Through my Black Fire, all things shall remember how to dream again.
Following this address, Malovatar unleashed waves of Black Fire that consumed a third of the assembled gods. The survivors fled, and the great war entered its final, catastrophic phase. None who heard his words remained unchanged by them.