You who observe and scout, the man who involves himself in things beyond his understanding, and the woman who indulges in a world outside of her comprehension. All but food to the devourer's maw. Like a siege of spears, like a swarm of locusts. An incesscant gnawing, a primordial pestilence. The Hell Locust, the Yawning Abyss, the World Devourer, All is I, You will be Me, as well, that is the role I am, the role I was wrought into existence with. We are Abaddon.