The Iron Gods made many impacts on Golarion. But their strange technology caused ripples throughout the planes, and one in paticular takes our interest: Hell.
Now, to our particular point of interest: Nessus. Here, a group of pit fiend dukes engage in a heated debate about what to do about the Iron Gods.
One of them says "I say we let a mortal hero destroy them. That will save us some trouble."
The other counters "Yes, but imagine what good the mortals could do with such technology! It is obviously best if we take a hand in it and posses it to help wage war."
As the argument drones on and on, a single fly enters the council chamber, completely unnoticed. Landing atop one of the fiend's necks, its proboscis extends... and a strange affliction courses through the pit fiend's veins. It turned flesh to steel, blood to silver, the devil's infernal power started pulsing in its veins. Giving a roar, it leaps and attacks its brothers, helpless against the monstrosity's onslaught.
Watching through his fly's eyes, Apolloyon cackles with glee. "That is what the Iron Gods can do, you fools!" Turning away, Apolloyon starts fermenting a new disease.
Back in Nessus, the monster is finally contained-though not before it had contaminated the rest in the council and hordes of other fiends. Though most of the council was eventually hunted down, one alluded the hunters. Making its way to the scorched outlands where the divs dwelt, this pit fiend-known as Magus-began concocting countless plots. For entertainment, he summoned many azatas and agathions to mate with, though only one bore a child.
That child was Warlock.
Raised in Elysium, Warlock learnt the good ways of his mother, and managed to beat back his father's evilness. Though only one problem remained-he would die unless he consumed life force.
This was not abided in Elysium. Exiled to Golarion, Warlock wanders, looking to do good.
