"I could hear the chants as I entered an arena that Polyphemus would have found overwhelming. Those that once sought my purging as a heretical invader were now my audience. At least that is what I had assumed, until I saw *it*, and all hope sank into the swamp of iron coils beneath my feet as I realized the priests and the nephilim in attendance, who allowed me passage in their sudden fits of uncharacteristic passivity, were not *my* audience. The chant wasn't a declaration, nor was it even a simple prayer of some kind. It was a name.
The carvings and murals, the caricatures carved into their coffins and tombstones, their doorways and other places of passage both literal and metaphorical did not do justice to the hideously unnatural thing of their singular worship: snaking steel roots that led to the massive metal sequoia trunks standing in for its many legs... or were they arms? The elongated body was too immensely sized to comprehend a clear image; iron plates segmenting its back, but a hint of something cybernetic beneath before flowing into what was recognizably skeletal. The only clear focus could be on the enormous dome that must have been its head, shifting and rotating as if examining its surroundings.
A violent intelligence shifted its gaze to me, as a man might to the presence of an unwanted insect. Dozens of glassy eyes dotted the dome, giving sight to raging flames held within; a funnel in the center of the dome spun furiously, allowing those furious flames of xenophobic hatred a means of emission. The off key rusted whine of a threatening whale song thundered from the thing as it squared itself towards my insignificant presence in the face of what legends and cosmic ignorance know only as a God... and its bloodlusting audience cheered and continued their zealous chant in fundamentalist fervor."