1802

"That fountain was never my idea, nor this mansion. But my mother had been networking extensively with the Millionth Council, who are under her authority, and they had agreed without consulting me first that this place would be of great service to our work. And they were partly right. In recent years, when this place was bequeathed to me, I agreed to let them retain their oversight, because even though they are under my divine authority, I will have no slaves, and the Millionth Council, which is a vast angelic hierarchy within a far vaster hierarchy of my servants, is very capable of making their own decisions. With my guidance of course, but I simply could not be persuaded that a fountain of forgetfulness inducing amnesia to all that drunk from it, and with that nasty little demon representative of the very powers I have crushed under my heel, it simply had to go....