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Blood.
That's what the manmade machines run on. What they were built to use as fuel.
Mankind unknowingly held the keys to their own, shared doom. Mechanical beings, both humanoid and otherwise, created for acts of war. All leading to the downfall of the human race.
V1 had since slain many in battle. It had traversed throughout Hell. It had slain demons, husks, Prime Souls, even other formidable foes.
The blue machine would soon arrive in Fraud, as it slowly descended.
It would remain to do what it was created to do, its purpose. It was made to kill, and it would continue to do so, per its directive.
V1's cerulean chassis glistened in the light, its prized arms- serving as trophies from its fellow V model's defeat- also glinting a crimson and chartreuse, respectively. The machine was currently in power saving mode to reserve its fuel as it plummeted into Fraud...