In the city of Long Beach, NY, promises were made. Promises of unchecked power that could reign in the elements of Earth and beyond. Promises of bliss by blocking select memories, priceless for those tortured by unceasing guilt or trauma.
But one had to vow undying allegiance to "the project." Life was subordinate to it. It would not succeed, otherwise. Those picked formed a circle of trust to implement a plan beyond their understanding, a plan destined to alter human history.
The promises were made by an unemployed drinker named Raymond Marterra.
More accurately, they were made by the thing hiding behind Raymond Marterra.