Amidst the order and chaos of every endeavor, where the common sociopaths accomplished deeds chosen by the same method that suited their favorite tastes, there existed a scattered remnant across the Three Worlds. Chained by that which sought fate itself, they conspired as well to achieve certain ends to their salvation's plan. It had been known intimately that their lord had been shattered and his return long desired, and even now after several millenniums, his return was nigh. His own creation had even entered the world through the secret plane to reclaim the lost ones. 

Gathered together by a force beyond their current understanding on the roof of the Elemani Corporation Consolidation, many were eager for their lord's first foot step among them on the Surface. And while a few details have been excluded from this report, from which much anger had risen, nothing prepared them for the truth of that gathering.

They had vanished, without a word. Without a sound, save for the wind that brushed against the rooftop where their feet had been. Nothing left behind, everything taken, even they who had stood among them in secret between the bending light and delved shadows. 

Opening their eyes, seeing home for the first time (and a few who remember it well from long ago), the order and the chaos ceased. There was nothing, yet everything: their world was full, but empty. Incredibly large, yet impossibly small. All governed by laws unknown to them. It was beauty incarnate, and yet as ugly as the most alien notion. 

They saw him, his back turned and arms at his side. The power that emanated from him licked their throats and tugged on their hands. It was the very life-giving force that their Iotan nature needed. Something had changed in their home, for they were not connected to their lord anymore: separated, yet right at his feet. Then, all at once and together, they fell to their knees. Together, they gasped for air that was not there. Together, they screamed, mouths agape, death upon them.

All except a single man who stood behind everyone. Only a few among his brethren knew him, and his betrayal to their lord. Yet there he was, within the secret world of the secret plane.

With the very same rictus grin and complacent demeanor he had when he was exiled.