None of the occultists, archaeologists and gangsters know the real history, understand the real significance, truly comprehend the occult.
Or so the cultists Faithful present in the scene would claim.

They gathered in a warehouse. Not fancy, but big enough for everyone.

The Blood Chalice is finally stolen found.
The heir of the ancient lineage is chained to an altar (it should have been a great honor, but he foolishly refused), scepter and lash lying at his sides. The high priest is standing above him, fully covered – unusually for a ranathim – in black robes, and wearing a mask. Holding the chalice in his left hand, and a golden staff in his right.

“The undying power will return!” The priest exclaims – in Ancient Tyrannic, not spoken for years by anyone but the most traditionalist Tyrannic cultists – and rings his staff on the ground.

“So commands Ozamanthim!” chants the cult.

“The ancient agreement will be honored!” staff rings on the ground.

“So commands Ozamanthim!”

“The heir will take his destined place!"

“So commands Ozamanthim!”

Something was starting to coalesce around the altar. Not visible, not audible, but unmistakable nonetheless, an indescribably powerful presence.

“The god-king[1] will live again!”

[1] Lit: "mystical tyrant"

“So commands Ozamanthim!”

The ritual’s completion hardly had any obvious signs, other than the collective loud gasp of the cultists.
But the body of the boy, whose heart stopped for one long moment, took a deep sharp breath…

And Ozamanthim opened his eyes, glowing with orange light.

Higher in the city, on a Stellar-Dynamics commercial-recreational-landing platform™, (non)local weirdo Raz Sod was lecturing explaining his opinions on Neo-Rational philosophy to his semi-colleague, young journalist Ivan Baixinzu.

"The Supernatural, of course, cannot exist. By definition. Those who ‘believe in the supernatural' are all idiots, of course. But things that appear supernatural can still happen. Things called 'magic'. Things that are natural and possible, but not believed to be possible, not yet proven by science, and everyone who doesn't believe in that is not less idiotic. And don't even get me started on the whole 'god slayer' nonsense, which -"

"I am sorry, I could not avoid overhearing your conversation, and its topic is…can I sit?"

"Yes of course. As I was saying - "

The ranathim man looked similar to the boy at the center of the ritual, but also different, not in small part due to increased age and musculature, as well as different horn shape.
He was not dressed in the poor techno-punk fashion typical of Kronos, but also not in a rich and formal Imperial suit. He wore a cloak made of animal fur, created seemingly without technological assistance, with a bare chest, and covered head to toe with golden jewelry. 

"And who might you be?"

"A diplomat, from the Umbral Rim. Here to witness the glorious power and efficiency of the 'galactic empire'. Feel the free breath of the renewed Core, so to speak."

Raz, uncharacteristically, took several moments before he started speaking, his facial expression going through a dizzying series of transformations. 

"You - How can it - be you? How can it be…the three of you! This is…there are several layers of how improbable-to-the-point-of-impossibility[1] it is!"
[Intended meaning: "this is a crack-spinoff of a crack-spinoff of a thread that wasn't even written yet".]


[1] Two-syllabel word in Logica. [2]
[2] Raz likes to randomly insert Logica nouns into phrases in Galactic Common.

"The thoughts run around curiously in your head. I would have said 'but they do not make any sense'…if I was not myself. I of course see everything you do, and more. In this form."

"A higher pataphysical rank…"

"If you like to call it that, yes."

???

"But…what did you came to prove, here, to us? That…materialism is false? Of course it is, I never denied it, but the spiritual is still knowable. That it is not knowable? It’s not your thing, conceptually. That you are literally a god? Well, it might be true, but humans never believed you are a god in the first place…though you died before humanity rose to power…but the other you would know!
And you are less evil than…well Woland was debatably evil…and accurate information on Ozamanthim is impossible to find…"

"'Wills forever evil, does forever good', as you know well yourself."

"Anyone could say that! What a great excuse. And it would be wrong. Good is extremely hard to achieve even when striving for it.
Don’t lie to me. Don’t hope to trick me. I know goodness, and I know truth."

"Well, who am I to argue with that?"

"No, I am serious. I am not scared of you. If you are planning something metamorally harmful, I will stop you.
Regardless of the attractor, I will not go mad. I will not act in irrational unproductive ways because of panic. I am too mentally stable – "

"Oh course. Your mental stability was never in question. Your working memory and situational awareness, however…"

While they were speaking, and Raz was frantically jumping around the platform, the edge of his cloak, by extreme misfortune, or maybe direct telekinetic manipulation, became tangled in a small protrusion of nearby old hovercar, which due to negligent maintenance and another unfortunate coincidence, lead directly to the heavy car’s engine.

"You are not the mad one, just the dead one" he said with a grin while Raz’s body was dragged into the just-ignited engine and torn to shreds.

"Unlike him, you will continue to your next life. But just like him, you were not wronged, but given according to your faith, not valuing the continuation of this life."

With few fluid motions, the ranathim proceeded to the conveniently open doors of a gravi-elevator, quickly closing behind him, before Ivan could catch up, or scream something along the lines of "sorcery! He killed him, I saw it! Catch the diplomat!".

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7XqtVYTTMwI