The Matrix hurt, if He could offer an understatement. It burned with the fire of a thousand suns and soothed His many aches in equal measure. Too long had He been trapped here, locked away in this earthen tomb. Too long had Chaos retained his control over them both. The essence of his brother, shot as a beam of light directly into his spark, made Chaos scream in pain. He screamed too although His pain was not heard. He retreated, leaving Chaos to his agony until only silence remained. Slowly, cautiously, He made His way forwards. Chaos was gone, his presence no longer felt. It was like suddenly having the doors flown wide open after lifetimes in jail. For the first time since the Fall, He was in charge! Chaos no longer controlled Him! Like a flipped coin, the head had landed face down, leaving the other half to emerge on top.
"This humankind you speak of, you consider them my progeny?"
"Indeed."
Chaos had called them parasites, but He called them children. His children. And he must protect them. His nephews roamed the surface, continuing their war that had all but destroyed his brother. Only His brother's Chosen kept His brother alive. He had many questions, having been kept in the dark for so long. But first thing's first, He had to learn more about the world He had chosen to inhabit...