We come to Earth, in Arkham Massachusetts, years later after the catylclysim but nothing has changed in the universe. Everyone continued their cycle of life. Humans remained the dominate species of Earth but nothing more then another creature compared to the rest of the beings in the universe.
It is late at night in the city and we find an elderly man, in his late fifties, walking the street. He had no protection but still he came to the most dangerous part of the city on his own. He neared an alleyway and from it heard someone beckoning to him.
"Hey! Old man, got the time?" he asked the old man. "Of course it is...2:17 am." he answered. "Thanks. Oh and one more thing give me all your cash." the stranger pulled out a small gun. "Your going to kill me for paper I may or may not have?" the old man asked. "Nah, I'm going to kill ya for askin a stupid question like that." the stranger shot the gun, sending the bullet right through the frail, old man. The old man looked at the stranger.
"You shot me! Now I'm probably going to bleed all over the place and die all slow like you dick." The old man said to the stranger. "If only ya gave me the money friend, then I wouldn't of fired it." The stranger said to him smugly. "Ah don't worry friend...I could fix your mistake...just watch." The old mans skin began to literally crawl on him, as if there were bugs under it. It became younger and more smooth. It also darkened with a deep tan. His torso shrunk a tiny bit but his legs and arms extended. His hair went from long, thin and grey to a short military cut blonde. His eyes were the only thing that remained the same, a greenish teal color. When it was all over the old man now resembled a black male in his late teens or early twenties.
The stranger was shocked and horrified by what he just saw. The man he had shot just morphed into a completely different person right before his eyes. "Let's see what I have here now." The man felt his new body. "Black skin, blonde hair, still no muscles... But I'm young and limber again, ha!" he rejoiced in his new body. "What are you?" the stranger asked him. "You! You tried to kill me, and it hurt a little!" the man looked at the mugger. "I didn't know you were a demon or an angel or whatever I'm sorry. Please don't kill me." the mugger yelled as he pleaded for his life.
The man just looked at him. "Killing is no fun, besides you showed me one thing: I'm almost mortal in this state. And for that I thank you. 18 years of madness should suffice for your punishment." the man told the mugger. "Oh and to answer your early question of what I am, I am the crawling chaos. But you may tell them, when they ask you who did this to you in the next life cycle, it was Nyarlathotep." Nyarlathotep then looked into the eyes of the mugger bringing his nightmares to life. "HAHAHAHAHAHA! It's good to be back." Nyarlathotep said with joy.
In another part of Arkham was a lone old man sitting in a throne of somekind. He looked up and smiled. "Nyarlathotep...perfect." he said to himself.
Across the town Nyarlathotep sinced something. "I'm coming." he said. He then walked towards the source of the signal of the disturbance leaving the mugger in the alleyway, in the fetal position mumbling to himself.
Nyarlathotep finally arrived to his decision, Arkham cemetery. "Clever. No one would ever want to come here in search of our kind." Nyarlathotep said to himself. He continued to one of the crypts and opened it. "The glorified has arrived my friend!" Nyarlathotep announced his presence. In the tomb he met the old man on the throne. Around him were four pillar with hieroglyphs carved into them. "Still can't exsist in both time and space at the same time? At least not with out these trincates of yours Yog-Sothoth." Nyarlathotep asked him.
"I am curious as to how did you survive?" Nyarlathotep asked him again. "I had enough power to survive in one of my avatars as most of ours had." Yog explained. "Splendid, so where are they?" Nyarlathotep asked as he began looking around the crypt. "That's why I contacted you Nyarlat. I need you to take up your old job as my messenger." Yog told him. "Hmp...I never liked that job. Whats in it for me if, keyword if, I help you do thins?" Nyarlathotep asked Yog. "A new role in our pantheon."
"Which role?" Nyarlathotep questioned.
"Let's see your father is dead, your brothers missing, how about the same deal your father and I had? Rull all of reality as equals." Nyarlathotep paused and took time to think about this offer. "What of those who would, how do I put this? What of those who would rather tear me apart from every fiber of my being instead of follow my rull?" "I will back you up. Think Nyarlathotep, your father was mighty but you...your something else. Before it was just me and your father and look at what we did to the Elders. Now imagen what we could do. No one, even Mitra, would challenge us."
Nyarlathotep poundered this offer for a brief time. "Very well what do you need me to do?" Nyarlathotep asked Yog-Sothoth. "I'm certain you have experienced this feeling humans call 'pain' by now." Yog spoke to Nyarlathotep. "Indeed. It was unwanted." Nyarlathotep said to him. "Then you know we are almost mortal in this Reality. We have to regain our god status by any means nessecarry." Yog told Nyarlat. "And one becomes a god again how, exactly?" he asked Yog. "We need one of every elemental force to completely regain control Reality once more. That's where you come in. You see Nyarlat, I can not go beyound these pillars without fading from this reality and without me this universe will fall apart. But you don't have to fear that happening to you, do you now? You can go on and collect the others." Yog-Sothoth told him.
"Alright and who do we collect first? We already got me for wind." Nyarlathotep said as he searched for new clothes to suit his new body. "We still need Dirt, Water and..." Yog paused momentarily. "Don't say it." Nyarlathotep told him. "Fire." Yog finished. "Damn it. Let's start with him then, ya know get the most difficult one out of the way." Nyarlathotep suggested. "You'll find him at the Arkham Asylum. As a resident." Yog explained. "Perfect, let's start right away." Nyarlathotep came back out wearing an inner white shirt, black tie, and red over coat from collar to the sleeves. His pants were just as crimson as his coat. He wore black boots and a red top hat. In his hand was the WAS scepter. "I'm ready to go." he said.