You were defeated long ago by a prophesied hero. Deep in the abyss, you slumbered for centuries, awaiting your return.
That time has come. You awaken from your sarcophagus and crack your knuckles. It seems you've been resurrected by a cult in your image, their masked priests bow before you.
"My Lord,"
A busty high priestess approaches you,
"Much has changed in your absence."