In a far away place, in an area covered in perpetual darkness, there was a highly ornate darkly colored room with a gothic style to it.
In the room was a large rectangular table with 13 chairs, and on the walls behind each of the chairs was a purple flame. Every flame had a person sitting in front of them, all except for one.
There was a large variety of people sitting in the chairs, both men and women, young and old, light skinned and dark skinned. There was one thing they all had in common, however, and it was their glowing red eyes.
Everyone was silent, looking at the purple flame without a person sitting there.
That was when a single man at the head of the table loudly cleared his throat, gaining the attention of all the people present.
"As we can all see, the 10th's flame has turned on once again, but we don't know how long this will last."
"It's flickered on a few times in the past few weeks, does this mean he's back?" A man asked.
