Dusk gently settles around the asylum as the sun sinks lower in the sky. The air shifts from light blue to shades of red…
The onewho is found alone in his office. He looks out tword the sky and notices that its time... He stands and extends his right arm as his black cloak flies out of his closet and onto him…
He then swiftly moves to his door and into the hallway. Moving quickly and quietly he makes his way to spooky sez’s room. The onewho looks to see that he is alone when he reaches the door. With a quick wave of his left hand the door unlocks and swings open. Inside, placed on a shelf is the urn holding the ashes... Carefully the onewho picks up the urn and moves for the charred room that once held xxforsakenlovex.
The door is already ajar; onewho proceeds inside to gather the one object that has no burn marks; an old leather bound tome. Again onewho turns and moves out of the room.
Now the sun barley peeks over the horizon and the sky darkens. What once was a clear sky now is covered with incoming clouds. The onewho now in the graveyard of the asylum. He looks around one last time to make sure he is alone. He sets down the urn and waves is right hand over the ground, a rune circle appears around the urn... Clouds beginning to gather and swirl in the air just above the circle.
The onewho steps back and holds out the tome. Letting go of the tome, it floats in mid air. The book then flips open and turns its pages to the one needed for the incantations. Onewho briefly looks and starts chanting, the winds start to pick up blowing back onewho’s cloak...
The insanity of the chanting and the wing increases as the words sound louder and louder, thunder can be heard in the sky. “Your time has come, arise forsaken one, arise keeper of the dead, angel of death... ARISE BROTHER!”
Lightning strikes the urn and shatters it; the ashes burn violently the rune circle glows...