Chapter CXXII: The Rising ~Grimace Death

As the flames spewed out of the grounds, the heat rose, and the light faded. The shadowy figure walked down the small path. He was surrounded on both sides by a sea of molten lava, bubbling up with the scent of burning flesh. The figure slowly moved on, his head stayed gently bowed, his strides even and smooth. He reached the end of the path and veered off to the right. Then he kneeled, and waited.
A hand was raised, the dark shadowed figure rose to his feet, his hands bound, and his head still lowered. He spoke.
"You have summoned me, my lord...." He said with a calm voice, "How can I be of service?"
"My child," The other replied with a deep, nerving voice, "I have summoned you for a reason."
"And what would the reason be, my lord?" The figure raised his head.
"You know, that you are my Minion." The voice chuckled, "You are the best I have..."
"Thank you my lord." The figure replied.
"I have wanted to send you back to earth for a long time now." The voice continued. "But you were never powerful enough. Now that I have taught you more I believe you are now ready."
"Yes my lord." The figure bowed his head. "You have taught me well."
"I know." The creature replied. He motion to one of his servants. It ran out, and came back with pike. There was some sort of dripping meat on it. The creature grabbed it and indulged himself. Within moments, the pike had been picked clean. "But now my child, I Lord Belphagor am sending you back out into earth."
"My, lord..." The figure started as he stepped forward, "What shall I do once I am there?"
"You shall know soon enough," Lord Belphagor rose out of his chair and with a wave of his hand a circle of candles lit up. He motion for the figure to enter the circle, which he did. Belphagor brought forth his hands started to chant in a cryptic language. The Star in the center of the circle started to glow and burn. The figure stepped aside as the star had burned his feet.
"DO NOT MOVE!" Belphagor bellowed with anxiety. The figure stepped back, this time repositioning his feet. The candles flickered and the star burned brighter. "You are about to be re-entered into the world of the living." Belphagor said. "You shall be able to come back and forth between earth and hell as you please. The spell is almost complete."
"Good-bye for now my lord." The figure lowered his head, in hope the spell would work and he would be able to return. He hated existing (He can't be 'living' if he's dead.) in the world of the living. ("I hate things I can't read")
"Make me proud my Minion," Belphagor said. "Make me proud." A great flash blasted throughout the area. Then it disappeared. And with that, Grimace Death, had risen. Grimace Death was in the world of the living.....