Flames licked from between the edges of the door and the surrounding jamb. Beyond it lay a place consumed by fire. It was Hell’s Door. Draull smiled, then stretched his neck from side to side and shook his limbs, in turn, loosening up before taking his next steps. He was about to leave his prison, to finally walk free of the Void. He took a moment to relish the moment he had dreamed of for years uncounted. A tear fell, his first; a strange sensation to one whose body had lacked the water element until now. He wiped away the tear. “I will have my revenge,” he laughed, reaching for the door. “I will regain my power, and the seven planes will burn!” His words died in the Void. Behind was darkness. Ahead was fire. He opened the door.
His ascension began.
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