Within an ancient village littered with bones, a single torch is lit.

Revealed from the shadows by the flame, Hocnec approaches a wooden construct with reverence and respect.

Kneeling low, Hocnec lights straw with his torch, which quickly spreads and engulfs a funeral pyre.

The aged, battle-scared mageslyer Sekpak has been laid to rest, his bones to join his ancestor villagers.

Far beneath the village, the spirit of Sekpak resumes form once more.

Walking through the dark halls of hell, other disembodied spirits glare at him as he walks by.

Stopping, Sekpaks feels the swords he once used most in life in his hands once more, swords that were burned with his body.

Grinning, sekpak turns to look at the spirits of his dead enemies.

"I've missed you all."

His new torturer in place and enjoying his new position, Satan looks out from his throne.

And it was good.