Joey looks to his empire, burning right in front of his eyes. It was horrible, a disaster, but Joey couldn't take his eyes away from the fire. He made out a small giggle as tears began streaming down his face. It couldn't end this way... It just couldn't.

He scaled the steps up his temple, barely missing the gaping burning holes scattered throughout. Joey shook and stumbled upwards, stopping and the top of his temple. "It's still pretty..."

As Joey took another step towards his throne, his footing gave way, and Joey tumbled down through the heart of his burning home. His eyes darted around in the short second that he fell, but Joey made out a red glow below him as he fell down, only to be sucked through the glow. Everything was black.

Scott smashed his fists on the red crystal encasing him.
"Let me out, Xornoth! You can't do this!"

The demon chuckled, smiling to his brother. "Sorry, but I very much can."

"I won't let you! I ha-" Scott rummaged his inventory, but the blade appeared missing.

Xornoth began cackling "Looking for this?" He then twirled the rune blade around in his hand.
"No... No no no!" Scott collapsed to the floor, crying. His empire was being torn to shreds by tentacles, whilst burning from the corruption.

Suddenly, a figure appeared next to the demon, it was shaking and quivering. Scott looked up to only see "J-Joey?"

Joeys widened eyes began to settle, swarming with the colour of blood. "Joey help! Help me please!"

"No," Joey began to grin. "I don't think I will, Scott."

"I don't think I will..."