On a dark eerie night the winds blew softly, soothingly till the hour struck twelve midnight and like a tornado had suddenly started, the winds grew heavy, sharp and fast.

In a kingdom where misery had made the kings chamber it's home and rested comfortably on the throne the witches were chanting.

All twelve pairs of eyes had turned completely white, a blue thin mist weaved it's way around the witches bodies and as the chanting grew louder the winds blew harder, trees swayed and tides formed on the surface of the waters, crashing wildly on the oceans bank.

'Seeking salvation from her demons'

'Blue meets black'

'And that which is forbidden bloomed'

'The only way to stop chaos from ensuing'

'Is to end the only thing which he held dear'

As they chanted the words of the prophecy a man was dragged and chained in a coffin made from stones with the blood of those that sacrificed themselves to keep the devil away, to lock him up for eternity in an endless darkness.

The chants grew louder and the Stone was sealed, causing him to fall into an endless slumber for eternity.

Buried beneath the earths surface with a promise to wreak havoc he laid in rest watching, waiting for his awakening. For when the time comes, even hell would cry for their damned souls.