a slight breeze flew through a graveyard, a hooded figure stood over a fresh grave. as he stared into the grave he could sense the restless soul buried below, he knelt down and reached into the grave and his hand passed through like the earth covering the grave never existed, he grasped something and pulled his arm out of the ground and pulled the soul out as well "Welcome to the afterlife" he said to the soul as he sent it to the Underworld.

A wraith appeared and knelt, its sharp bladed hands touching the ground and its head down as it spoke, "my lord, a champion is needed and sacrifices need to be made"

The hooded figure turned to the wraith, "Then go, and find me a worthy champion to lead my armies also send out the ghouls for a hunt, tell them to capture a sacrifice and a feast" he started to walk past the wraith "tell the banshees to prepare the pit for the sacrifice"

the wraith with his head still low, "yes my Lord, your orders are my command" the wraith vanished as his final words echoed 

The hooded figure looked around and then raised his hands and a portal appeared to his domain and when he walked through it the portal shut