Brendon stretched his limbs, letting the cracking of the skin fill his ears. It felt so good to have a body again. After so long of sitting in a glass case, stretching was a luxury.

"Brendon Urie..." He mused to himself as he continued to stretch. "I can get used to it."

"You'd better."

Brendon spun around, finding a man with multicolored eyes and burning red hair on his head. Though the form was different, he recognized the evil around him. "My keeper."

The man held out his hand, showing the artifact that Brendon had stolen before death. "My key." He replied.

Brendon bowed. "It will be an honor to serve you again."

The man smirked. "Good, because the fate of hell relys on the vessel that freed you."