Meanwhile, on the hot surface of Venus, other matters were stirring. Grindelwald sat on a throne of iron atop a high volcano, towering above his New Kingdom. He looked down at the thousands of legions of Dark House-Elves swarming across the planet's surface, at the Five Black Towers of Guhr'Takhan, surrounding the Kingdom. He had been resurrected recently by Death himself, in order to form the New Kingdom of Darkness and establish intergalactic rule from Venus. He had twisted the House-Elves into their new, dark and powerful forms, and readied for his ultimate rule. He was to be the High Black King, the Dark Lord of All, the- But no. He was but a puppet to the towering immortal shadow of Death, and one wizard, albiet the most powerful, among many. For now, however, he was the Dark Lord and the High Black King, and he was a great ruler. He had brewed up chaos on Earth, and was ready. It was time for the Final Attack.
But even at that moment, Grindelwald had no idea of his greater role in things, in the Demonic Schemes, in the Ancient Dark Plans laid out by Lucifer, in the Eternal Shadow creeping across creation to devour wizards and muggles alike. For he was not aware that this would be the day that all of creation changed...the day Dumbledore returned in final reckoning.