"I am becoming impatient. How much longer is this going to take?" Barbas snarled, his hands clutched behind his back as he paced the roomy chamber in the Underworld. His feet crunched against stone and dirt as he trod from one corner to the other in a bid to distract himself from being so close to freedom.
"We are almost there. You must call upon her as soon as the spell is complete." A low level demon explained, a thick pile of parchments leaning across a stone table as he inscribed words on it in ink before adding one final ingredient to the potion bowl sending a cloud of black smoke into his face.
"She knows of our plan, she will be ready." Barbas explained, licking his lips and closing his eyes momentarily, halting his pacing to reach out with the little power he had to warn her that they were almost there.
"Barbas, we are ready to proceed." The demon said with a bow and Barbas turned, his eyes alight with excitement and anticipation and he paced quickly toward his minion who held a small vial of black liquid within his grasp and one sheet of parchment scrawled in text.
"Begin." Barbas growled, his crooked smile showing off his sickly rotted teeth and the elaborate flick of his hand bidding his minion to start the ritual. He began to chant...
We call upon the Lore of Olde
Its power we beseech to hold
To free what's trapped in space and time
To unleash The Fear
That lives inside
His minion threw the bottle of potion, the glass exploding against the ground at Barbas' feet, the black cloud rising and slivering around him, seeping into every pore of his being before an enigmatic wave of energy reverberated off Barbas, pushing his minion to the ground and causing the walls to shudder with his power. The low level demon got to his feet slowly and stammered, "Did it work?"
Barbas stared down at his hands, rotating them to stare down at his palms with an evil crooked smile before answering, "There's only one way to find out." He threw out his hand as it instantly filled with fire, hitting the demon square in the chest who shrieked in pain and surprise and disappeared in fire. Barbas laughed then, a hollow cackle of ultimate power and freedom before he swung around in an ark, triumph clearly written across his face and said in a singsong voice, "I'm back" then disappeared.