Within a dark chamber, filled with computers and a multitude of electronic gadgets, Rosalinda stood before an empty glass tube that stood within the middle. Standing at her flanks were Grimm and Jack Moon. Her children, the twins Damon and Demona, were also present.

"Mama, will this really bring back Papa?" Demona asked.

"I hope," Rosalinda said as she unwrapped the building she was carrying. It was Sauron's mask. She opened the tube and put in the mask before sealing it inside. "Start the machine."

"Yes," Grimm obeyed and activated the machine by pressing a button at one of the computer consoles. Glowing green fluid began to fill the airtight glass tube. It bubbled as the twins watched in amazement.

"Did it work?" Jack Moon asked.

Rosalinda clenched the front of her kimono in apprehension. She could not lose her beloved Sauron now. Demona and Damon tugged at her sleeves in expectation.

The mask floated inside the crimson fluid and then remained still before a voice came out from the audio speakers installed.

"Where am I? What happened?"

Rosalinda cried tears of joy. It had worked. Demona and Damon were joyous to see their Royal Father alive again. Of course, the time of celebration turned into that of dread as Sauron's voice boomed.

"WHERE IS MY BODY!?" The crimson fluid glowed brightly and bubbled violently befitting her current mood.

Demona and Damon quickly hid behind their mother as Rosalinda strode forward, pressing her hand against the glass tube.

"Mistress, forgive me for being the bearer of bad news, but you were defeated in combat," Rosalinda informed.

"By the Riders…" Sauron snarled. "AND WARREN SMITH!" The crimson fluid's glow intensified and bubbled violently.

"Yes, unfortunately," said Rosalinda apologetically. "But I was able to recover your mask which contained your soul and brought it back here to our home in the Horror's World. It took us months to create this machine so that you would be able to communicate with us."

"My beloved Rosalinda, my most dutiful servant and wife. You do so much for me. I am grateful," said Sauron.

"Mistress…" Rosalinda pressed herself against the tube, wrapping her arms around it in an embrace.

"So close and yet I have no hands to hold you nor a body to hold you against," said Sauron sadly.

"For now, this is enough for me," said Rosalinda.

"We will find a way to regenerate your body," swore Grimm.

"Papa," the twins chimed.

"My children, does it sadden you to see me in such a pathetic state?" asked Sauron. The twins shook their heads. "It saddens me. I am ashamed. I am defeated and now I am stuck in this state." Her tone then turned malicious, "But, mark my words, I shall avenge my defeat and the Riders will pay. I may be weakened now but I shall collect my power once more and they will be hell to pay!"

"You talk big for a mask in a tube!" snickered an insane voice.

"Who goes there!?" demanded Jack Moon as he reached for his sword.

Stepping into the light were none other than Yazoo, Malum and Odium.

"How the mighty have fallen," chuckled Odium with a shake of his head.

"Indeed," agreed Yazoo. "You are no longer your old self."

"Something's different about you? Did you lose weight?" mocked Odium.

"How dare you!?" Jack Moon charged but Odium's fist met his face and knocked him to the ground.

"Can I kill him?" Odium asked his brothers eagerly.

"No," said Yazoo.

"Torture him? Maim him? Dismember him?"

Yazoo repeated, "None of that at all."

Odium frowned like a child denied his candy before tossing Jack Moon away.

"I haven't met you," said Sauron as she saw the third brother.

"Of course not. You may call me Malum."

"What is it you want?" Sauron asked.

"Why…we want Warren Smith of course."