I will return

27

I was at the climax of my plan, watching with a sinister smile at the caged and inactive Mistery Inc. members. All of them were motionless, like empty shells, as their souls had been removed from their bodies. Only one thing was missing: Scooby-Doo.

There he was, the last obstacle, tied to a chair, his pleading gaze directed at me."Please, Scrappy, stop!" Scooby begged, trembling. But I knew there was no going back. Not this time.

"No," I responded, implacable, as I placed the Daemon Ritus in the center of my chest. The familiar feeling of power was beginning to grow inside me. Only this time it would be different.

The first time, it was a robot that absorbed the souls and made me believe it was my victory. But this time, I would absorb each one myself. This time... it would be real.

I felt a large number of souls rise from the pit I had created, heading directly towards the Daemon Ritus. They did not enter me suddenly, as before, when my body had collapsed under the weight of their energy. This time, it was slower, with precision, allowing me to savor each soul that joined my power.

As the souls merged with my body, an indescribable happiness invaded me. My plan was working!

I looked over at Scooby and smiled as I raised my hand. With a simple snap of my fingers, my uncle's soul separated from his body and, as if it were the final piece of a puzzle, joined the others. Watching Scooby's soul fade away, float toward me, was the perfect closure.

The Daemon Ritus closed with a soft click, sealing the fate of all who had defied me. I could feel the great power running through my veins, running through every cell of my being. The energy, the control... he had it all!

Finally, the great Scrappy-Doo had triumphed.