Jeremy will return from Hell when the fire has devoured all that made him human, leaving only what cannot burn—the essence of a soul refined by agony. The flames will have stripped him bare, peeling away every sin, every memory, every shred of mercy, until only the indestructible remains. He will rise, not as he was, but as something forged in torment, a vessel reshaped by the unrelenting hand of eternal judgment.

The angels will not sing for his return, nor will the demons weep for his loss, for he belongs to neither Heaven nor the pit anymore. He will walk among us again, but the air around him will carry the stench of sulfur and despair. And when he speaks, it will not be with the voice of a man but with the whisper of countless condemned souls echoing through him—a terrible reminder of where he has been and the darkness that now walks beside him.