Far out within the wheat field, Death kneels on the floor, clutching his head as if he were in some sort of pain. Suddenly he gets up.
"I know what this place is missing!"
He raises his hands over his head and black electricity begins to form about them, then he crosses his arms across his chest and begins spinning rapidly. The wheat stalks around him begin to take on a swirling pattern as wind starts to kick up. Soon, the sheer amount of wind swirling about him attracts the onyx clouds in the sky and they too begin to swirl. A point on the clouds begins to bulge downwards before slowly falling towards Death where it touches down to the ground and forms a massive tornado.
Death, who was in the center, is now being flung around like a rag doll in his own creation with a rather deadpan look on his face as it makes it's way towards the mansion.