User blog comment:Doctor Ibrahim/The Fatekeeper/@comment-27550231-20161118055722/@comment-28358106-20161120064320

Victivius laughs, a terrible, echoing sound that causes even his wives to shrink in fear.

"So now has come the time for the shadow to return from whence it came!  BEHOLD AS MY JUDGEMENT IS MADE FLESH!"

The dagger flies from Jorge's hands. It floats before the Lich, and he draws his own black blade from within the recesses of his shadow. Drawing slowly, he slits the palm of his hand, and the eye-burning evil flows from his hand and is absorbed into the dagger.

'"It will be a beacon, a Black Lantern to draw the power of the Crucible to its call.  The powers are not yours to wield, but will serve as a clarion for those who can." ' His voice takes on a sneer.  "My brother will know how."

The dagger floats in the air, unclaimed.

'"And now, Champion, we come to our accord.  What are you prepared to surrender for this, the greatest of honors?  Think long on your answer, for to take the blade of the Dark Father is to become His Champion.  That would not serve your goddess well, would it?  And remember, you spurned me once." '