**Staring at Mamud disgusted**
Charon: Forget it. Kizzy, if we could defeat Lilith, not once but twice, then we could put down this asshole without their help.
**Kizmat rubbed his chin and replied**
KIZMÄT: I am not too sure that we could. I accept the terms on counter-conditions. First, you grant me the authority to invoke and reapply the Lords of Darkness seal at my discretion. Second, should any harm befall me, such as a betrayal or harm to my Charon during this process, the cost will be your life.
These counter-conditions sparked Mamud to ponder deeply.
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Charon: "And there it is. The Scepter of Mortis... so, why exactly do you need this thing?"
DS: "With it, I am able to summon the Mortal Wrestling Championship belt, it has been lost to the flow of time- this is when the scepter is at its strongest power... now we just need to grab it...."
Charon and Darkspade walk up the steps and notice the scepter above them.
DS: "Oi. It's farther up than I anticipated... I guess using this throne as a step and Mortis not knowing will work heh."
As Darkspade stepped on the throne and reached high to snatch the scepter, in the distance, a sea of thaumaturge knights complete with shields and swords... the knights parted, and two evil crimson eyes were seen in the darkness... Charon gulps and sidesteps...
Charon: "Uh... dad.... you better hurry"
DS: "I..... I... almost got it....."
From the parted line of knights emerged a deathly sunburst that shot from the gnarled, twisted fingertips of Lord Mortismere-- the burst of energy exploded in front of the throne, causing Darkspade to be violently thrown from his seat, but in his right hand was the Scepter... Darkspade was left smoking from the blast; his clothes charred and his face blackened. Charon, a figure of unwavering loyalty, stood silent as Lord Mortismere emerged.... his eyes, twin orbs of pure hatred, glistening as he looked down at Darkspade.