[@thewizardguy]

Firebrand slowly stepped forward, and took flight up to the paladins outstretched palm. He hovered there, breathing steadily. Did he want it? But, no, he knew the being puppeting this knight spoke true. He did. Every day, it the depths of his soul, there wasn't a moment he didn't regret giving up this power. Throwing away his one chance to do what every dream that haunted the underworld dreamed of, and for what? Surely he would have been called a hero. Surly, even as a brutal tyrant, they would still chant the name of the Hero Firebrand with pride for accomplishing what so many had sought? Those he had destroyed for this crest were dead, they could not judge him and had no right besides. Had they not also been seeking the crest? Had they not fought and killed and burned just as he had? And what had stopped him the first time he reached out for such power but the intervention of a coward schemer? Would he have not been a better king than Phalanx for all those years? There was no point in concerning himself with the fate of those he had crushed on his path to the crest, they had simply not been strong enough. No one could disparage him for that, least of all himself, the hypocrites! Why had he ever forsaken it in the first place!?

[i]Rest assured, Joker. Everyone here bears the world's fate...[/i]

Firebrand snapped to attention, arm outstretched to take up what was rightfully his, and halted. There was something behind him, visible to the depraved god and, in this strange moment, perhaps everyone present. A knight, clad in shining silver, eyes steely and fearless staring back at Slaanesh from the depths of the demons soul. His enemy. The enemy he was meant to fight. The enemy who, after taking this power, meeting in battle again would be rendered meaningless. The Blazon of Nothingness. With it, the greatest joy that could be had would be reduced to nothing. There would be only the cold.

He pushed himself back, opened his mouth, and launched a buster at the Crest of Infinity.