Damien Darhk was alone in his conference room, he needed the peace and quiet away from his organisation. It had been 23 days since his last ritual for his magical power. For the last two days he had started to feel its power weaken in his fingertips. It was taking him almost twice as long to drain the life from one his victims and that would not do.

He first unlocked his cabinet where he kept his prized possession. The cabinet was expensive plated with gold, sensors placed all around this ancient artefact. No one could find it, no one could take it away from him. Damien then unlocked the box within the cabinet and carefully placed the artefact onto his desk.

A blood sacrifice was needed for its power and Damien was willing to do anything for it. He pulled a knife from his pocket and made a small slice on his hand. He squeezed the blood onto the table in front of the artefact and muttered a prayer.

Already he was feeling rejuvenated with life and power. The Lazarus pits while useful were nothing compared to what he had now. He would be ready for anything that came across him now, no one could stand in his way. He smiled one last time looking at his fabled icon and uttered…

"Praise Beebo!"