Paid my Dues

It sends a horrifically pleasurable chill down his spine to see Destane on his knees, eyes wide in fear, trembling all over. He's begging and pleading for his life and his kingdom, apologizing, regretting, because he is no longer in possession of the Gauntlet.

Mozenrath is, and he's casting a spell and Destane can hear the bones of his fingers clicking together through the cursed leather as he weaves his magic upon him.

When he's finished, Destane is, quite literally, nothing more than a mindless walking corpse.

"I paid my dues," Mozenrath whispers, and Destane's moaning, grasping at his robes with weak and useless hands, "now it's time you pay yours."