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"Y'know what? You nearly killed us all for this damn thing in the first place. You nearly ended me multiple times. You can have it."
Danny flung the Crown of Fire at Vlad, who was still sprawled in the dirt after his last assault on Danny.
The Crown caught on fire halfway there.
Vlad's wide eyes followed it's trajectory.
Danny's throw was true--it landed on Vlad's stomach, and the flames grew higher. A nauseating sizzle filled the air.
Vlad tried to roll away, to grab it, but it refused to allow him to grasp it or escape it.
"This is what you asked for, right? To take the weight of the crown off my shoulders?"
Vlad started begging Danny to remove it as it started slowly sinking, still burning, into his abdomen. Bright green ectoplasm started oozing out.
"You wanted the crown. You were willing to end me for it. But I'm not sure you can bear the weight."
Danny stood up and glared at Vlad, pausing to make one last statement before he left.
"Don't forget, Vlad: Heavy is the crown."