The Crystal Vizier

by Lich-Lord Krosis


The Blade of the Damned

"Congratulations, my lord." Kel'Thuzad spoke, his echoing voice breaking the tender moment between husband and wife. The stallion released his mare, and turned to the lich. The crowd of nobles surrounding the couple and vizier had long since started stomping their hooves in applause, their prince reveling in his new status. The prince let his now much smaller wife down from their hug, and turned his bulk towards the Archlich.

"Thank you, Kel'Thuzad." he beamed, his face exploding with joy. The lich chuckled lightly at his master's childlike antics as he embraced his wife once more, the pink alicorn squealing in delight as he lifted her high above him, balancing on two hooves.

As much as I hate to break this up, Frostmourne's appearance is a problem that CANNOT wait...

"My king, I apologize for this interruption, but it is very imperative that we secure the blade..." the lich spoke, his form already floating towards the open doors to the throne room. Meanwhile, the prince had nestled his princess on his back, as the mare was now a little more than half his size. He sighed, and nodded grimly, following his vizier.

"Court is adjourned for the day, go home to your families!" the prince happily exclaimed, nuzzling his wife. He noted the already mostly completed wall on his way out, the prince smiling at the rapid reconstruction.

"My queen, have you... touched the sword?" Kel'Thuzad asked, his pace increasing slightly as he accelerated towards the Royal Bedchamber's large oak doors.

"No, we let it be... better not to mess with something you know nothing about, right?" she chuckled, the alicorn hopping down from her husbands back, stretching her legs. "What is it, anyway?"

Ugh... were to begin...

"It is called Frostmourne, my lady. A terrible, terrible weapon that was wielded by you husband's predecessors." the lich threw open the doors to the chamber, the small form of Marrowfrost galloping up to the mage as he entered. Kel'Thuzad noted the several wards and rune circles surrounding the blade, making a small mental note to praise his advisor for his foresight and intuition in keeping the blade untouched...

"Master, you've returned!" he exclaimed, bowing stiffly to the Archlich and his sovereigns. The lich nodded, waving his claw.

"Yes, yes, we can celebrate later. What of the sword?" the revenant nodded, and turned to the cursed blade, which was till embedded deep in the crystal floor, the tiles ripped up and cracked by the frigid cold that eternally dripped and seethed from the blade of the greatsword. The lich rubbed his chin with a single, long finger.

"I know of no safe way to move the blade..." the Archlich finally said, a rather annoyed tone poisoning his voice. Shining walked up beside the mage, and spoke.

"What was so... dangerous about this blade?" he asked, the brief description that the Archlich had given him a few moments before not sating his curiosity. The lich turned his head, grimacing invisibly at the alicorn's question.

"Frostmourne... was made by demons, to begin with. A very powerful group of demons, known as The Burning Legion. Back on my homeworld, they were constantly scheming to invade our world... the Lich King was one of their 'plans'." Kel'Thuzad turned to the royal couple, his eyes widening as he realized how much taller his master's new form was compared to his wife's. "The original Lich King, Ner'Zhul, was powerful enough at one point to go rogue, and Frostmourne was his weapon." he turned back to the blade, the unholy flames dimly burning within the eye sockets of the metallic ram skull adorning it glimmering off of the admittedly beautiful weapon.

"What was so horrible about it, Kel'Thuzad?" Cadence asked, her form leaning up against her husband, the princess still recovering somewhat from her injuries, her legs rather weak. The lich spoke up from his daze.

"It is a terrible conjoining of necromancy and metal... the perfect killing machine. The first of the runeblades, Frostmourne is said to mold itself to your mind, swinging and cleaving as it's master wishes. It is said to weigh nothing to it's wielder, and hits with the force of a tree to it's enemy..." he turned to his master. "My knowledge of it's properties is limited, however, as wielding it comes at a terrible price..." the lich turned back to the sword, nodding to Marrowfrost to lower the wards around the blade.

The construct nodded, and his hooves glowed white for a moment.

The unholy energy of the sword surged through the room, visibly fluttering the lich's robes, and making Cadence shiver from the cold.

"The blade is molded and bound to the Lich King, and the Lich King alone... anyone else who attempts to use the blade... are lost to it." the lich explained, floating slowly closer towards Frostmourne. "Their souls are trapped within, forever tormented and used to fuel it's unholy energies... every soul making the blade heavier to the opponent, and lighter to the wielder..."

The princess gasped, and whimpered when the ich reached out, willing to test his theory with his recently acquired life...

"Kel'Thuzad, wait!" Shining spoke hurriedly.

The bony contours of the lich's hand made contact with the pommel...

Besides the cold of the blade sizzling as his lukewarm hand touched it, nothing happened.

The lich sighed in relief, and grasped the sword with his claw. With a mighty magic-aided heave, the blade cut cleanly from it's crater, and weighed heavily upon the lich's arm.

"How... you just said... ohhhhhh. Very clever..." Cadence remarked, her smile making the lich's frozen, nonexistent heart swell with pride.

In truth, he was terrified that that wouldn't work. The prince looked back and forth between the lich and his beloved, obviously confused.

"What, how? Someone tell me!" he exclaimed, his voice making his wife giggle at his antics.

"Seeing as I have no soul... I may safely handle the blade... interesting..." the lich inquired, his left claw reaching up to lightly cup the underside of the blade. He kneeled down before his king, and spoke. "Your weapon awaits, my king..."

"Kel'Thuzad, are you sure this is... safe?" he asked, his form protectively shrouding his wife's. Kel'Thuzad chuckled.

"Only the Lich King may wield it, my king. YOU are the Lich King. It bows to your whim..." the lich explained. "Leaving it unclaimed would be a hazard."

The stallion nodded, and summoned up his telekinesis. He lightly grasped the hilt of the sword...

Clairvoyance exploded from his mind.

He could feel the weapon calling out to him, bonding with his body.

He could now visibly see the necromantic cold flowing forth from the blade, flowing through the air before dissipating...

He could feel the blade. He WAS the blade.

He grinned, and lifted it. Effortlessly.

With an exclamation of surprise, the king's eyes closed, flickering lightly. When he opened them, a light blue glow echoed in visible waves from his pupils.

The Archlich grinned.

Shining chuckled, a little darkly, and gently rested the blade over his shoulder...

The Blade of the Damned bowed to him now...

No one else...

HIM.