The Oath
He had to admit, he had outdone himself. Even if he was in a, to be polite, hovel the humans insisted was proper traveler's lodgeings, it felt good. Burn wounds healing, concussion fadeing, scratches sealing up...there was nothing, nothing like the power of the ring to make a man feel alive after takeing on a B-List superteam.
Sinestro looked at the young man, sobbing as he relived every night-terror, every anxiety, every guilt trip in his wasted life. "Be happy, Mister..." he looked at the Bellhop's name tag. "Raquel. You have served some purpose in your life. And, in your death."
"In Bleakest Day,
"In Cloud-Choked Night,
"What Goodness Dare Escape My Sight?"
"Let All Who Cower In the Light..."
"Beware My Power!" The man screamed, silently, as the weight of a thousand albatrosses snapped his neck. The Fallen Lantern grinned, feeling the ring return to full power. "The Sinister Light...now, to see an old aquaintence."
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