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He dropped the still warn Dremora lords heart into the offering box, it magically snapped shut and locked almost as soon as the heart entered with a bang and a clank of tumblers. He began to raise the dagger, whispering the words of the terrible incantation into the darkness. It echoed around the halls of Ipsumali. Jibran, the victim, lay restrained by magical arts to the altar in a deep sleep brought on by some black magic as the dagger plunged down towards his heart. The warm blood oozed from the wound as a glowing sigil stone materialized in the mortal plane. He reached out and took it, grinning evilly.