The Purple Flame, Onax King

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"Ha.. Ha.. Your turn"

Clambering out of the hold he handed the shovel off to his accomplice.

"Already? Its barely been an hour.."

Pfft.. The man exhaled in a scoff, flicking a pocket watch open. "Two actually.."

" fu.. Okay.. Fine.."

Snatching the shovel they jumped into the hole. "This place is damn good, filled with treasures. Why do you think they burried so much with them?"

Flicking out a small tabaco stick, he ignited a small flame on his finger. Catching the stick aflame before puffing. He took a moment to stare at the old graveyard. 

"Back then, before the crusade. They thought that when you go to the afterlife. You must take your riches with, paying a toll to the gatekeeper. Or something along those lines."

"So much for that huh?"

"Yea.. So much for.. That.."

His eyes caught a glint of sonething, only a moment later that glint sparked into a flame?

A purple colored flame.