Like Father, Like Son

"How are you doing that?" 

Julius lifted his head, tilting it in confusion at the question, wondering what he could possibly be referring to, before glancing at the souls clutched in his long, spindly arms. 

"Oh, this? This is my gift from you, I have been able to do so since birth. Titus has his flames, I have mine." 

He lifted one of his hands, showing off the small flickering soul flame that he had pinched between his fingers, before he placed it down into the last mini circle in the ritual carving. 

It wasn't unexpected that Julius would have some form of ability, like his brother. Titus had black flames that he could produce and control, which he often used to power his forge. He had never stuck around long enough to find out the same for Julius... he was honestly a little neglectful. Maybe, when things weren't so 'horrible looming death' he would find some time to spend with his sons and really get to know them. Become worthy of the name Father.