Icarus Incorporated

The Ninth Key: Frostblade

He had killed his only brother. Slaughtered him as he did a fattened calf on the holy day. The mere seconds that separated his envious intentions and his murderous actions had altered him forever. On that arctic night, Treachery in pure form was born. It had carved its way into our world with his blade and the innocent blood of his brother’s heart gave it unquenchable thirst.