If it's worthy
And nothing happened. It felt uncomfortable at first but nothing out of the ordinary happened. The Crown was a cold, dead thing that fit his head firmly with the small thorns pointing out.
"Is that it?"
"Be patient...."
Belialthorn wasn't listening anymore because pressure was building at the back of his head. A dull pain took hold of his skull in a tight grip, expanding into a ringing until his head exploded into a roar.
Then Belialthorn exploded. Blue light burst out of him, pouring out his eyes, creating cracks in his skin to sip out, and then he opened his mouth to scream, a beam of blue came out, pouring like smoke.
It was as if he swallowed a small star and it was too much for him.