His smile widened. The pin was inserted into his right palm, a tad viciously, and blood welled up immediately. If you could call it blood. It was more of a thick, black substance that oozed more than flowed. Flagg stuck his left forefinger into the sanguine substance, and scrawled a sigil onto the contract, an eye in a circle, and a lightning bolt. The sigil flashed for a moment, then settled into the paper.