The Old Man said, “If you make this pact, you will become as I am.”
“Who are you?” Daigon ventured.
“I am the diverter of Destiny. I am the simplicity and defiance of Choice.
I am the thorn in the side of Azathoth, the Great Dumb God that devours all and knows not. I walk among the stars and their cold light of Fate does not touch me.”
“And what of me?” Justin demanded. “How do you know that I am the “Defender,” and that I will live on to fulfill this destiny you speak of?”
This made the Old Man grin, “Because you do and you have and you are. You hold and protect the One Who Will Spit in the Eye of the Sightblinder. The Star Child.”