[i] Lance's reaction was instantaneous, an explosion of energy whipping outwards from being, shadows lashing and cutting into anything nearby.[/i] "And here I thought you might be a man with a little bit of respect." [i] Lance growls, a swirl of abysmal shadow forming near his neck, towards his collarbone. Lance plunges his hand into it, and withdraws a sword. It's blade was black, with runes running up and down the blade. It was wider towards the hand guard, the cross piece coming out and up into two wicked points. The blade thinned out towards the end. A blue gem sat towards the hilt, and the aura of this sword.. If Lucien had thought the Demon's Heart was bad, this sword made the Demon's Heart it's bitch in terms of bad. It simply radiated feelings of anguish and sorrow, it thrives off of hate and rage, it [b]lived[/b] on the tears of the anguish and the torn. The thing was, it wasn't necessarily evil. Sure, it was definitely bad, but it wasn't entirely malevolent. [/i] "Tell me, False Prophet, what are your nightmares made out of?" [i] Lance said loudly. His white and gold sword was sheathed now, this new blade having replaced it.[/i] https://imgur.com/a/LZBPZ