The Devil's Blade
It was evening in Kyoto, Japan. This warm, summer night was strangely perfect. Too perfect... The temple's braziers were lit with flames of scarlet and gold. Yes, this night was truly serene, except for one thing: the evil presence here which seemed almost satanic in a way. The monks here would later find that this feeling was more than just a feeling.
I was taking a late-night stroll through the town, and noticed a shiny object out of the corner of my eye. I turned to face it, and it was a katana, a japanese sword used by samurai warriors in an age long forgotten. This one was about 3 feet in length and it's sheath was missing. The hilt was ornately decorated. "Who would leave this beautiful work of art in the middle of a city without its sheath?", I thought as I picked up the sword.
"I don't know."
I turned around to face the voice, katana in hand, but nobody was there. "I'm in your hand, idiot."
I glanced at the blade. The katana seemed to be talking, almost as if it was sentient. "Treat me well, human, and I will reward you. Mistreat me and neglect me, and I will destroy you. Now, go find me a sheath."
I must be going insane, I thought. I decided to ignore the blade's request. I took the blade home with me, and later that night, the blade spoke once more.
"Where is my sheath?! I told you to get me one."
"You aren't real. You don't exist. You are just a sword, nothing more."
"You are wrong. I am Satan, king of the demons, and ruler of hell. Now, go get me a sheath immediately, or face my wrath!"
Holy crap, I thought as I glanced in the direction of the blade. This sword is talking to me. Blue flames enveloped the sword and it said: "Of course I am. Why else could you hear my voice?"
"I thought I was just going insane," I responded.
"Well, you thought wrong."
"Why do you need a sheath? Why don't you just possess something else?
"Yeah, I lied. I'm not Satan, or at least not fully him. I am just his sword, and I need a sheath, otherwise..."
"Otherwise what?
"Nevermind, i-it's just something I need."
"Can it wait till morning?"
"No, it can't."
"I'm not taking you to get a sheath."
The blade, seeming to defy gravity, levitated up. "You should have listened to me. You fool. Now my power has grown to enormous levels, and cannot be contained. Prepare to die!"
The room got cold. Really cold. Frost quickly grew on everything, until it bursted into blue flames. The sword was now completely covered in these blue flames. "Your fate is SEALED!"
It took 3 days for the house to stop burning. There were no corpses found. The sword is still at large, hunting for its sheath, and burning anything in its path.
Written by Mithril Lord
Content is available under CC BY-SA
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