"The bonding process has begun, surrender yourself mortal, resistance is futile. Just let me devour you."
Azazel watched in horror as the corrupted blade crept up his hand.
He hadn't even been aware.
There was no sound, no movement, no pain.
Nothing to give the sword away.
"When did you—"
"Hahaha… when did I? Foolish mortal, the bonding process started the moment I pierced your heart."
It laughed within his mind.
"You asked what corrupted me? Well let me satiate your curiosity, after that 'thing' descended, the world became ruined, my owner was killed, despite the strength he and his party acquired, they were mere ants in that thing's presence… hahaha, it's laughable, that thing possessed strength even my creator, Amun Rá could not best."
Azazel felt his hand twitch, the markings writhed causing the violet glow to intensify.
