Primi Sanguinis Occisor takes a human form

You’re sure that you’re seeing things, that the Sword of the Morning’s physical form is causing your eyes to see what is not there, but you look upon one of the most dangerous and beautiful beings you’d ever laid your eyes upon. Clad in a tarnished, frayed dress and gloves, with skin like the pure, glossy white of her handle, and curls of hair of the same, ethereal luster as her blade, the former sword looms above you on a throne of skulls and blades… before bowing her head deeply in deference.

“Is a mere tool truly worthy of this gift, this one asks of her Master. This one does not believe herself worthy.” There is no meekness in the Sword of the Morning’s voice. However, it contains servility of a profound degree nonetheless. She descends from the podium of bent, crushed furnishings formed by her creation with dignity, yet raises her tattered skirt in a curtsy aimed towards you. “This one was drawn, with greater skill and might than the last, and yet allowed a transgressor to flee.” She raises an unfaltering, but deferring gaze upon you. “This one offers her humblest of apologies to her Master for her failings.”

She did not fail you. The words leave your mouth immediately. You only manage to grasp a hold of yourself, to think, after they leave your mouth. Hurriedly, you explain that you had wielded her. That in mind, there is no need for her to apologize in the least.

“This one is grateful for the kindness of her Master.” The gratitude from the bow aimed towards you is discomforting, however you bear through it until the Sword of the Morning raises her head. “This one shall endeavor to be worthy of such beatitude.” When she raises her head once more, she places her hands primly across her abdomen. “Then, this one shall await her Master’s orders. This one shall do all within her ability to accomplish any and all commands that she might.”

Immediately, you plainly ask for the name of the Sword of the Morning.

The faintest of smiles graces the former sword’s lips.

“This one’s name is Bane of All Demons, the Leash of all Devils, Taker of God’s Second Coming, and the Slaughterer of White and Black Archangels.” Titles of great power come forth. Each one sends a chill down your spine. Still, however, you choose to wait for what you asked. As she speaks, you can’t help but remember the noise created by the Sword of the Morning as you swung it to unleash devastation. “This one’s name, through her former master’s hands and now within his renewed grasp, is Primi Sanguinis Occisor.”