*The demonic blood having altered his brain patterns, he decides that he is holding a weapon that could aid his fellow guards. He raises his newfound weapon, and slashes the snakes apart with ease. Wonderous as to how easily the blade destroyed them, the blade glows a faint blue, enjoying the taste of fresh souls. He knew, however, that such a weapon would be wanted by his superiors, and thus he wouldn't be given the chance to use it in combat, to enjoy the feeling of power over his enemies. For once in his life, there was conflict, though he knew his duty came first to his personal weapons of choice. As this happened, he already knew that new weapons were being forged for the Demonic Guards, as well as new armour. Though, how could those weapons possibly match this glorious blade?*