Darkness settled into the crudely carven cave. A dull grey beam of light sparkled in through a small hole in the sceiling. Water slowly dripped from which, into the darkness, landing with a small splatter on a hard, shiny, smooth obsidian surface. Drip. Drip. Drip. It continued on and on as if to torture the object already packed to the brim with living rage. Drip. Drip. Drip. Non-stop. That is.. until there was a sudden shatter in the brittle wall, tearing the cave open in a mix of stone and clay. Beyond the darkness existed two eyes. Eyes the colors of crimson and blood. A wide, toothy smile appeared in the dark opening as well, as the being allowed themself in, heading straight for the graceful waves of white energy, gliding over the object's smooth surface. With a firm grasp the creature pulled the object forth from the ground, glowing eyes shining brighter with pride.
"Finally.." The being breathed, examining the blade. "Don't worry, dear, friend... Your old pal's got you." He spoke, taunting, almost. With the sword firmly in his grasp, the immortal couldn't help but chuckle darkly to himself. After all these years.. he finally had the upper hand.