Morningstar I

In his hand, the Blade of Dawn, Morningstar dulled, yielding its majestic luster to an obsidian black. Zariel was not entertained, returning the blade to Aurelia's side, observing how it blazed like the rising of dawn. 

He was of half the mind to believe the blade was mocking him. It wouldn't have been an odd phenomenon. Throughout the Twelve Realms, there existed numerous Arcane Armaments that possessed spirits that allowed them to communicate with their Masters. 

And Morningstar happened to be just one. 

"What are the chances I Soul Bond with being someone that has a connection with the Hells? Days after I escaped? Someone is running a game on me." He concluded, pouring himself a drink within his manor. "What a fucking laugh." 

The burn emanating within his chest ran to his mind, obscuring mental stimulation. He didn't want to think tonight. The wounds he sustained had been restored, but the fatigue he acclimated was heavy.