Blood and Black Wings

Dark blood begins to run down, dripping onto the stone floor and spreading through the cracks in thin black streams before he, with the same calmness he used to drive them in, tears the swords from his body.

He doesn't even take a step back.

"Samael. She will absorb the souls of her enemies. Stronger and more powerful than any other."

He hands the sword, still stained with his blood, to the elder