Genesis of the Dire Wolves

“These swords are your weapons, my gifts.”

Hagen takes one and then the other. The moment his hands close around the hilts, a current of energy runs through his body, and the blades respond as if they recognize his blood.

“Samael,” Aethel says, pointing to the first. “Abaddon,” she adds, looking at the second. “They were not forged by any blacksmith. They do not belong to this world. Their power