Alex stared at the sword in his hand, still very much excited by the fact that he had finally made his own sword.
Nightslayer.
How long had it been since he had a sword that he could say was truly his own? The last time he had a sword of his own was Midnight, and it had been destroyed before he was even sent to Hell. The period after that had been one when he didn't have a sword of his own.
He had used his master's Creation before he understood what it was. And then he had used Godslayer's body, though that was not his own sword, so it wasn't as good.
But now, he had done it. He had his sword.
Alex held the sword before him, letting it cool down considerably. As it cooled, he could see the bright yellow color that the metal had taken on, but more than just that, there were also black sections on the sword that he hadn't noticed beforehand while it had all been glowing.
