Naberius raised the sword before her face, and for an instant, the red light radiating from it reflected in her eyes like two cruel twin suns. The edge glowed as if freshly forged, pulsing in response to its owner's touch. With a slow, almost ritualistic movement, she brought the blade to her lips and placed a lingering kiss on the burning metal.
"Ah..." she sighed, her eyes half-closed in pleasure, like someone reuniting with a lost lover. "I've missed you so much, my baby..."
She hugged the sword to her chest, closing her eyes, as if she could hear a response coming from deep within the steel. The edge crackled with energy, red and gold flames coursing through the blade, vibrating in tune with her sigh.
Vergil, still leaning on his katana, froze. He tried to find a word, any word, but nothing came. The most he could manage was a dry, incredulous laugh, spitting a trickle of blood onto the floor at the same time.
