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The Thief of the Rose
Date: 9/17/2017, Categories: Fiction, Non-Erotic, Author: mj37, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com
watch as the two halves, sword and warrior began to draw together until they overlapped each other. The corporeal body of the warrior began to fade away as the sword's image began to sharpen until all that was left on the altar was the bastard sword. Dao concentrated his power into the fingertip of his index finger and carved only one rune into the blade, on both sides. He inscribed only the rune of making, since this sword would be above all others. The blade glowed brighter and brighter as Dao spoke words of power and lore into the sword in a language unknown to Melvina. He spoke the sword's reason for being and the purpose that Dao had for it, a purpose that he had not revealed to Melvina or her brothers. This first sword would be above the natural laws of the universe; space and time would not have rulership over it. It would be bound by only one law, a law that it would be charged to uphold: 'Death comes for us all in the end'. Dao picked the sword up off the altar he raised it high over his head. "Awaken!" he commanded as the sword burst into a silver flame and its rune glowed silver as well. "BEHOLD, I AM DEATHBRINGER, THE HAND OF DEATH!" the sword's voice, low and raspy, reverberated off the walls of the cavern. "I WILL BE THE INSTRUMENT MY CREATOR REQUIRES! I AM THE SWORD OF DOOM!" "Excellent!" Dao remarked. "Melvina, we did it!" Now that the sword was complete Dao began work on the sword's stone. The stone would be the resting place for the sword when not wielded. ...