@supertinyking@thewizardguy"To deceive you would be to undo my very being, friend, for I am Eclipse. I cannot willingly comitt an evil act without contradicting my own essence. Such is my will and the way of a divinity. Which is to say, I choose to either walk the path of light, or I choose to die." The rules that bound this entity in the blade were very cut and dry, but they were rules that he chose to impose on himself. As ordered as he was, Eclipse was a fre agent, at least, until he ended up in that sword.
"Which of course brings me back to my current dilemma. What you see before you is merely a temporary housing for my spirit. My sword is a resivoir for my soul, a teather to the material plane and to existence itself, should my physical being be vanquished. And I was, unfortunately, vanquished." A sadness could be heard in the sword's voice, as if he were mourning his own self. It was clear that he regretted whatever had happened to him. This Eclipse, who claimed some kind of divinity, did not want to be 'dead.'
"My slayer hunts me still, at least, his disciples do. They seek to capture me in this blade, to torture and bend my soul until I become a powerful and terrible fiend and slave to their god. I am afraid, if they do find me in my current state, there will be little I can do to resist breaking, for long. I fear the monster I would become more than cold oblivion, but... I cannot give in to despair just yet. Even among all that is good and all mortal life, there is someone most of all that I must live for." Desparate, yet still clinging to hope, Eclipse nearly reached out from the blade of his soul toward Kisaki. The young warrior held so much potential, yet how could Eclipse impose so heavily on such an innocent? He controlled himself, relying on patience, and honesty. He said no more about the person he mentioned.
"Be it known to you that the god who hunts me is the oldest and wisest of the gods. He is THE ruler of all of hell, the Dark Prince, the First, the Archfiend himself, Asmodeus. You will surely be attacked by his minions if you try to keep me, or dare to aid me. His followers are insane in their devotion and skilled at deceit. I cannot ask you to protect me. The task is too great for a mortal to... Wait! Someone is here! Make use of me, and I will protect you from harm."
Just then, the new martial artist with a demon arm showed up amid a rain of blood and body parts. Eclipse watched him and began to read his heart. The pain and sorrow were loud and clear, like an open book to him where the text was literally glowing in light.
