Indignus - solo by Malcolm Prewitt
{Though the metal of the blade is worn with age and years, its edge has not dulled in sharpness. Trusted and faithful it has stayed by my side, though no longer literally it is always with me in spirit. Once used for repelling the demons that sought out my home, now used for embracing them fully, for giving them the blood they demand like a babe for his mother’s breast. I feel the flesh underneath my firm hands, the wooden hilt replaced time and time again but the blade… the blade remained. It is a part of me as I am a part of it. A contract for my soul written in blood and ink, upon the leathery skin of a hide forever carved into time and existence itself. A contract to serve all of my mortal years, and for as many years as they required me after. I never expected them to keep me under their thumb for so long. Not that I mind.}