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How funny that a demon who once wielded so many blades of such immense power stands weaponless, his children the inheritors of all his remaining weapons that have not been lost to time. Turning the star over in his hand, he thinks-- and then crushes it in his palm, a single, swift motion. When clawed fingers open once more, the blade takes form in a flash of light.
❝ YOU ARE NO DEVIL ARM, ❞ he muses aloud, gripping the hilt of the greatsword he’s summoned forth, ❝ BUT YOU WILL SERVE NICELY. THOUGH THE IMPORTANT QUESTION REMAINS... WHAT SHALL YOU BE NAMED? ❞
A weapon without title feels hollow. Sparda thinks, giving it a single pensive swing to see how it feels. As expected, though a normal man would struggle to hold it aloft, demonic blood makes it weightless-- an extension of the limb despite the heaviness that could smash a human skull with little effort.
❝ KOPIERE, ❞ he says at last, ❝ PERHAPS NOT MY MOST INSPIRED NAME, AND YET... YES, IT FEELS RIGHT. ❞