The demon hissed in rage at the weapon. Despite its dark appearance, it was a holy weapon. "Black Death!" she spat. "Curse it! Smelt it down and scatter the ashes!" The young man smiled.
"Same reaction, every time," he said. "Demons everywhere react the same way to the weapon used by my father. Despite the fact that he only used it for two years to harvest souls in the fifteen hundreds, it's undoubtedly his most famous: Kuroshi, the Black Death."