Demon's Pact

A dark sword with a cruelly notched edge, created out of raw hatred.

Story
She clutched a dagger in her trembling hands, thrusting blindly at her assailants. They had killed her mother, her father, her brother. She swore to herself, and perhaps something far greater, that she would survive and make them pay.

The girl escaped, covered in the blood of her family. The other villagers noticed how she had become distant and attempted to reach out to her. However, none were successful.

Her quest for revenge consumed every waking moment. She was no longer herself: her hate had contorted her into a being beyond their knowing.

She clutched the sword, its sharp edge grinning in the light. Her hands were splattered with blood- their blood. In the corner, a boy with his fingers gripping onto a pocketknife. She could do nothing but laugh.