The lad was shaken by the event, but what would you expect from such a greenhorn? At least the lad was obeying him. He stopped projecting and opened his eye awaiting the lad. His footsteps vibrated through the floor and Souldrinker vibrated in turn. His eye turned upward only to see a heavily build man with stubble and crew cut hair enter the barracks. Form his features, he was certainly a half-Fae, the slightest sign of the slender Fae shown in his aura and in his face. For such a big man, he acted like a scared child. Eligor chuckled to himself, remembering the fear he used to strike in mortals as a Great Duke of Hell. The lad picked up with a tender grip, not the firm grip of a swordsman. Eligor sighed again and remained silent after that as he was carried up to the Division One office. Maybe he had overestimated this one.
He was then dumped on the table in the room, the lad was clearly frightened of Eligor's demonic appearance. Through his eye he saw a girl of a military bearing, no doubt a half-demon, but then again D.I.C.E. were full of the bastard offspring nowadays. Eligor blamed the incubi and succubi. He looked around again and saw another Brit, a tall woman with a spirit in tow. No doubt of the mages, magic was getting so common these days. There were about two people of the scientific persuasion, judging by their lab coats. The lab boys and girls were always capturing demons and poking them with sticks. Eligor got bored again and looked up at his wielder, he'd better know the truth sooner or later, otherwise those frightful questions would never go away. While the inscription bound him to the blade, it told his story in concise but terribly poetic way.
"Erm Hi, I brought the blade as requested. I didn't know if I should be here but it said all personnel and I guess even if I've only been here a few hours that I count"
Eligor projected himself again, a faint image of a well-groomed, well-dressed gentleman in his mid-fifties filled the room.
"I also assumed that, while technically being part of Division One, I could lend a hand," Eligor said, then he turned to the greenhorn, and continued, "Lad, if you are so worried about me, read the inscription carved into me. It binds me to the blade and tells my story."