On instinct, he tried summoning his blade... which was Voidpiercer; even with a new blade, his body still remembered his first blade as his main. He hadn't even realized it... Well, maybe because nothing happened, nothing came out.
He stared at his hand, confused, before frowning as he heard the angel take a step forward.
To think he would look exactly the same as he had that day... his body made out of shadows, purely shadows, and with his wings hanging by his side, which, in his opinion they didn't have the form of an angel at all. And his opinion was further proven by the horns on his head.
His eyes were white, glowing white, no iris, just pure white to stare at; it almost blended into the surroundings
Yet this time, in his hand, it didn't hold any blade; it did make him relax slightly, since while he couldn't summon his blade, it also didn't have anything to attack him with.
