My arm was burning like hell. Nero had just finished his blood symbols on the floor and took my hand and smeared it all over my forearm. My teeth were grinding together as the blue and red colors swerved in my skin. It was like a parasite was in my veins, drinking in my source of life. My nails were starting to glow with an immensely ominous aura. The power was spreading through my right arm. My hair was turning into a light blue as I saw myself in the river next to the blood symbols. Blood was dripping from my nose and mouth as I yelled in pain.
"Shut up Masato!" Nero yelled at me as he took my arm. "Don't you want a Devil Bringer too?"
"Yes!" I exclaimed through pain and nausea, "Yes but I never imagined the pain!" My arm started to bubble up as Nero held it down towards the now glowing star written in blood. My vision was blurring, but Nero punched me in the face.
"Do not go to sleep, or it won't work!" He said through gritty teeth. "I had to go through the same thing too!"
"I'm fucking trying as hard as I can!" My arm was turning hard, and it felt cold.
"It's transforming into the demonic alloy. You should be feeling soothing coolness now." Nero said as he covered my arm in towels with angelic herbs. "Let the pain knock you out Masato."
In an instant my eyes closed and my senses all stopped. It was done. I had the Devil Bringer.
I awoke on the grass next to the river where my arm was transformed. I got up and to my amazement, I didn't feel weak at all.
"You finally awake?" Nero asked with a grin. "What a week just watching you breathe like a baby."
"One week?" I asked with bafflement. "I slept that long?"
"Long? That's the shortest time I've ever seen anybody recover from! I slept for a month."
I got up and picked up the sword Nero gave me, which he told me to name. I really had no clue what to name it.
"You give that bitch a title yet?" Nero asked humorously.
"No, I can't think of one." I caressed the black bladed sword with my Devil Bringer.
"Well, you can't start fighting even the lesser demons without naming your sword. It's like going out to sea with an unnamed boat."
I thought for a moment and it struck me. The perfect name for my black-steeled, white hilted sword.
"What about 'Twilight'?" I asked Nero.
"Not a bad name Masato." Nero replied back. "Well, let's get to fighting the lesser demons. You are now a demon hunter."