Drops echoed throughout the cave. Little light entered, just enough to illuminate the gray person approaching from deeper in. His blank white eyes shone through as he smiled and sat down with a thick sword.
"Greetings!" His voice sounded like multiple people layered on top of one another. "I am Specter and this is my blade, Strife!" He laid it on his lap and ran his fingers over the metal. "The day I found this arm was fortunate indeed, as legend speaks of an ancient warrior's spirit imbued within its mantle. One that promises to elevate me to a similar glory-"
"I HUNGER!"
"...For a cost."
The sword rose up on its own, surrounded by a ghostly aura.
"FEED ME!"
"Strife, I told you, not now."
"FEED ME!"
"I fed you earlier, why must you-"
"I CRAVE BLOOD!"
Specter sighed. "Apparently the imbuement was also a curse. I'll make sure to keep it sated while I'm there, ideally over the course of battle, but drastic measure need not be taken. Hopefully." Cough. "Yet it's a weapon well worth having by my side."
As he spoke, the blade levitated around on its own. It tossed and turned in the air by its wielder's head.
"Indeed it hungers, but the more blood it draws, the more powerful it gets, the faster it swings, and, er, the more obedient it tends to be."
"I SAID I HUNGER!"
"Good grief!" He shouted, dropping the antiquated elocution. "Fine, I'll get you a rat or something!"
"TWO RATS."
"Only if you drink them slowly!" He snatched the sword out of the air. "I'm not getting you more after this!"
Specter crawled to the camera and picked it up.
"Ugh… No time, we'll have to send this one in. See you soon, I suppose!"
Tape end.