Heaven And Hell

Rin's Day

Rin was walking along a street in New York, dressed casually in jeans, a gray t-shirt, and a black jacket, the zipper open so she doesn't get too hot. She's currently shopping for a present for Kolgod, since it's been a year since he joined the SCP foundation. What she didn't know was that Kolgod already had a present ready for her because it was her birthday today. It had been so long without her celebrating, as she had no reason to celebrate.

She strolled into a simple knife shop, looking around for something that would fit Kolgod's wants. They seemingly had everything, from swords to shadow daggers, from sheathes to knives that seemed to shimmer with their own power.

A large man, scarred and muscular, materialized from behind a black curtain. He smiled lightly, greeting her with a deep, lucid voice.

Paul: Hello, hello! Welcome! My name is Paul, and welcome to my humble store. What are you looking for? Judging by your aura, you're a demon, so nothing with a holy origin, or so I'd assume.

Rin wasn't really fazed by his knowledge of her origin. Looking at the stock of what he had, she wasn't even surprised by his blood red eye that seemed to cast its own glow in the dim lighting of the shop.

Rin: I'm not really looking for anything special. My best friend is back, and he's a knife person through and through, so I decided to get him a new one.

Paul: Another Demon? It wouldn't happen to be the new recruit of the Hells Angels, would it? John was just in here earlier boasting about him.

Rin: *smiles a little* You seem to be connected very well.

Paul: You could say that.

Rin: It is, in fact. Do you have any suggestions?

Paul: *thinks for a moment then goes to the back, coming back with a wickedly sharp khopesh, the handle made of some sort of gnarled black horn*

Rin can feel the power that resides within it, recoiling in turn when it's placed on the counter in front of her.

Paul: This blade is made of a lonsdaleite and steel hybrid, with the handle made from the horn of an upper level nine demon.

Rin: But... There are no demons in the ninth level. Period.

Paul: There is one. He is very very shy, and never shows his face, and he's incredibly powerful because of all the dark energy he consumes daily. He sheds his horns once a year, and they're very fragile until they leave the ninth level. It makes them extremely rare and hard to get ahold of. The more blood this blade sheds, the more powerful it will become. However, the power resets every year, to just a simple old blade, except for the horn which will always hold power. Its name is Vinur.

Rin: Oh goodness.... How much?

Paul: *smiles* Free. I need to get this off my hands before the king shows up, and it's a present.

Rin: *smiles* Ill take it.

Paul goes to the back and wraps the blade in lead, then puts it in a box and hands it over to Rin.

Paul: Have a good day. *smiling*

Rin smiles and leaves, bidding him goodbye before walking back to the Foundation and walking through the cafeteria. The entire foundation is quiet and not even the SCP's were making noise. The lights all turn on, blinding Rin temporarily, with a thunderous cry.

All: SURPRISE!!!!

Rin just smiles and replies: Let's get this party started.