Three Birds, One Stone

"That's not your weapon," Ariana's eyes widened as the realization hit her. The scythe he held did not belong to him. It behaved differently than the swords and spears that other Angels had held. Raphael's bombs, Malik's spear, Cephyr's swords, Micheal's Excalibur, they all had an energy that stuck to the Angel, a weapon that they could call theirs. But this scythe that her father held, it was not his. It was definitely not his.

For the first time ever, a smile spread across the Fallen's face. Not a smile she really wanted to see though. Something sinister, it was almost sad.

"You are the first person who ever noticed."