"I'm too far past to change; whatever that black hand did to me in the portal - it was the worst for me."  Screwtape saw the sword; Apolyon realized he was hesitating.<br/><br/>"Pick it up, oh mighty fearless Screwtape!  Then, you can end your own madness.  Do the world a favor; kill yourself now if you have suddenly gotten a conscience."<br/><br/>Screwtape answered:  "I don't care what you think about me Apolyon."<br/><br/>"Yeah, that's your problem.  You don't care about anyone but yourself."<br/><br/>Screwtape thought on it for a moment; without hesitating, he quickly picked up the sword.  Finding an appropriate spot on his arm, and with one swift motion of the blade, he made one single cut.  The blood rushed out of him; pulling a vial from his pocket (his personal tricks of the trade), he captured some of the blood in the vial, the sword landing on the ground and giving a large clank sound.<br/><br/>"Take this vial and, in the presence of Flynn, throw it on the ground, let it break and contaminate the ground.  Thus the curse will be released."  His arm continued to bleed, almost as if, perhaps, he had dashed a major artery.  "Take this sword and give it to Penelope; it is the most powerful sword I've ever seen; she can protect herself and her family."  Screwtape realized it didn't look good for him.  He had under appreciated the blade's ability to kill.<br/><br/>"Go, before I change my mind and kill you both."