Kratos felt something hitting against his wings, and opened them to allow Rylie to be seen by Death. The skeletal being walked over to her slowly. "Relax," he said calmly. "That whole Reaper's touch thing is a myth. I can't kill anyone by touching them. well, at least not with my hands anyway. Let me look at you."<br/><br/>He grabbed her chin and observed her features and horns for a moment. Letting go of her, he seemed to materialize a small box out of nowhere. Addressing Rylie, he said, "I suppose you don't know this, but your ancestor's name was more than it appeared to be." the letters D-O-X-N-P-R-R-O-B-A-S-' appeared in front of him, and he began rearranging them one at a time. when he was finished, the words "Pandora's Box" were floating in the air.<br/><br/>"Pandora was her mother. you are the descendant of someone revered in the far reaches of this world and it's hell." Handing her the box, he smirked, or at least as close as his skeletal form would allow. "Use it well. Or not at all. It's your call really. Oh, and one more thing." Death remarked, handing her a katana that seemed to be made of hollowed out ice with electricity coursing through the blades insides. "This is now yours, so learn to wield it properly. Despair, we're leaving!" and with that his horse rose from the ground, and he mounted Despair. Before he left however, he turned to Kratos, and said. "It was good to see you again, old friend." and with that he left.<br/><br/>Kratos watched him leave, a slight smile adorning his features then turned to Rylie. "Well," he said, drawing his own katana from his side after it somehow appeared on his left hip. "I suppose we could spar now that you have a weapon." then his stomach growled, and he grimaced. "Oh... right, lunch." and he sheathed the sword. "So, who wants dragonskin tamales?" at the reaction Emily gave, he smiled. "You can shed your skin like a snake. I wouldn't dare cut it off! That's just cruel!"