Jasper winced as she called him Samael. He hadn't used that name in a long time and was almost glad to be rid of it. That name preceded him everywhere he went causing no end of trouble for him. Everyone looked at him with eyes fear or disgust nobody seeing past the violence he had wrought. Though in all fairness he had probably caused more damage then the army and the templars combined, But he was never cruel beyond need. Jasper sighed and listened to Tristina tell him about her sponginess.<br/><br/>"The relief you feel as I withdraw that poisonous magic from your body must be overwhelming." Jasper chuckled at that.<br/><br/>"I wouldn't necessarily call that relief Tristina, more like I was possessed. You would be surprised I can actually be a gentle person. And please call me Jasper I left Samael behind me." Jasper stood up and walked over to Tristina bending over until he was merely inches from her face and looked her in the eyes. He slowly brought his hand down and grabbed the black sword next to her and stood up. The moment he picked up the sword black tendrils rose from the hilt and wrapped themselves around his arm, coiling as they climbed upwards to his chest. They stopped at his tattoo as if daunted. Adam watched curiously as the tattoo seemed to glow when the tendrils touched the tattoo. The tendrils slowly made their way back down his arm and into the sword. Jasper stood their holding it.<br/><br/>"So what can you tell me about what just happened... And what can you tell me about this sword." Jasper said with the sword still in his hand the blackness covering the sword was writhing.