Demetrius looked at her and walked over to her slowly, holding his hands up. "I no longer mean you harm." He told her and looked at the weapons. He had the gift to see the lines of destiny and fate on others. He considered it to be more of a curse rather than a gift since he could not change it. No matter what he did to try, eventually the person would come to the same fate they were meant to take. He looked up at her after he saw the one specific line he was looking for. "Your father knows more than you believe. These weapons are meant for a warrior of light and are destined to be at the great battle." He told her and backed away quickly. "You are meant for greatness, young one." He told her with a faint smile. "You see I may be a demon lord, but I wish to bring down my true master. He cares nothing about his people and even kills us if he seems it amusing. He is tyrant even to demons, he must be stopped." He told her.