"No, he is mine. I need you to trust me and let me deal with this. In return i will tell you anything you want to know about me, one question at a time", Aelar said as he pulled out his sword. "let the blood of this mortal feed you, RELEASE VORPAL FORM!" his whispered into his blade. the sword glowed with black and purple as it transformed, the hilt wrapping around his wrist like a snke, the blade elongating with runes appearing it. "FALL", he screamed  as he drove the blade into the death mages chest. "Feed, my friend, feed and be satisfied. Drive the Demon from this man and absorb its power. Leave the mortal body."