The vampire arches an eyebrow, but says nothing, and the demon is<em>more</em>than happy to be rid of the weapon, offering a few muttered curses as it all but tosses it to her. As Ruby seizes the weapon, a memory begins to fill her; not quite at a rush, but a slow, steady, oncoming wave.<br/><br/>Battle. Harsh, fierce training, of a blade striking through undead, striking at a fierce lich, in hands that are not her own; more training, this time, with her hands. Blood, screaming, chaos, death; demons, carved through by this blade. Finally, an angel, naked, alone, chained to a wall, the blade plunging, almost effortlessly, into her heart.<br/><br/>The images lasted for only a moment, but they were<em>powerful</em>and moving, touching Ruby on a deep level, and she'll know she's held this weapon before, seen most of those scenes, before, even if she cannot remember them now.