The Black Blade (incomplete)
The sword had existed for a number of millennia. It had been a gift from her Father, the Lord of Lies, when she was still a youngster. When she had nothing else, it was the sword that acted as her companion; a trustworthy friend with whom she could confide in. It acted as a focus and liaison between the woman and power that had yet to unleash within her vicinity; a lightning rod to issue out vengeance.
Once the daemoness became settled into her power, she used the blade less and less. Its razor edge never dulled, but the necessity of it did. It remained in the unseen, hovering just beyond the sight of others though readily within her reach. Many thoughts had past her mind, each one a whisper of consideration in who could next wield the black sword.
So many children had been brought into the Family. Few were worthy of Bloodsong's call; and an even slimmer number needed the wealth of power that was carried within the blade. It took years for the daemoness to select the proper student to gift the blade to; but had she only the foresight necessary to glimpse into the future, her decision surely would have differed.
Bloodsong had been transferred over to Mourn, the Drow who had been brought into the daemoness's sights by her second Son, Blade. The pair had been a force that was bent upon sending the realm down onto its knees, and carried their attacks out with swift accuracy and dedicated intent. Kah`Li had been proud of the pair, and kept them close to her, caring little for the strife that it brought to the Family—after all, if the others were going to let jealousy shred the Family in two, then perhaps it wasn't meant to be in its current incarnation.