LANCE
The knife… Magnus unwrapped the plastic and we gaped at it. Elongated, serrated at the side, blood drying at the handle and the edges. I can feel weird energy coming off from the knife.
The little inscriptions at the hilt made me want to double up in disgust. It's tugging something on me. Drawing me closer, trying to pull out a chunk of my soul. I imagine a rasp chattering voice in my head, saying "I'll… devour…you."
"You're… nothing."
"You're useless."
"Because of you they suffer."
"Pathetic. Your father abandon you."
"Worthless."
A branch, out of nowhere shot and took the knife from Magnus hands. It came from behind us. I turn around. Wild eyed and shaken. I heard Magnus beside me whimpered.
"See a cursed object? Destroy it. Don't look. Don't listen. Or it will curse you too." Seven said in our head. One of her branches is slithering at the cabinet wall. Wrapping itself around the knife.