"I've been... unconscious for a day and a half?" He groaned once more, still struggling to sit up. "I have come to two conclusions as to why that sword affected me as badly as it did. One is that it was a holy weapon. But that makes no sense... as I am capable of walking into a church with ill effects."
Dolemeck's eyes look about the room, before looking into Derek's eyes. He let out a sigh and spoke softly on what the second conclusion he had was.
"The other possibility is that it is a sword that can do damage to magical beings. Again... it makes no sense as to why it would hurt me so badly. My body is "human" now, and I show no signs of magical properties. While my powers appear to be "demonic" in nature... the moment I touched that sword, I should not have been able to use them."
"But it something else happened... I had more "flashes", Derek. They appeared more real this time... almost as if they were part of me somehow. But then they just... they faded off, and I was swallowed by darkness. It took me strength I barely had to come out of it." He looked somewhat sullen. Dolemeck pulled his knees up to his chest, resting his head on the top of them. "None of this makes any sense. I do not understand what is going on..."
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