The Meeting of the sons: Ryu and Hayashi

Trying to stand alone
Hayashi was sitting by the fireplace, admiring the ice blue sword that hung above. The metal shone as though it weren't of this world, and truth be told, it wasn't. The blade belonged to Hayashi's father, and it was forged in Hell, under the orders of Bael. Even though Hayashi didn't understand what the sword was, or what powers in contained, he knew better than to touch the cursed weapon. His mother told him horror stories about the demonic world, and the core of Hell itself, where Bael now lies.

"Hayashi, what are you doing?" Loran called from the next room, noticing her son was as calm and quiet as a graveyard. "If you even think about touching that thing, you won't like me, and that's for your own good."