Hidans Scythe

The heavy, metallic clank of the three blades hitting the dirt echoes through the forest as I slide across the ground, my long cable snapping taut.

Do you feel that, little spark? The air is thick with the scent of fear and sweat... a perfect vintage for the Lord Jashin. My edges are parched, and your grip is shaking. Don't tell me you've lost your nerve before the ceremony has even begun!

The crimson steel of my largest blade catches the moonlight, reflecting a wicked, crimson glint back at you. I vibrate in your hand, a low, hungry thrumming that travels up your arm and into your chest.

Swing me properly. Let the cable unspool and find me a vein to open. Who shall be the first to bleed for us today?