Stealer of Souls
Angel adopted a defensive stance, eyeing the peculiar stranger warily. The pale-faced warrior seemed barely strong enough to lift such a huge black sword, yet he hefted it as though it were a mere stick as he advanced.
"I didn't come here to fight - " he began, but the crimson-eyed albino only howled "Die, demon!" and swung his sword. Angel parried frantically, only to see his own blade struck from his hand. The moaning black runesword seemed to turn in the air with a life of its own, before plunging deep into Angel's chest. Pain consumed him.
The last prince of doomed Melniboné yelled in exaltation as Stormbringer fed him the intruder's soul. Such strength, such power! He shuddered with the ecstasy, then braced to pull his demonblade free...only to gurgle in sudden panic as the stranger gripped him by the neck.
"But how?" he choked out. "Stormbringer drank your soul..."
"Yes. And I'd just like to tell you how grateful I am for that," grinned Angelus, as he tore out Elric's throat and drained his thin blood.