Light-in-darkness

Most have never heard of me, I am a secret, I am a humiliation.
I was wrested away from the Guardian of the Forge of Night. I was new-forged then, and would be red-hot for another thousand days, Ligier's heat dissipates slowly. I was brought to a Cabal of Forbidden Gods, and... tampered with. For 10 days and 10 nights, I was beaten with tools of purest Vitriol, their kiss excrutiating, their surfaces washing off darkness from my blackened metal body. Soon those surfaces shone like brightest sunlight, and the contrast with my metal body was extreme, I had been chosen.
Many would think that bright as I was, I would be picked to be used by Ignis Divine, a tool in his hand against darkness, but he already had many such tools or weapons, whichever word you wish to use. I was not, I had been meant for the hand of Luna, her fickle nature meaning I had myself a fickle nature now, able to change to a sickle, khopesh, chakram or grand war bow form. But left to myself, I feel myself a straight sword, my longer, cutting face shorter than the equally cutting, but shorter back.
Many a minion of darkness' last moment was gazing upon my form before being wiped away, but for those who never saw me, just felt my arrows, so fast were they. I am the end, I am a death.

Mechanics & Inner Workings

Item type

Weapon, Melee