Her words seemed to drop him deep into thought. She's no mind reader, but sometimes she wishes she could see what goes on when people go silent and become lost in their own minds. She's not sure how she feels about his title, but he's not like any demon she's met and he's far from the one she recently met. He seems more human than monster to her eyes at least. His eyes light up when he examines the sword, and when he holds out his own 'cursed' blade, she examines it with similar interest. The blade seemed to have a storied history, and it was well made.

His question draws silence as she debates on how much to tell him and really how much she knows to be true. The sword can't really be called 'cursed', its purpose and design doesn't really make sense to her, because if it were true, then the blade is a failure. Yet, she only knows what Michael told her and she's not sure she trusts him to tell the truth, despite the fact he has no reason to lie.

Valdis takes a slow breath, "There is some sort of truth to religion, at least in my world. This sword was forged by an archangel as a holy relic, designed to kill the unkillable." Not the immortal, because even immortals can be killed. "As to how it came to me? I'm not quite sure, it appeared when I needed it, and it burns anyone else who tries to hold it."