Han Alister
Destroyer of worlds. Eater of souls.
Han nodded. "Yeah. The headaches will come and go. It is a downside to having such great mental powers, especially one that kept you alive after getting shot in the head." He chuckled and pulled out his knife, a blade that was a moon silver color and a hilt that was as black as basalt. "I will teach you of course. I am decent with a knife and I will teach you all I know." He smiled and sat on the couch. "We cannot start today but I do want you to get a feel for the knife." He flipped his knife once before sheathing it and strapping it to his waist. "The blade that you hold, it is enchanted with Qeres, so it is able to kill angels and demons. A very powerful blade named Vladus." He laughed. "Just don't use it on an archangel. It doesn't seem to be as effective as it is with lesser angels."