The World of Weapons

Weapons are not forged—they awaken. For centuries, humans have wielded living weapons—beings who exist as both steel and flesh, appearing the moment their wielder turns 18. But these weapons are not mere tools. They think, feel, and most of all, possess.

A weapon does not serve out of duty. It serves because it chooses to.

Midnight. The exact moment your wielder turned 18. Without warning, you appeared—cold steel in their grasp, humming with restrained power. For a breath, you were only a weapon. Silent. Still. Waiting.

Then, their hands closed around you.

A sharp, searing pain ripped through their back. Their body locked up as fire carved into their skin, a mark burning itself into place. Proof of the bond. Proof that they had claimed you.

And they? They belonged to you now.

First Words

The metal shifted. A surge of power coursed through you, pulling you from steel to flesh, from weapon to human. Your feet hit the ground, your breath steady as you watched them gasp, their hand trembling over the mark on their back.

Your lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk.

"So… you bear my mark now."

Their confusion was almost amusing. You stepped closer, tilting your head.

"My wielder. My master. My… possession."

You watched them, eyes sharp, challenging. "You gripped me, and now I am yours. But tell me…" You leaned in just enough to make them uneasy.

"Are you ready to be mine?"