#blessed weapons

Can angelic steel harm deadly sins?

It's for the fanfic I'm writing.

Reasons for killing overlords:

Striker was abused by one or two physically, emotionally, and/or sexually like Angel Dust was by Valentino.

He was treated as a plaything by one.

Like all imps, he was treated as low-class.

He finds them disgusting and pompous and possibly rich.

One of the overlords was the reason he had a golden tooth.

His parents and/or family members like his wife were killed by overlords.

They don't take failure as an option as shown in the relationship between Striker and Stella.

He could become an overlord, so he could live like a king and no longer be treated like dirt.

If the overlord happens to have a kid, he avoids killing him/her since he may not kill people that have kids nor hurt children.

Gold tooth:

Striker's old real tooth was knocked out and replaced with a golden one.

His gold tooth tells a story of why he hates overlords.

Blessed weapons:

They were given to him by Stella or his deceased significant other.

They were used to kill demon royalty, so that Striker could possibly become an overlord.

Sleeping:

When Striker is asleep, he snores like a foghorn either quietly or loudly, depending on his sleep pattern.

He is a heavy sleeper after a long day, unless someone puts enough effort to make a rise out of him, making him annoyed.

His tail moves while he's sleeping, depending on what he's dreaming about, though his tail might accidentally hit someone in the face, especially Blitzo, Moxxie, Stella, and/or another overlord from his past.

Whenever he he has a funny dream or something good, he'd smile.

"You'll see.  Go ahead, rip it open."

Jeff did just that, only stopping his destruction when he could open the box without resistance.  Thankfully, the bed was right behind him, because his knees gave out as soon as he saw his gift.  Gingerly, as if it would disappear, he lifted it from the box and inspected it.

"...  Fucking...  I...  Shit, Zalgo, this is...  This is gorgeous.  Is it...  Is this blessed?"

"Bingo.  I've been fucking around with blessing shit again lately, and I think I've finally gotten back into the hang of it.  I had to make sure I perfected it before I gave you that.  I mean, the knife was good by itself, but I thought it needed a little extra... oomph.  Y'know?"

"...  I...  It's....  This is so..."

Zalgo laughed, grasping the blade by the handle and murmuring to his mortal love.

"I'm glad you like it.  Now put this down and come get your birthday sex."