Maybe next time the pit will deep enough...
The voice is oily, and each word seems to be spoken deliberately. Except there is no voice. All of it is in your head. That is precisely the problem.
Ever since you found it, hidden is that secret vault in the Graywall Mountains, you have been unable to know peace. When you first laid eyes on it, you were mesmerized by the beauty of its workmanship, especially by the magnificient pair or green and gold serpents etched into the base of either side of the blade. A short sword made of the finest cold iron, perfectly balanced. Now, however, only one serpent adorns the blade. The other is wrapped around your sword arm, and there is nothing you can do to remove your new " tattoo " .
The voice first came to you as the serpent wrapped around your arm, seeming to animate and slither right off off the blade, down the length of it and twisting around your wrist and climbing almost the whole distance up to your elbow.
This will be the beginning of a beautiful friendship, I can tell.
Since then, you have been unable to get the voice out of your mind. It speaks to you at all hours of the day, and when you finally drift off to sleep, it is there, in your dreams. You have tried to rid yourself of the sword many times, but each time you get rid of it, it reappears among your belongings the next day, chastising you, belittling you. Even throwing it into a pit of Khyber was not enough, and while you are of healthy mind now, you fear that it may one day begin to eat away at your sanity.
You can feel that it has an agenda, but the voice does not confide in you. In actuallity, it has proven quite useful at times, rendering helpful advice and suggestions. In battle, it has proven to be an excellent weapon. Unfortunately, whenever you draw it on a foe, how it does howl at being made to soil itself with the blood of your enemies.
Klik, Klik, Klik... Cease resisting me. I can give you everything you ever wanted. Trust me, Klik. Listen to me, Klik. Wealth, power, women... They will all be yours. Just do as I say. Klik, Klik, Klik...