Riku's eyes narrowed. That "gift" was still a part of him, and much as the youth hated to admit it, it had served him well. However, it was only because he balanced the power of darkness with acts of light that darkness hadn't consumed him.

"Here's my answer." Riku held out a fist in demonstration. Before him condensed blue sparks into Way to the Dawn. A Keyblade. The teal eye staring out was a trait very common to darkenss, and the demonic wings didn't help. That being said, for both of the two demonic wings was an angelic one. Literally half the hilt he held was wrapped in pure white feathers.