Arthur Blue Exorcist の小説・ストーリー

But not the dean they knew. His face was skeletal, his flesh parchment white, and his eyes… his eyes no longer the warm, comfortable brown that they knew. They had an unearthly, frosty blue sheen, a blue that was charged with an unseen, vicious energy. His hair, once warm, sandy blond, had been left behind in favor of a shock of pure white. He was unarmed, yet the air around him churned with a contained, temporal power. "Sama Arthur," he said, his voice a low, singing buzz that was familiar and yet utterly other. "I knew you would be here. I knew you would not abandon the child."

What if I messed things up for good? Arthur returned a moment later, distracting me from my thoughts. I admired the simple blue suit he was wearing and the way it complemented his heavily lined eyes. The black eyeliner made his eyes an even more startling shade of blue, reminding me yet again of my brothers. I always thought Michael had the bluest eyes I’d ever seen. Arthur noticed me staring and gave me a hopeful look. Oh no. I couldn’t put this off anymore. “Can we talk for a minute?” I asked. “In private.”

Her eyes were turning white and were starting to glow as if she was possessed. “May I have a very definite reason for the actions that you have made today? If I am correct, your father must be Gregory Sprite, yes?” Arthur asked. She clicked her tongue and ignored his question, she stood there in silence facing the dusty and cracked flooring. Her grinding of her teeth could easily be heard if you get closer to her. Arthur leaned towards her shoulder and whispered something to her ear, she raised her head with an enraged look and immediately stabbed Arthur in the abdomen. Arthur was sent to his knees… or so how everyone thought. The person that was stabbed suddenly vanished right in front of t

The woman behind me, points at me and screams, "He killed her." Scanning the crowd around me, I catch a glimpse of red and look closer. There she stands, the soul eater with her black soulless eyes just smiling at me with that smile that still creeps me out. You would think that it wouldn't after all this time, but it still gives me a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

The trauma settles under her hiccups, but she refuses to become part of any monstrous acts. “Keep your eyes open, princess. Watch the falling statue of a remorseless creature before he turns into dust. I have not even started yet.” Arnold yelled, causing her soul to almost jump out of her skin. The dominance and authority in his voice compelled her to open those swollen orbs wider and look at the scene uninterrupted. He was going to put a show for her so she could wash away the disgust in Arthur’s dying howls. She sat there, clutching the blanket close to her body and watched her savior bringing justice to her. Arthur was barely alive as the pain of lost anatomy vibrated in his body and bloo

He was staring at me before he barked out loud. “You? You as the real heir? Oh, I don’t think this day would get better and better but you are delusional, human. Don’t you know who are you protecting right now? She’s Blue Blood and if you don’t know what it was, let me educate you. It’s the closest thing to a Vampire. So tell me, Timmy, don’t you afraid of Vampire?” He asked as I was looking at him before I turned to look at Sabel. She smiled.

The heavy plates slid aside, revealing a chamber filled with a blinding, white-blue light. In the center of the room stood Arthur Vane. He was standing over a holographic terminal, his fingers dancing across a display of glowing biometric keys. Half of his face was a work of liquid-silver art, the metal shifting and pulsing as if it were alive. He didn't look like my father anymore. He looked like a masterpiece of the Council’s madness.

"Gentlemen, I don't know what has happened here today, but I suggest you get rid of this body and clean up the rest of the field. I am waiting for my compensation so I can leave, Council Members! It looks like a massacre has happened here." "Very well, um, what's your name again?" "My name is Jessblue, High Harbinger!" He looks at me and says, "Jessblue, I will have the guard bring your payment to you." Fifteen minutes later, I walk out of Bluestoria fields with my payment and the documents I had stolen from the tournament table stating I was a slave to the council members. Now, I begin my promise and journey to live life and not let anything break me down ever again. I will become stronger

"It's over, Arthur." The remaining, living Blue Wolves—those who hadn't been mindless constructs of Grace's magic but had survived the actual physical clash—dropped to their knees. Terrified, bleeding, and entirely abandoned by their leaders, they whimpered in submission, surrendering unconditionally to Killian’s warriors. Ethan hoisted a violently shaking Arthur to his feet, binding his wrists securely as he took him into official custody. The surroundings were finally quiet, the threat neutralized, but the cost of the victory hung heavily over them all.

The heart monitor’s steady beeping turned frantic, a high-pitched alarm that sent fear spiraling through her. The door burst open as doctors and nurses flooded into the room. One of them gently pulled Aurora back as they began their desperate fight to stabilize him. “No! Please!” she cried, her vision blurring as she watched helplessly. “Code blue! We’re losing him!” The room spun. The words became distant — a hum of panic and desperation she couldn’t fully comprehend. Lucian’s arms wrapped around her from behind, holding her up when her legs threatened to collapse beneath her. “Francisco Lancaster… time of death: 8:47 PM.”