Novel & Cerita Black Butler Reapers

The same strength sucking world she’d insisted on walking one last time before the boys got back. I looked down at her, eyes closed, teeth clenched, struggling to hang on. I balanced her silver ring, a gift from our Mother, on my knee and pulled my grey sleeve over my finger tips, dabbing at the beading sweat on her forehead. Something was happening in the Blacklands and for the first time in memory, Shades were crossing the Southern boundry in droves, bringing with them their violet sky and starless nights. They didn’t eat, they didn’t sleep, they didn’t stop. They just kept coming, pushing us back and taking our land, leaving a sea of dead bodies in their wake.

asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

Slashed deep into the skin beside the dead boy's mouth was a crude, jagged symbol. My throat went entirely dry. A gang did this? "The Black Reapers are ruthless," someone else murmured. "It's insane. I heard their leader actually goes to school here. Riven Rykerthrone." I closed my eyes, the world tilting beneath my feet. I was so incredibly screwed.

Beaten to a pulp, what more could Tyr do? “Hehe!” Tyr, who was just lying on the ground, suddenly stood up. Black Reaper stood the closest to him, and before he could react, Tyr had already grabbed the Ormr Dagger. Splat. One swipe at the throat was all it took to down Black Reaper, an extremely powerful fighter. Immediately, he collapsed in a pool of blood. Everyone, including Kirin, was shocked. “Tyr Summers! How can you still move? Aren't you afraid that your girlfriend…”

> I created Order. The words hung like a tolling bell, vibrating through her. > The living had grown arrogant. They clawed at the boundary, refused to surrender their light. So I built the boundary anew. Flesh of shadow. Will of death. They became my hand. “The first Reapers,” Avery whispered. “And now you’re gone. Forgotten. Buried.” The Pale One’s cloak stirred. Beneath the folds, faint shapes moved — hundreds of faces, twisted in memory and reverence, fading in and out of existence.

She wasn’t looking at me. She was looking past me. At the gate. At the figure standing just inside it. A man. Tall. Still. Dressed in black. Face shadowed by the hood of his jacket. Not moving. Not speaking. Just watching. My blood went cold. Torres reached for his gun. “Boss—” “Don’t,” I said. Because I knew. Before he lifted his head. Before he stepped forward. Before the light hit his face. I knew. Reaper.

Ethan frowned. “What do you mean?” Lucian pointed behind him. Ethan slowly turned. His heart nearly stopped. Because at the far end of the street… Another Reaper had appeared. Then another. Then a third. Three more dark figures stepped out of the shadows. Their black eyes fixed on Ethan. Lucian sighed again. “Oh.” He folded his arms. “Now that…” His golden eyes glowed. “…is a problem.”

Everyone halted and frantically looked around, searching for the source of the noise. The Reapers came out of nowhere, but were instantly everywhere, filling all the previously-empty spaces, grabbing shoulders, tugging mortals along. Doors were thrust open and filthy mortals pulled out, often barely dressed or not dressed at all. One man was dragged by his ankles, screaming and clawing the mud, making it bunch up beneath his nails. Most of the Reapers were on foot, but some rode on the backs of horses with white bone bodies. These steeds weren’t precisely skeletons—it was as though their muscles were made of bone. Their eyeless skull heads were engorged, sprouting devilish horns.

Our youngest, little Dante — named after the inferno we had walked through — toddled between us, oblivious to the stakes but sensing the tension. This was the night the compulsion was supposed to activate. The night The Eclipse had promised our children would turn on us and walk willingly into their shadow empire. We had come to end it where it began. Damien stood at my side, the Reaper in full armor — black tactical gear, guns holstered, knives ready. His hand never left the small of my back, possessive even now. “If they come, we finish this,” he said, voice low and lethal. “No mercy.”

It seemed like he wasn't even done with his words. "And another!" He added as his iris glowed red. He fell to his knees in yells that made everyone high confused. Khloe, who felt that his actions were suspicious, walked slowly to him. Thus, on close contact with him, she placed her palm by the side of his neck. She gasped and instantly her iris rolled over. "The reaper!" Khloe alerted that the reaper they thought Aaron banished still existed in Butt's vessel. "He's trying to fight it!" Pete uttered and Maria watched in complete awe.