Romans & histoires Bleach Hell Butterfly

“Mwahaha, I want every last one of them. Don’t make me wait!” I opened the lid. Inside lay the legendary hellblades, their malevolent aura instantly unmistakable in the dim room. And of course, the ancient weapons immediately sensed the demon’s presence channeling through my body, and the metal edges began to gleam with a sinister red light. Tethys’s feeling of absolute triumph surged through my veins like a lethal poison. But as I looked closer at the velvet lining, I realized one of the blades was missing. The last blade, the specific one that Manolya always kept close to her person for protection, wasn’t in the box.

The scent that rose from it was faintly metallic, like rain on stone, like the inside of a church after the candles are snuffed. “Drink,” he said. Elizabeth stared, blinking slowly. “That’s not water,” she rasped. “No,” Malachor agreed. “It is life.” Her stomach turned, instinct recoiling. “From you?” “Yes.” Elizabeth shook her head weakly. “That’s blasphemy.” Malachor’s eyes sharpened. “You are already dying,” he said. “Blasphemy is a luxury for the healthy.” She tried to push his hand away. Her fingers barely lifted.

I collapse to my knees, gripping my head. Visions explode behind my eyelids. A cliff. A lone figure standing at its edge. Hair flying in the wind. A familiar silhouette. No… My heart stops as I see her face. Her grey eyes. Her soft smile. Her lips part. “Goodbye, Zander.” Then, the knife in her hands rises. No… No… A scream tears from my throat as she plunges it toward her heart. “Noooooooo, Butterflyyyyyyyyy!!!”

Face slightly slant towards her direction, fuming, “Next time we'll meet,... I'll kill you!!!” After he declared it. He shots his pistol three times at the endless sky. Suddenly a group of blue morpho butterflies emerges out of nowhere, fluttering with its beautiful wings around Aoi Akuma making a spectacular and enchanting sight. As soon as he put back his hood on his head while smiling deviously towards Zitrey, the butterflies landed on his cloak giving off a silhouette full of these beautiful insects. But before it could completely hide his face, his lips move, mumbling with a sad face, “Sayonara, Tomodachi...” Then in twinkling, as the Blue Morpho butterflies fluttered up at the night sk

***Dru’s POV*** Haitians know butterflies carry the dead. These aren’t butterflies. They crawl over the windows, smothering the light, their wings leaving grease-black streaks. Uncle Danni curses, swatting at them, but they cling like leeches. One brushes my neck—its legs bite, sharp as fish hooks. I slap it away, my palm smeared with ash. “Iron,” I mutter. Iron breaks spells. But the nail in my pocket’s gone, lost in the mud.

“Maybe they need her powers for something. Anyway, the one who is dying this time is Amor Blaze, haha. Finally, my dream of becoming the alpha of the pack is going to come true. The rebel was just to distract them. Our actual forces will teleport on the right day…” I wanted to make my butterfly stay for a little longer, but it had crossed its threshold limit long ago. Damn it! Not now! Not now! Wait for a little longer! Please. I punched the table when my butterfly vanished on its own.

It wasn't his cologne, those bottles were all lined up in the bathroom. She picked a small box and at one short end was the white label containing the bar code and the description. Millie gasped and dropped the box. She picked it up quickly and looked again at the description. 'Clitoral Pebble Vibrator. Silver.' Millie put the box back in place, she was suddenly feeling intensely hot, and her breathing was very uneven. She picked another box, a bigger one this time. 'Rubber Ball Gag.' She pulled another one, 'Handmade Glass Butt Plug. Sm.' Millie gulped and hastily stuffed the boxes back in the drawer.

And Danielle had become too blind, too taken by him to see who he really was. She looked at her wrist and saw the marks left by Jordan's steel grip. Charlotte remembered his cold, evil look that made her tremble. He frightened her like no man or woman ever before. Jordan wasn’t human, he was the devil in person. His presence was so toxic that she couldn’t breathe well when he was around. Charlotte knew she had to do something to send him away, preferably without putting her or Danielle in danger. For now, given that later she will meet him, and he would want to know if the envelope had been ‘delivered’, Charlotte had no other choice than to do what he had told her to.

Then he splashed the water from the bottle down the knight commander's neck, as if washing the blood off him. “And this will make your death even more painless. At least, she might want me to do this." Dylan opened the knight commander's mouth, then shoved the remaining water in the bottle into his mouth. "Guh! Ugh!” Dylan got up and headed for the window. From where he was standing, he could see a slight view of the temple building. Fuschia was in there. His golden eyes shone dangerously as he transforms into a butterfly. ***