Bloody Painter X The Puppeteer の小説・ストーリー

To the best of Egbert's knowledge, Xavier's attainment methods could not have brought about that sort of change. "Haha, I see you're not entirely clueless, old man," Fannerly jeered with malice. In his eyes, Egbert was nothing more than a dead man walking. The battle at Thundlight marked the moment from when Fannerly started using the corpse puppet to destroy their targets. Even Eastplain's Gahrrs, whose lineage spanned millennia, saw their half-immortal taken down by the puppet before a proper defense could be mounted. "I'm battle you to the end!" Egbert gritted his teeth and roared as he felt the corpse puppet's vice-like grip constricting around him. At that moment, he knew that it would

No doubt, this must be the room where the puppeteer is. I slip back into the shadows and weave my way through the shadows until I am past the door. A knife heads in my direction, and I jump out of the shadows to dodge the attack. “A hunter with a shadow step? Now that’s interesting.” The puppeteer is just like I saw in my vision. He is possessed by one of the sponsors of this exam, and as far as I know, that man is dead. What a fool. He must have succumbed to his greed, allowing this demon to take over his body.

There seems to be a big group of Hunters hiding in the cover of the storm as I make no move and depict no reaction. It’ll be the same again anyway. I can’t keep count of how many of these puny losers I’ve drained their blood and fed their bodies to the beasts of the wild. “Prepare to meet your end, you bloody fiend!” Oh, they do have the vigor though. It should be worth my time to play with them for a while. I was bored wondering why none of them have been tracing my deliberate tracks these days. Heh, turns out they’ve been meticulously conjuring a gift for me.

"That I have secret fangs and will drain every drop of blood from you like a vampire?" "Was that... your attempt at humor?" I arched an eyebrow. Was this fucker reading my mind? If yes... I couldn't risk a single thought around him. "No—was it yours when you painted Penelope's Obsession? Pretty sure she wasn't handing that vampire her blood—it was her soul he slowly bled dry." I froze. He... he knew that painting? That was one of my earliest works, barely noticed outside a small circle. How the hell did he...?

He twisted the blade aside, off his throat. With a roar, Julian used Maya’s legs to kick the Hunter’s knee. CRACK. The Hunter crumpled onto one leg, but Julian didn’t stop. He lunged, locking onto the Hunter’s shoulders. They tumbled across the ground—lab coat and silver armor tangled together. “You’re me!” the Hunter shouted, bucking to throw Julian off. “Just a shadow! I’m the better version!” “You’re just a puppet!” Julian’s voice roared from Maya’s mouth, dark and solid, “And puppets don’t have hearts!”

Patches of dirty snow lingered under the bushes, shade arbors, and benches. “Do you yield?” I asked. Xavier continued to struggle. I wasn’t going to let him up until I knew this was over. I had him, there was no doubt about that. His body went limp. With a sigh, he said, “I yield.” A sweep of my wand made the cobweb net vanish. Freed, the vampire leapt to his feet, and I steadied the piece of malachite on him, prepared for anything. Behind me a growl sounded. “What the fuck is going on? Why is she bleeding?”

Half the mercs turned as if jerked by puppet strings, distracted by the sudden violence crashing through their rear guard: new wolves, old guard, Teagan’s reserves from the crawlspaces under the sanctuary, ripping through masks and flesh with a hunger that was almost religious. Carolina’s mouth filled with the taste of blood. She looked up and saw Sybil above her, face impassive, ready to bring the knife down, slow and certain. But from out of nowhere, Xander tackled Sybil off the altar. They fell, wrestling, rolling toward the nave, Sybil’s clothes blooming with blood from somewhere. Xander didn’t stop when he hit the floor—he kept clawing, biting, every ounce of power leveraged from rage a

"Underneath, there were paintings. Dark. Bloody. Full of misery." 💜

lets shred the whole **** book, perhaps? lets set fire to the town, perhaps? im tired of pretending to be your precious child, perfect student, "the innocent one" i want to paint obscene material in your blood (in the name of art, of course) @god do you ever feel unreal? are you even real? am i? no i have to be real, I can feel the blood dripping down my arm, the bones cracking in my spine im real. im real. im real. everything hurts!!!!! **** i cant wait to rip you all to shreds !!!!!!