Romans & histoires Bloody Painter X The Puppeteer

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

he said his eyes bloodshot and filled with resentment. “It will be fun.” He said as he laughed again. I gazed at him and moved my hand and slapped him on his cheek. He stopped laughing and moved his hand on his cheek. He gazed at his hand at the blood that trickled from the blow of the cuffs on my hands. He smirked at me as his cold eyes held mine. “How dare you..” he said as he gritted his teeth. Suddenly I felt a searing pain on my back. I cried in agony as I gazed at Claus. He smirked at me, his left hand holding a whip that I never saw him have it in the first place.

"Frak frak frak frak--" The Sovereign Corpse Puppet let out a few low and weird foreign words, then violently stood upright like a zombie, and then rushed to the purple-robed old man like lightning, and opened his mouth to reveal sharp fangs, biting at his neck. The purple-robed old man was shocked, and under his instinctive reaction, he raised his arm to resist, but he didn't expect the corpse puppet to bite on his wrist, immediately leaving four horrifyingly gruesome blood holes.

The battlefield around me blurred, the clash of claws and the scent of blood becoming a disorienting symphony. Alpha Draxler, undeterred by my waning strength, refocused on Trevor. A vicious slash, a grotesque ballet of violence, painted Trevor's chest in a vivid display of crimson. The scene unfolded in agonizing slow motion, each drop of blood a testament to the sacrifices demanded by our world.

Threatening words in red paint would also be scrawled across the walls. "Just you wait, you bitch! Death is coming for you!" At first, I just assumed it was just some kid playing a prank, but with how often this happened, I began to realize something was seriously wrong. A naughty child might toss trash and dead rats in front of my house, but it wasn't likely that they would mail me such terrifying parcels. This was clearly the act of someone gunning specifically for me. The constant harassment of the past few days infuriated me so much that I immediately went to the management and asked to see the surveillance footage. I wanted to see just who that irritating person was, and once I found ou

I growled, the sound shook the glass of the chandeliers. The man’s face turned purple. Then he laughed a wet, gurgling sound. Blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, staining my fingers. Black veins crawled up his neck. And the bastard died smiling. I dropped the corpse. It hit the floor with a thud. Someone inside these walls had just declared war on the Luna. And I would paint the answers in their blood.

The light from the chandelier above the dining table cast a warm yellow glow, but in my eyes, that light felt like an interrogation lamp. Porcelain plates were arranged with painful precision on the polished teak table. Diego Watson, a man with broad shoulders—the remnants of his glory days as a competitive weightlifter—cut his steak with steady, rhythmic movements.

"Oh I see. Then watch how I destroy you and everything you love" " You.. wouldn't " I stammered. "Really" he laughed, "remember who I am-JG". " JG...you're the famous JG" I stuttered hardly believing my ears. "Flesh and Blood.So Freddie, do what's right or else this is going to turn out way more than you expected" he said as he turned and walked away leaving me stunned and confused as ever.

Their Senior Brother Graham was strong but he was slightly weaker than the masked man. “109!” The masked man turned to one side and stopped his attack. He pulled the machete out of the corpse puppet’s body and the black-colored blood trickled down along the blade. There seemed to be lightning flashing above the blade with a crackling sound. The black blood was burned as the lightning was released and crackled with the released heat. With a loud bang, the 109th corpse puppet directly fell on the ground and dust flew all over the place.

The artist didn’t notice the tears that were on the edge of Sofia's eyes that were now in the painting. Gregorio approached another painting, where Miguel's face was. He stared at it intently. "What a nice masterpiece!" Gregorio left the room. Where the room witnessed what happened to the two teenagers. He went to his bedroom while carrying the two paintings. The artist approached the large black cabinet, where he kept the paintings of his victims. He opened the cabinet, flicked the switch and when the inside of the cabinet lit up, layers of paintings could be seen, placed under the feet of a small statue of Satan.