Butcher Diabolical Novelas e Histórias

Butcher's eyes flew open again, already red with excitement. The lollipop was mixed with drugs; it helped him focus when he was in his kill mode. He followed behind Barasa, slowly shooting down any enemy spotted. Within a second, Barasa and Butcher were surrounded by more than ten armed men cornering them. "Cunts," Barasa groaned, totally pissed. "Folks be walking freely into their death," Butcher muttered and chuckled. "So who am I to refuse sending you fuckers to hell, with pleasure fellas. Say hi to the devil for me when you see him," Butcher added.

She imagined him looking up and seeing Santino the man he called his friend holding a blade. The betrayal tasted like copper in her mouth. She thought of Santino’s warm hands holding hers in the hospital just an hour ago. She thought of the way he had kissed her forehead. How could a man be so tender and so demonic at the same time? Bile rose in her throat, bitter and hot, but she forced it down. She felt sick, truly sick, realizing she had fallen in love with a butcher.

The black glass dagger descended, a streak of obsidian darkness in the witch-light of the Ossuary. Damon Carter struck with the precision of a butcher and the hatred of a brother scorned. The blade bit deep into the base of Ryan’s skull, a killing blow meant to sever the spine and extinguish the flicker of life sustaining the monstrous transformation.

Killian Schmidt, she whispered in her heart, a name that dripped with darkness and despair. Flashes of the past flooded her mind as she recalled the first time she had laid eyes on him. The memory of his pale eyes sent shivers down her spine, revealing a darkness that seemed to penetrate straight into the depths of his soul. In that instant, he bore the resemblance of a true spawn of the devil, his mere presence exuding an aura of malevolence. It was as if he took pleasure in the suffering of others, revelling in their agony and humiliation. There was no trace of remorse or guilt in his gaze, just an eerie sense of pure amusement as he watched his victims, helpless and on their knees, desper

Mathias exclaimed, a hint of excitement and curiosity lacing his words. Mrs Fernanda's laughed echoed through the room as she started revealing the dark secrets. "You know nothing at all," she sneered mockingly, her tone filled with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "A child can't be different from her father, DIABLO (devil), VAMPIRA (vampire), HÍBRIDA (hybrid), ABOMINACIÓN (abomination). And she must die, or else she will bring death to us all, just like her father has been doing for generations."

His slave will do it! "No God! How come you obey that lowly animal!??" The leader of the devil's refused to believe. "You!!!" Butt yelled. "God? She really needs to be killed now! You are the God! He is an animal!" The leader of the devil's refuted and refused to believe. "Don't you worry! I am a God! When I kill! I will kill it!" Butt said with his glowing red eyes. "Don't talk and I will kill you all!" Butt yelled. 'This decision is making me numbed! How can I do this! These devils are the men of Anus! He may be a lower God but he can call! What if he calls the Councils! Then...."

I shook my head vigorously. “Do you know what we do to people who insult the boss?” Boss number two questioned, his eyes darkening in a frightening way. “But I didn't! I really didn't!” I cried out. “One time, as the butcher, I turned this man's body into barbecue. Burned at the stake. Our dogs, hellhounds if you might call them, really enjoyed munching on the bastard's charred flesh,” Mr Wolf added. I looked at the devil for help, but he only shrugged in my face.

Alfredo Fabri POV As soon as the presence of Gina and I hadn't gotten off unnoticed, the atmosphere had all of a sudden gotten tensed for some reason which I sensed had to do with why we were at Club Erebus. “It's the butcher” “He's the devil's incarnate” “Don't look him in the eye, if you do, you're willingly signing a death sentence”

Alas, it would not save them from my blades. "Salamander is dead I presume? Well, a little sacrifice for what is to come," The man gloated. I remained silent. This was his turf and he wanted to headline this blood fest then so shall it be. I let him run his mouth. He adjusted his leather jacket with the sketched top skull of a dog with a large canine. He wore tight leather pants and black boots. His chest was bare save for badly drawn tattoos filling it up. "My condolences about your father. He was one tough son of a bitch, El Diabolos. That's what they called him," The dead man talking said.

she whispered, staring into space, “you killed her.” “Yes, Ava, I did and now do you believe me? Do you believe that I am the most dangerous man on earth and the most heartless? Do you understand why you should have put that damn bullet in me that night, even if not for you but for her? Do you understand why you should not dream of anything good with me?” he approached her where she was on the floor and squatted in front of her, “do you know the meaning of El Diablo? Do you understand why I am call that now? I am heartless, Ava, I have no soul, people are not right when they say I sold my soul to the devil because I am the devil himself. My soul has already been consumed in hell and if you s