Claude Kuroshitsuji Novels & Stories

do you know where I'm going? -No ... you wouldn't find them- says the man with a broken voice. Azael laughs again. -Don't you know who I am? The man shakes his head. Azael takes a few seconds to respond. A malicious smile forms on his face before he does so. -I'm Azael Volkov. Dutson's son. I feel the man's face go completely pale. We all watch the scene in silence, no one dares to speak. - That mafia is dead ...- he says in just a whisper.

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

I asked. "Keep dancing," she said without taking her eyes off the entrance. There were about four or five men in black suits walking into the hall. I could see that one of them wore an expensive tuxedo, another three of them were all equipped with com units like they were bodyguards. But the one in the tux was a tall man with dark hair and smooth pale face. He was handsome for an older guy yet younger than I had expected. The man looked like one of the ivory wax models in the Ultara art class. I guess living for four hundred years did that to him. The vampire lord shook hands with the people around him with a bright smile. "Is that him?" I asked Octavia to make sure.

At long last, Evan moved. He slammed his fist against the autopsy table, causing a loud bang to sound. That proved just how furious he was right now. Pointing along the edge of my neck, he growled, "The killer is brutal. Look at these wounds here. These are clearly bite marks left by a canine. The killer not only killed and dismembered the victim but also allowed an animal to bite the victim. We must do a thorough examination and apprehend the killer as soon as possible!"

"The curse is real." "No," I said desperately. "What do you mean, this isn't me!" "Four hours," Dante whispered, looking directly at me. "You've been here four hours and I'm already dying." "What do you mean by that? and if you think so, is this how curses work?" "Isn't it?" Soren asked coldly. "Your first mate died in a hunting accident. Random attack. Your second mate got killed by rogues. Random attack. The third mate just dropped dead. Random death."