Danmachi Hestia Death Mga Nobela at Kwento

Well, after they could get over with their sentence for the crimes they did. Damien let out a scoff and shook his head. “No! I would never! I’d never kneel before you! All of you! You don’t deserve my respect! I’d rather die again!” He yelled in animosity, and what he did next caused us to gasp in horror. “No! Damien!” Hera screamed at the top of her lungs when her husband stabbed himself at his chest… to death. And his blood is now streaming down from his wound to the ground. Geez! Why would he do such a thing? He just proved that he is more than a loser.

Oops, I forgot that I had no heart but nectar. That is when reality dawned on me, while the processor's words rang in my ear. Different evil entities will keep coming after you once you get to Gaea. Then the priest's messenger words also played in my mind. They mentioned one boy whom they thought was the last of the Smiths, but he was killed. That is also when I remember that I didn't get the chance to ask him more questions before the war began.

"Oh...look, our special guest is finally here with us" Damon mocked, barely glancing at her. "What are you doing out of your corner? I thought I told you to keep quiet. It's not time for the foursome yet. Unfortunately, the Asian is down". Angela's heart raced, seeing Antonio's state with Hinata's corpse in his bosom. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks. He must have loved her. *No, no! He is going to kill us all. Antonio is not the same man. Can't he tell?

That will threaten their control over our community. I cannot allow this; I will not allow this. “Hector!” Kit roars out at me, pulling a male to the ground that was coming for me from behind. Just like Jaxon, he kills him instantly…pulling his heart out. I guess they can’t grow back a new heart or a new head. Both deaths were just as final as the other. I remain as close to the door as I can, while a fight was happening out here…what kind of fight

Her eyes were cold and filled with hatred, though the strength of it weakened as she coughed a mouthful of blood. Her red and green eyes were filled with pain. Her face had turned ashen and she kept coughing more blood. The excruciating pain wrapped around her body and rocked her slowly toward darkness. The sight of her like this gave him a strange relief. “Blabber all you want, but in the end you are going to die and we will survive. Not only that, the inheritance of your mother will belong to us. I will become the sole owner of all the properties she left for you.” he announced as he stepped forward and knelt in front of her so their eyes met.

Damian's face was twisted in rage, his eyes blazing with fury. Hela struggled to speak as his grip on her neck was choking her to death. "I... It's the only way, my Lord," she gasped, her voice barely audible. I honestly thought Damian was going to kill her. I was sure of it. But after what seemed like forever, he finally let go of her, and she fell to the ground, gasping for air.

CULLEN’s POV The rain poured heavily. The dark clouds loomed above, seething with fury. I sipped my bittersweet coffee as the Death Note on my desk began to glow faintly. I reached out and took it in my hand. An unfamiliar name appeared, along with the details of death. “Clark Stephen Daniel,” I muttered with a sigh. “Your time has come. I’m coming to collect,” I whispered, my voice void of warmth. It was time to reap his soul. The details were clear—he would die tonight, inside a nightclub.

After everything, a small, foolish part of me still hoped. Perhaps Damian was worried. Perhaps he cared. Perhaps watching me sacrifice myself had finally made him realize what I meant to him. Then Selene spoke. "You look troubled." A pause followed. Then Damian answered. "The assassin escaped." His voice was cold. Controlled. Unmoved. "That's not what's bothering you," Selene said softly. Silence followed. A terrible silence. My pulse quickened. The room suddenly felt colder. Then Selene sighed. "She's dying, Damian."

Azrael replied angrily “Even if Azrael is tied up and there is no fight, you are still scary. I'm doing you a favor Azrael, I want you to see me in heaven together. Just wait, you won't end up there with the amount you killed. Some friends and members have also taken this life which is probably the judgment on you Deus Mortis. Look at yourself like you're a dog that's just barking” Jonathan smiled as he touched Akira's shoulder which made Azrael even angrier.

Damon stood frozen, unable to move or speak. Hilda looked at him one last time. "Go be with your daughter, Alpha." She drove the dagger down, plunging it deep into her torso. Everything went still. * * *