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After all, now that they had passed on in peace, they wouldn’t end up turning into evil spirits… Either way, now that they were gone, Gerald drew the Astrabyss Sword before starting to mutter some odd incantations… The spell Gerald was chanting was known as Soul Eater, and casting it enabled him to completely exterminate villainous spirits. As Gerald had earlier said, any spirits caught within the punishing spell wouldn’t be able to be reincarnated… While Gerald rarely used the spell, he knew he had to use it on the dead Soul Hunters. After all, they deserved this punishment, and Gerald wasn’t about to let them die in peace and escape judgment.

He finally turns to look at me after he brushes off some hair from his arms. “You join the Flying Death because your heart is black. You become Reeve because you’re dead inside. You have no future with me Hazel. I’m not gonna drag you into my fucked up world, with my demons. When Mona comes, you’ll go with her,” he says, turning toward the entryway. I run after him and punch him right in the back. “I am NOT one of your Flys and you will not just fucking dismiss me when you’ve gotten what you wanted,” I shout, and hit him again.

They were victims of the ambition of someone who wanted to rekindle a lost love. When the spell reached its peak, the God of Death swung his hands agilely, drawing magical symbols in the air. The magical chains that bound the lives of the werewolves began to tremble. A blackish light emanated from it, then coiled around their bodies. “Zarathustra edlakus turvoda melus!” he said in a booming voice. The black light seeped into the spirits of the werewolves, sucking the life out of them rapidly.

She snickered, checking him out. “I sure am.” Kriss smirked, checking her out as well. “Alright. So what do you have?” She offered, straightening her back. “Money is of no value. Why not this? Whoever loses does one thing the other one says.” Kriss asked, bringing a silence at their table. Kriss knew his power, all of them combined could never kill him. He was the White Death, the most feared wizard alive. “Haha, Boy, Ya out of yer mind?” She slurred her words, shaking her to sober up.

He stated definitively. He motions for me to follow him. “Let’s go, Bellatrix.” “Why would I go anywhere with you? I didn’t want this.” I spat venomously. He sighed, malevolence swirling in his orbs. “You defend them, you defend him. But I think you will feel differently when you realize what a monster he truly is.” I clenched my teeth. “Stop talking in riddles. Tell me what you fucking mean, NOW!” He wore a grim expression, lips set into a hard line. “Lazarus De Loughrey is the one who killed your father.”

I need human blood or else, I might kill my own. I wasn’t called the Death Eater for no reason. My name, Vladimir Patterson, was famous throughout the continent. Some called me a legend, while others referred to me as a myth. The tale about me singlehandedly slaughtering a thousand werewolf army was still a subject of debate for legitimacy. But who cares? Those who had lived to tell the tale were enough proof that the Death Eater was real.

he murmured, and a burst of red pure vigor unfurled away from Frank like a raging storm. As everyone was left stupefied, the death aura released caused the temperature around them to fall by over a dozen celsius! "T-That's the Death Eater.. The signature move of the Lord of the Southern Woods, which he used to carve a path of carnage into Talnam…" Lothar immediately recognized the technique Frank used. Being an insider himself, he quickly realized who Frank really was. After all, the Death Eater would only be taught to heirs of direct lineage, and no one else.

"Hmm… Mr. Dante!" I said and felt delighted to see him. "I heard the news that you were able to survive a quest that was ranked S-tier, I still can’t believe it, although you've changed a lot that I almost didn't recognize you. I was kinda embarrassed at his statement since Mr. Dante was the vice-commander of Deathly Hallows, a famous group composed mostly of A-tier challengers. He tried to recruit me once as a runner during their raid, only that the commander opposed it so it didn't actually happen.

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

, he’s shaking as the dagger fell to the ground. “The known killer of Werewolves?” Other were-rogue asks. I devilishly smirked doing my attack towards the naked man. Throwing my dagger straight to its heart. They alerted themselves as they saw how their companion turns to ashes. “Yes. I am Death. You want to be one of my favorite collections?” I showed myself yet they can’t see my face due to the black skull mask I’m wearing. They should have attacked me but my hands are quicker than them. I pulled two of my 45 caliber guns. And shoot their foreheads and hearts making their early death. My gun has a silver bullet that contains the same mixture of venom and wolf's bane.