Death Parade Decim X Chiyuki Novels & Stories

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

Gulping, Zander stared at the three heads torn apart from the bodies lying in the dark slime, the only thing recognizable in the room. The skulls were getting disintegrated. Slowly burning, going down, submerging in the acid like black substance. And he gulps. Daring, he lifts his eyes to look at the source of all this chaos. The girl who stood in the center of the slime with her head lowered, her wet hair veiling her face. The skin he was kissing and caressing a few hours ago was pale, white as a ghost. The worn out hoodie she wore every day was red with blood. Torn from places like someone tried to force her.

Juan crushed her detached skull when he leaped over her corpse. Xandar closed in, and after a quick estimation, leaped from the ground and landed flat on one, ripping off his arms and hearing him scream before Xandar snapped his neck. Six down. Four to go. After the four remaining decipios decided on what they were going to do, they leaped on separate trees and climbed higher and higher. Lucianne and the others were not backing down. They started climbing, albeit slower since they don’t practice climbing anything. The wolves had to shift back to do the same.

the man said terrified, falling down to his knees with his hands clasps. "That was the made from the only flock of griffins left in the entire world. Trix furrowed her brow. He spoke words, yet all she heard was genocide coming out. "And you call me filth," she retorted, sending a deadly silence throughout the entire party.

Chad said coldly, "Can't you see it yet? This is the retaliation of the Saffronesians against the Conrad family. Your woman and son have long been dead!" "What?!" Martin finally understood why Chad brought up the incident of the family preventing the Saffronesian Corporation from settling in Summer six months ago, "But this is Hacniane! How dare they—" Martin was almost out of his mind, roaring as he charged toward the monster in front of him, but Chad stopped him. The monster cackled as it took a few steps back, returning to the direction where Chad had previously seen the dense black light. "Let me formally introduce myself; I am the Corpse Tailor—Koi Hadachi!"

A middle-aged woman catches the shirt tail of Gangster number three who has wavered between saving his boss and his own hide. The members of the Transmigration Bureau aren’t as lucky. Spinstra has had the foresight to steal into Death’s office and, with her vile accomplice Kharon, massacres the clueless Helter-Skeltals along the way. Upon reaching Hell’s Helm, they then ambush the preoccupied reapers, stabbing one in the back, slicing another’s throat and impaling the third with a sword shaped like a giant insect’s mandible.

I’ll be coming for him tomorrow Jason can have another day off. As we are wiping down the mat I notice a group of men deep in discussion still hanging about, scars trail up their arms to their shirt sleeves. A handful even have them on their faces. They must be Blood Moon pack warriors. No one else has warriors that tall, large, and ruthless. Dad clears his throat and I get back to our task at hand and help him carry the mat inside. Once put away we head home. I wave goodbye to Hudson and Bailey and walk with dad.