Death Parade Novelas e Histórias

All the deceased bodies of Union soldiers were gathered for proper burial in the future, a job done in five seconds by Terrance's incredible speed. Willie Lou walked ahead of her team towards the farm, leading the pack while stretching her arms. "Here in East Greenland, there's over half a million enslaved human beings. Let's put our foot on history's neck and liberate our people!" The Demon Corps rushed ahead where they detected multiple presences of vampires, discovering a plantation being used as vampire food. Slaves were being abducted in a hurry, seemingly to escape from The Demon Corps. The last vampires slacking behind were quickly killed by Terrance, leaving behind hundreds of their

They would freeze before they reached their destination. The bodies were everywhere. Clara couldn't look away from them, couldn't escape the endless parade of death that unfolded across her screens. They were frozen in every pose imaginable—some huddled together for warmth, some reaching for loved ones, some simply collapsed where they stood. The black hail had turned them into grotesque sculptures, their flesh blackened and cracked, their eyes frozen open in expressions of terror. They were a testament to the cruelty of the apocalypse, and Clara was their witness.

So many that it took several cremation devices to get rid of the bodies! She couldn't imagine how much they must have suffered here. She never wished such a thing for her worst enemy! Aurelia could only too well imagine that the hegedunes had killed many test subjects in their energy-stealing experiments.

- Adolf Hitler July 1941. Back at the concentration camp, the Nazi troops came across a predicament, two of the mass graves they had the prisoners dug were already full and since the graves were sitting open on hot summer days the smell was indescribable and the open graves were also spreading diseases, the chief ordered his troops to gather as many male prisoners as they could to cover the graves with dirt.

Patrick lowered his head. "Who attacked them? What happened?" I inquired restlessly. Patrick raised his eyes on me. I could see his pupils becoming darker and darker. "Degenerates," he squeezed through his throat. "W-what?" I gasped. "A whole fucking army of degenerates…" he exhaled angrily, "Strong as hell and bloodthirsty creatures with only one purpose in life: to kill." I gulped. I had seen the massacre left by degenerates only once. It was enough to engrave that bloody image deep in my memory. I don't think I could ever forget what I had seen the night Carla and the other girls were slaughtered at the casino.

The knockers at her door were there by the thousands, dribbling over one another, clambering for fresh bones to suck the marrow from. A generation of the dead looking for somewhere to die. Emily ran at them, bat— (machete) —raised. Her grunts were muffled by flying scalps, dried dust blood clouds. Her daughter’s present snapped jaws from necks, sent eyeballs flying into the sky in nightmarish home runs. Emily swung, over and over again, granting them all the relief they so desperately wanted, until she was doused red from head to toe. Her own private genocide.

He then asked, "Wait... what are you doing here?" "Its my dad's birthday today," Ashleigh stated. "I was cleaning his tombstone as I do every year on his brithday and date of death." She looked at the grass beneath her as she went on, "We used to go to Aunt Maria's all the time. So I couldn't handle being there today. So I'm sorry."

he places his hand on his chest, feigning confidence. "Conceded much?" I ask him boldly, cutting his sentence off and leaving my fear in the dust. He chuckles deeply causing my heart to clench, uncomfortably. My father is dead in front of me, a bullet wound to his head and here I am, laughing with a strange, 7-foot man who shouldn't be in my house. "Well baby, I'm death, nice to meet you," I know it was dumb, but I broke into laughter. "Yeah, and I'm Demeter now get out before I call the cops," I glance back over at my father as he lies in a pool of his blood.

The world had descended into chaos, and every day felt like a struggle to keep hope alive. The fever was spreading faster than anyone had anticipated, and the infected were becoming more aggressive. Entire cities were falling one by one. The streets were empty save for those who had already been overtaken by the virus, their grotesque, zombie-like forms stumbling mindlessly through what remained of civilization. It felt like the end was drawing near, and even the most optimistic people were beginning to lose faith.

Lycan Erasmus had known the general gist of the Snowdeer Town tragedy before. After all, a civilian massacre is inherently bloody. But he hadn't known the specifics: how Velda had herded civilians into wooden huts to burn them alive, how she used silver-coated blades to slit the throats of surrendering soldiers, and how she hadn't even spared the pups.