Death Parade Novelas e Histórias

They fell into a daze, dropping their weapons and falling into a deep, terrible depression. Some of the soldiers began to sob, some of them wailing their lungs off. Some of them even picked up their guns, shooting themselves in the head. Wilbur wove through the crowd, all the people around him turning impossibly hopeless and ending their lives in various ways. The agony they felt was so unbearable that death seemed to be their only release. Such was the power of the Emperor's domain: Dirge of Despair. Within mere seconds, the Scorpion Army had lost half their men. The remaining soldiers fell into a hopeless frenzy as well, flailing around like they had lost their minds.

Brief, steam-like hisses accompany the repeated sound of nail guns punching, as the inverted collar spikes sink into human necks, drawing blood and forcing the new slaves to start pushing the huge money bags along. “Sub-level 5: Child-killers, mass murderers and random shooters. Those who bullied the weak. Also the slothful and the morose. If you look to your right, you might catch glimpse of the abominable River Styx.” I smell something like sewer gas and before anyone can scream “God have mercy,” a tidal wave of some nasty liquid has engulfed the elevator. I savor a few precious seconds of peace thinking how like a blessing it would be to finally die in the intangible hands of the element

The door swung open, and there stood Chester, who was supposed to have been a fixture in the morgue for the past two weeks. I nodded at him, my face a blank slate. "It's been a while!" The relatives froze, their exchanged glances screaming silent panic. "Ah!" "He's alive!" "I said we shouldn't visit the morgue after midnight, but no, you had to see for yourselves!" "All this for a few bucks from selling their organs? It's not worth dying over." My aunt, gripping Theodore's arm and shaking it, wailed. I let out an icy laugh, lifted my hand, and gave Chester a slap that left a red mark blazing on his cheek.

That debt had to be settled properly. Three days later, on a stormy night with pouring rain, a battered armored vehicle—barely holding together—smashed through the gates of the villa complex. Callie and Dan crawled out of the car, covered in mud and looking utterly miserable. Behind them, more than a dozen mutated zombies were chasing them. “Help! Is anyone there? Help!” Callie screamed, her voice hoarse. Dan gripped a machete in his hand, but it was useless against mutated zombies.

Rotting fingers clawed into the open air, dragging something half-formed after them. Another grave ruptured. Then another. The cemetery didn’t just shift. It opened. And something inside it pushed back. Chaos tore through the hunters’ line. Chains tangled. Formations shattered. Lanterns vanished under collapsing soil. One of them stumbled backward, foot sliding into a crack that hadn’t been there seconds ago— Hands shot up from below. They grabbed him. He screamed once before the earth swallowed the sound. In the chaos, another hunter opened fire without aiming, and a bullet ripped through one of his own teammates. The sound of the shot was followed by a warm splash of blood that mixed with

The whole room has narrowed down to that sentence. Strategic population reduction. There are phrases built specifically so nobody has to picture bodies. Her voice comes out very quiet. "Cull." Terminology disputed internally. "Not by me." LUS does not answer. Maya's pen moves hard enough to tear the paper. ARBITER = modelled collapse + population reduction. DECAY = engineered pathogen. Containment not objective. She stops. Looks at the words. The shape of it is worse than she expected, and that irritates her. She should be difficult to surprise by now. Dying should come with immunity to fresh horror.

Nevertheless, when someone had touched her behind, she flinched a little while she turned to see that elder man from the Nazi order. "You've done your job well, child." Quero commended but it only made Daeira's stomach turned acid. She remembered what happened. She was fed with jabersnares and the rest were darkness. "Behold what you've accomplished." he gestured towards the large monitor in the cell, showing the gigantic massacring of all Aryans against the hybrid reptiles. The opening of the black gates and the entrance of the war weapons filled tanks.

Is he going to bury my dead body in concrete instead of mud? I swallowed hard at that thought. He parked his car in his private parking and stepped out of the car but I still kept rooted in my seat. I'm so young to die. I have not even lost my virginity yet. And the thought made me even more depressed. He came to my side and opened my door and dragged me with him to lift. I followed him without any protest like a lost puppy. He pressed the penthouse button on the top floor. My eyes widened in fear. Is he going to throw me from the top floor or is he going to cut my throat? He won't let me die this easily. He will for sure torture me. I hung my head low in more sadness. I felt his heated gaze

Maybe she doesn't know how to tell me that the man that I love is already dead but she just nodded while crying, telling me that she is telling the truth that Jayvee is gone. I heard cries from outside the room where I and my mom were. I immediately stand up and walk to the door even though I still feel weak. I want to witness with my own eyes what is really going on. I looked around and I saw a bunch of people crying and mourning. What is going on? I asked myself while looking around and listening to their cries. I walk out of the room while my mom is following me. I saw Camille lying dead while her family was crying over her. She has a death tag too like mine.

The only difference is that this isn't a bomb attack, but an ancient war demon's hand's work. Blood filled the whole desert floor, while some lucky survivors were screaming in pain. The top of the tunnel exit I was standing on gave me a clear view of my surroundings. The whining and anguished cries of the civilians echo throughout my ears. More tears slipped down my face, guilt-filled my heart, and I could feel the sadness in Reed's heart.