Demon Grim Reaper Tattoo Sleeve の小説・ストーリー

"Yeah, have it?" Skoteinó chuckled and removed his white smiley mask that revealed the tattoos on his face. The tattoo that attracts Raverine the most is the official insignia of Die Dark — a smiling skull with a bloody fang. The tattoos were all over his dark-toned face. He also had piercings on his nose and lip — a typical look of an outlaw.

Donatello took his jacket off and rolled up his right sleeve, revealing what looked like a grim reaper scythe. “I got the title devil, demon, grim reaper, for a reason, Ezra.” He said, putting his arm on the flaming door. He hissed in pain before removing his arm and nodding at a man who stood and watched in silence. The man brought over a bottle of vodka and poured it on the burning wound making my heart ache. “You are not going to wait for your mate to come out, because we are going in.” “How the hell are we going…?”

“Only until they have forgiven themselves. Suicide is no sin, Fianna. It is a tragedy, truly, but the depths of despair a person are in to commit the act are punishment enough.” We walked in silence as I absorbed my surroundings, glad of the colombina mask I wore that disguised my appearance. We rounded a corner, entering the heart of a grove. A bare-chested demon in harem pants with skin black as night bowed to Samael, his skin studded with a silver dusting of ridges and tattoos. Deer antlers crested his head, woven with red cloth and silver bells that sounded as he rose. Samael gave a cursory nod. “Dantalion. Is the hearse ready?”

“You just remorselessly killed your companion, guy named Ox. Or should I say, a ringer assassin called the Joker of the Cards of Reapers?” Ox laughed lightly, bandages on his left hand suddenly fall when Aoi cut it with a sharp knife. On the back of his palm, a tattoo of a skeleton in a pitch-black cloak was holding a grayish scythe. On the side of the box, vertically written in a scary font the word “J-O-K-E-R.” A tattoo of the Card of Reapers indicating he was in a high-rank. “What's your business with me?” Aoi Akuma asked voice in a threat.

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

Without uttering a word, he walked towards her, “your leave my daughter alone. I am a powerful man.” The reaper turned around and looked at her dad, “don't you dare lift your hands for my dad.” The reaper turned, looked at her, and, in a deep voice, said, “I’m not here to hurt anyone. “ Four men who appeared out of nowhere, wearing suits, stood at the side of the doorway as a tall guy wearing a black suit, hair neatly combed to the back with the words tattooed death across his neck, stepped in. The reaper went down on one knee, looking downwards, “My lord,” the men in the grey suits went down on one knee and “My lord.” The man wearing a black suit had a twelve-centimeter scar down his face;

I ate and listened to him. "Within the Death Ministry, only Grim can enter. There are only two types of grim that are the Council and the Reapers. The Grim Council are the ones who bring death notes from superiors to be sent to Grim Reapers like me, where we have to fetch the soul of the person written there. When we do not get them at the right time and place, they can escape and just add to the missing souls. In 40 days we should reap them otherwise they will be like the lost soul you saw yesterday. Dark and evil. " I nodded as a sign that I understood him.

Sweat trickles from my forehead down to my neck, my eyes turn dry when I open them so widely as I watch the horrifying figure walk towards us. I grab Daniella’s arm and pull her close, nervously I whisper in her ear——expressionless skeletal face, long hooded cloak, gigantic scythe, “I-isn’t that the Grim Reaper!?” “Um-hmm.” calmly Daniella nods, it seems like she has some ideas about this figure too. Everybody knows who a Grim Reaper is, if someone doesn’t know about him, he collects souls! He is a personified force of death!

I also recognize the serpent tattoo coiling up his right forearm, with another tattoo that is a dead man’s skull circled by a crescent moon in blood-red ink right on his left bicep. “I have my ways of getting places, sweetheart,” he says, answering a question I didn’t ask. “You’re here for a very special reason, and you should be worried and very, very, cooperative.” His smirk deepens. A cruel happy glint flashes in those soulless eyes. My stomach twists. “Why am I here?” I repeat my question, and immediately he leans closer, I hold my breath because I don't want to smell the leather and sweat and something else metallic that reminds me too much of blood.

After all he didn't like me, but whatever the reason may be, I think he was only doing this to increase the rate of my punishment. " You should eat your food before it gets cold," he said pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his well built physique along with his incredible tattoos which I was unable to describe, right now, words cannot express how it looked, he was just... Perfect! But demonic in some ways. His back was covered in a black and red skeletal face which fire exhibited from. Below his neck, a large cross sign stood there and all manner of flames tattooed with black color engulfed his back.