Novel & Cerita Demonic Scythe

Aleister wondered out loud, clearly impressed by the witch's armory. Ruby pressed a certain button on the wall and the shelf lined with knives separated like a sliding door presenting a variety of scythes. There was a scythe entirely made out of fishbone, there was an ill-proportioned one with a heart-shaped ruby and thorns, he saw another scythe where the blade is completely made out of ice making him wonder how it hadn't melted yet, one impressive scythe had a golden handle styled as a dragon and from its mouth protrudes a crimson metal. The weapon bore great power and he can feel it merely by looking at its blade. Aleister then noticed a black scythe that made shivers run up his spine. Th

0064: The New Nightingale 0065: SIDE STORY PART ONE 0066: SIDE STORY PART TWO _______ Arc 3: Reaper's Scythe Is A Scissor?! Update: Ongoing "Yow! Sinful soul, how about you behave for a little while for my scythe to bring you to the underworld peacefully?" I grinned as I took out my grim kiddie size scissors with the host's favourite cartoon character. The soul I encountered was flabbergasted at first but then started to laugh after, "Pft! You call that a scythe? What? You gonna rip my soul or cut my hair instead?! I bet that's safety scissors only enough to cut a paper! Hahaha!"

Scott thought again. Scott's right arm burned and he realized he had been slashed again. He made himself invisible and commanded a sword to appear. He slashed the man from his lower belly up to his chest before making himself visible. He saw the man slumped down, but he knew he wouldn't die from such minor wounds. Demons are too thick-skinned to be killed by such a thing. The only thing the wound would succeed in doing to the demons was weakening him temporarily.

I slashed their throats with my shield; their veins with my saber. Their death cries joined together in a symphony of pain and horror. I reveled in the screams of the dying men, licking the drops of blood as they splattered my face. I fended off thrown daggers with my shield, parried sword blows with my saber and counterattacked. I was destruction incarnate, and I felt happy. I was killing, and the demon blood sang in my veins. Death, death, death to my enemies.

I was able to take hold of the scythe and with my powers, I began to lift it off his neck slowly. He wasn't noticing any of it. Just when he saw what was going on, he yelled in anger but it was too late for him. I flung off the scythe away from Kaden into the crowd of foot soldiers behind him. They were unable to act before the scythe descended on all of them and beheaded a few. Two of them fell to the floor Instantly. "No!" Dennison yelled, trying to raise it again but I held it down. "Attack!" Alpha Aurel yelled and soon enough, the warriors were running towards him and his warriors.

I woke with a start to being rocked violently and the sound of gunfire. Springing up I saw a hoard of Nephilim above us, surrounding us. I had never seen so many at once. Liam and Jason were already up, Liam's katana currently removing a head from the body of one Nephilim, Jason's guns blazing, hitting their mark each time. Todd was standing on top of the truck, his sickles already slick with blood; Devon behind him picking off the ones further out one by one. Fucking hell, no wonder I had a bad feeling. Their wings pounded, sending a thrumming throbbing into my head, I reached behind me to pull out my scythe. It felt alive in my hand, tingling with actual energy, light as a feather and dead

I was so lost in familiarising with the new feeling, that I didn't realise when the princess came and stood across me. The princess held a shining silver sword which made my hands itch to hold it myself. The hilt was black adorned with brass at the top and the end. The black color formed a design above the hilt and ran straight to reach the middle of the sword. The blade was so sharp that every time the sunlight touched it, it gleamed brightly trying to blind me. The more I looked at it the more the urge amplified to play with it in the air for hours. Mixing some mysterious ingredients into the copper Chalice, the priest dipped his fingers in the mixture and dropped three drops of blood abov

Otherwise, she'd be without a complete corpse by now. The damage caused by the tyrannical force had calmed down, and the cells began to repair themselves slowly. Even in her unconscious state, Irene still dimly feel great pain as weakness overtook her entire being. After what seemed to be a long time, her consciousness hovered between sobriety and drunkness. "Dæmon's people snatched the weapons again. We were the ones who intercepted these scoundrels. Now, they are the ones reaping the benefit." Those words seemed to be uttered by a vaguely familiar voice, a man. It was just that she had difficulty remembering who he was.

said seraphine and searched for tools to remove those tied to their hands Seraphine immediately found the sharp end of the iron and there they removed the chains from their hands. "Akira I'll be back I'll just consume the demons that brought you here" Azrael said angrily and cocked his guns

"If you even blink without my permission, your beloved Verena here will have a bullet in her brain. Am I clear?" Nate clenched his jaw. I could see his hands balled into tight fists. Finally, he nodded. "Good. Now let's have a little fun." Kade smirked. "Remember, if you fight back she dies." He walked a few paces till he found what he was looking for. He picked up a thick metal rod from the ground. "No, please. No!" I sobbed. I clawed against the man's arms but it was of no use.