Novel & Cerita Demonic Scythe

Godric had picked himself up again and thrust a silver dagger between Decus' ribs. The demon screamed, stumbled back a step, and looked down at itself. A silver, sacred dagger was stuck in his body. "How dare you!" Growled Decus and pulled the dagger out of his body and threw it to the side, so that it jingled to the ground with the blood of the demon. He could not hold the dagger for long because it was sacred. Demons could not touch these items without being burned. You could see this in his wound. Not only was she bleeding profusely, but the skin was burned in a tight radius around it. He looked angrily at the priest. "I'll kill you !!" "I'm not dying that easily," he protested tense and

Not that this is my first time but this people are different. It's the pack of the demon alpha. I wouldn't believe I would be here even in an hundred years to come. Some nice looking maids came to put the serving dishes on the table. Those dishes are quite expensive. Looking at the one they placed on the demon alpha's path, I'm so sure it's not steel but his dishware and goblet were shimmering like diamond. I wondered what they are made of.

He smirked, this was somehow fun. Mariam was showing off with her acrobatic skills, her small body allowed her move easily. She bounced off the chest of one, knocking him to the ground and twisted in the air aiming for another, she dug two small knives on either sides of his neck and retrieved the two swords which she had left in the chest of two men now lying dead on the floor, she yelled with each strike she made and without missing, twisting and turning to avoid fatal blows. She had six men down by her swords and only a few more to go. She was excited, she was angry and she was vengeful. She gripped the swords in both hands tightly, there was a pause from both parties which only lasted le

Ezekiel breathed out as he pulled the second fragment of the Sword of the Doombringer from the current owner. He pulled his sword and smiled at the level of destruction he had caused in this world. The Scythe of Death vibrated in his grip, but the power continued to flow smoothly as if Ezekiel's level of darkness was slowly catching up with the darkness that powered the Scythe.

I repeated her. "Yes, Hyun Ki. Did you forget that Lord Inferno has a soul weapon in the form of a black scythe that can take out the spirit of life. I read about it in your personal library." Aphrodite explained that to me. "But I can't see the scythe on you, Lord Minami." Aphrodite's speech was disdainful, she looked at Minami and smiled again. "Don't tell me you couldn't pull the scythe out." "This girl is really annoying, I'll—"

Partheos howled as the limb exploded. “So you’re the one…” Partheos snarled. “The Smiter… a boy?” Scott gritted his teeth. “Yeah—and I’m the one who’s sending your ugly ass back to Hell!” Partheos launched again in a tidal wave of sand. Scott raised the sword, forming a shield of holy flame. The demon’s blast hit it—and turned to glass on impact. A beam of white light surged outward, consuming Partheos. He froze mid-roar, transformed into a glass statue.

She had fallen and slumped over a log, her shallow breath slowing. Tears in my eyes, I walked over to her and held her hand. She looked at me, her eyes going back to her natural color of blue, and whispered, but again I couldn’t hear them. Her eyes widened as I leaned closer to hear her, noticing the minor cut on her shoulder. After life faded from her as well, I turned facing the murderer, Ronan stood bow in hand, a smile on his face as he aimed at me. The Immortal Scythe slung on a strap over his shoulder. How did he get a hold of that? It was gifted to the witches by their Goddess..

The weapons glowed with strange symbols. "What–" Maddie began but started to cough. Smoke had filled the room. The burning demon was still running around the diner. The other three demons were crouched, and growling like rabid dogs, their saucerlike eyes glowing with a manic light. One of them let out a loud howl like a wolf and pounced towards Cassie. She screamed and there was a sudden hot burst of light as the sword in her hand blazed up. Cassie leaped forward, sweeping her weapon at the demon, her skirt billowing behind her. In the light of the Celestial Blade, the demon’s appearance was unpleasantly visible: black, scaly skin, a gaping black hole for a mouth, bulging, orblike eyes, and

It was dangerous. Under the scorching sun, three formidable demonic beings stood ominously in front of the ancient pack house, emanating an aura of malevolence. Each demon possessed a unique appearance, reflecting their individual nature and power. The first demon stood tall and imposing with ebony skin and fiery crimson eyes. His long, jagged horns protruded from his forehead, and he carried a wickedly serrated sword crafted from blackened bones. The second demon was shrouded in a cloak of swirling shadows, making it difficult to discern her true form. Her skeletal fingers clutched a slender, obsidian staff topped with a glowing, pulsating orb of ethereal energy. The final demon had a hulki

She could only be grateful her little sister was still alive and well, but… “You’re going after him too, aren’t you?” This was something Lyra had known ever since she held her as a baby in her arms. Ayla was destined to be one of the finest celestial guardians one day, and a celestial guardian fought demons. Ayla’s eyes were resolute. She put a dagger in Lyra’s hands. “I’ve infused this with my spiritual energy. If any demon attacks, you-” “I know. Don’t worry about me, and come back safely, sister.” *** The Heavenly Scythe was the most formidable weapon that could be created. This was the only thing that could cut through Lux’s core and kill the demon king. And yet…