Esdeath Personality Novels & Stories

He simply went back to whatever he was reading, and the silence resumed its shape, and I sat in it and tried to figure out what he was. I had a taxonomy for people. Eighteen years in Silverstone had given me that, the ability to read the particular variety of threat a person represented. Edward was the cold kind: methodical, self-serving, and most dangerous when he was performing grief. Selena was the warm kind, the type that smiled while reaching for the knife, and that was harder to track because the performance was so practiced. Celeste was appetite, pure and unsophisticated, which actually made her predictable. The elders were political creatures, interested only in what you represented

The room falls dead silent for a minute, though I do hear Gabriel screaming in Spanish. The males I normally beat are older than me, a fuck load rougher and meaner. They best not be fooled by Hector’s boyish good looks and charm. If the roles were reversed, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill me and I believe that. I was born the way I am, with a need to kill. Males like me are normally dead or in a human jail by my age. It’s only because of Dozer that I’ve been able to mold and change my bloodlust into a more manageable and better way to live. I coexist with the evil inside me.

Even after acting in the over-the-top love triangle for years, Jessica didn't seem to tire of it. In the study, Harold was sitting in the chair. Darrell stood like a grade schooler listening to a lecture. "Grandpa, this must be our first time talking at such a close distance, right?" Darrell was trying to play the family card. Harold could see from a glance that Darrell would never be on his side. Darrell was completely different from Ethan. Ethan was reserved, and he hid all his emotions in his heart. Darrell looked obedient, but he was the best at betraying people.

There was no space for pity thinking that there might be a way out of it. ‎I slumped against the wall of the building and gazed up at the moonless night sky. ‎I doubt there would be a way out of it without feeling burdened about betraying the family's background and foundation. However, there was also no point and no end to killing... ‎I watched silently as a conspicuous cloud floated by. It looked like the face of a person. With it's dark brownish hair and brown eyes and loud personality.. it almost looked like someone I've seen before .

“Shadow… the love of my life. Falcon, the genius of the Underworld. Eagle, the infamous slaughter without discrimination. He killed everyone and everything equally.” Eagle rolled his tongue inside his mouth and listened to him silently. “I’ve never thought you guys are the same person.” “Three or four personas inside this body.” He took the chance to announce the accurate yet filmy fact about them. “You should be happy.” “Excuse me, why is that?” Instead of being intimidated by the gruff voice, he leaned forward. Raising his brow, “you cheeky bastard. I can reduce you into something like that,” he snorted at his dead body of Elijah.

Shame on me in case. @Death Wish

But now it was standing right in front of him, laughing at him like he was a loser. “You killed him because you wanted to prove yourself. Your dear father gave up everything when you were targeted once by his enemies. You hated it and killed him to prove to all those bosses that you were more capable than him. You wanted to prove that you’re strong and heartless. But in reality, you’re not.” He flinched as he couldn’t believe that she knew everything about him.

He laughed and snorted. "What exactly are you trying to say?" "He is suffering from ASPD." My brow furrowed as a result of what he said, and he rubbed his head as if he was annoyed with me. "Everson has an antisocial personality disorder. That's why he's so excellent at lying, and why he has no qualms about hurting others."

She’s harsher on those who hurt people she loved. She’s implementing death based on her experiences as Anna rather than neutral principle. “This is exactly the problem,” Original Death protests. “Death with personality becomes death with bias. She’s not enforcing endings equally anymore, she’s judging worthiness based on her individual values.” “So death has values now,” I argue. “Maybe that’s better than impersonal cessation.” “That’s corruption,” Original Death counters. “Death must be equal to everyone. Rich, poor, good, evil—all face the same ending. Death with personality plays favorites.”