Esdeath Quotes Novels & Stories

Once I sat engaged and waiting I heard a martyred, extrajudicial sentencing Death - tormentor of my dreams Deep into that darkness sanctioning 'Death!' said I, 'thing of demise.' I awoke and flung the grief My passion is the parched necrosis 'Death!' chuckled I, 'Yes Death!' ~~Theodora Twitty <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Scarlett

⸻ Then he opened his eyes. ⸻ “I’m tired.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ “I’m tired of people disappearing.” ⸻ The stars trembled. ⸻ “I’m tired of losing people.” ⸻ His voice cracked. 💔 ⸻ “And I’m tired of being told someone has to die for everyone else to survive.” ⸻ The universe listened. ⸻ Because these weren’t the words of a god. ⸻ They were the words of a human.

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

“You mean the same Jace who’s obsessed with you? Yeah, sure. That makes sense.” I scoff, but before I can argue, he tilts his head, watching me with something close to amusement. Then, with perfect fucking timing, he quotes me. “‘Death is amazing. Until you’ve touched it, you have no idea how free it can be.’” My entire body stiffens. I pull back, staring at him as he grins. But he’s not done. “‘Death doesn’t scare me, Jace. And when someone doesn’t fear death, they have nothing to live for.’”

Nesryn looked right into my eyes. “Vivamus, moriendum est. A quote from your world which means — let us live, for we must die. When you know you’re gonna die, why don’t you live as you always wanted to? Yeah, maybe you will die sooner because you offend someone or you disobey someone, but you’ll be happy and grateful to yourself that even if for a second, you lived your life on your terms.” She cleared her throat, her voice slightly hoarse.

“I think you misunderstood my enthusiasm. It’s not that I don’t fear death or feel demoralised each time I wake up in the chapel. I’m just as depressed as anyone else in this dungeon. It was especially painful to know that it cost credits to revive, and walking back to my hunting spot was always a pain.” Yet, each time he died, Zen felt a little more empowered. “Each time I die, I think I become a little wiser,” he concluded. “Hence, I think of death as an investment and thank the gaming mechanics for not making it permanent. It would be horrible if I understood where I’d gone wrong and could not come back to make amends. Seeing it as a blessing to be able to return keeps me moving forward.

He then suddenly started raising my body in the air, the heretic calmly said, "for someone who acts all sly all the time, you don't seem that impressive to me..." "Khhhh...let's go!" I tried to speak. Suddenly being lifted in the air by the crazy bastard and having my internal organs churn form the kick, I struggled to speak as I swung my legs in the air. "It's useless..." he whispered. Firming his grip on my neck, the heretic looked at me in the eyes and spoke, "Your death is a just one of the casualties, don't blame me but blame yourself for trying to escape mother nature's cycle and embrace. Everything will return to ashes, souls will go back to God's Kingdom.”

J is like common beings of some sort. E.J however turned his gaze to the three immortals. Their bodies was not shaking anymore. It seems they recollected and composed theirselves. Looking at them, like he thought earlier- they are no ordinary beings. A silent amused smile formed from his lips. Well he too is not an ordinary beings. Now that he let it out, there's no way he will suppressed it again. This is who he was. This is what he is. He is DEATH!

"How I wish wasn't dumb enough to make you feel so worthless when you deserved to worth more than anything in this lifetime." I stared at him when a fragmented images flashed in my mind. "You don't even worth a thing to me, selfish bitch." "Esmeray, your second name describes my end when you're not in my life." "Death," I muttered. "You'll be the death of me. Please, remember me, baby." Quel parked his car and brought me at the cliff. I sat at the edge and watched the stars above us. "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" He asked out of nowhere.

The irony cuts sharp. “So doing nothing preserves principle,” Kieran says, “and costs existence.” The Newborn God looks torn. “Yes.” I feel anger and fear twist together. “Death,” I say, my voice trembling, “does it erase memories of us too?” “Yes.” The word breaks something in me. “No one would remember?” I whisper. “Only echoes,” Death replies. Kieran laughs quietly. “Reduced to rumor.” I grip his hand tighter. “You will not fade.” He studies my face.