Esdeath Quotes Novels & Stories

e from a video game that I played. "After reading this "e, I have always told myself that I should care about my family very much. Look at me, my father died in a car accident, others are trying to take over his company, my mother is lying sick in bed, and I was f*cking raped by an a**hole like you. But yet, I never thought of dying." "As long as you are still alive, there is hope. When you die, there will be nothing left except for your bones. Think about it, one day, you will end up six feet under, lying in the dirt. At that time, what else can you do?"

And yet, even as we disappear into its vastness, we become one with the universe, our essence merging with the infinite. Death is the great liberator, freeing us from the chains of fear, of pain, and of sorrow. It is the ultimate release, a surrender to the cosmic dance, a return to the eternal rhythm that governs all existence. And so, let us embrace death, this mysterious and majestic force that shapes our lives. Let us honor its power, its beauty, and its transformative grace. For in its darkness, we find the light that illuminates our true nature, our deepest longing, and our highest potential. "After all, nobody can escape death, right?" I said it with a heavy heart as I stared at his h

"All I want, the only life I want is to be with Quix." Death chuckled from his position on the wall. "You want to be with a dead man?" he demanded. "Quix is more than that," Holly pointed out. "He's sweet and gentle-" "And a killer," Lucifer added. "He's not," Holly said as she looked between the two. But there was something off with the way Death smiled at her. "He's not," she repeated. "His name isn't really Quix," Death spat out. "I suppose I'll allow it," Lucifer nodded to Death and the chains unraveled from him and the man fell to the ground. "However, if you attack her, you know that I will not show mercy."

It was I who accompanied the angel of death on his quest to bring down those who were first and elevate those who were last# #I am Neves#

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"So why show yourself now? Why come back to visit my brother's grave?" Jeremy sighed softly, his tone unusually calm. "I knew it. I knew this whole thing was a trap. "But a few days ago, I was diagnosed with cancer. I don't have long left anyway. At this point, death doesn't scare me anymore. "I just thought... before I die, seeing Jason one more time would make it worthwhile." He paused, then looked up at me. "By the way, what exactly were Jason's final words before he jumped?" There was genuine curiosity mixed into his voice. Clearly, that was one of the reasons he had come.

The shockwave blew out the remaining windows of the fortress, sending shards of glass flying like diamonds in the dark. ​We were locked in a stalemate, our blades hissing as the energies fought to consume each other. ​"Look at yourself," she hissed, her face inches from mine. "You're bleeding. You're trembling. You're human. I am the First Life. I am the pure extraction. I don't need a Shield. I don't need a Doctor. I am the End." ​"You're a tool," I spat, blood bubbling at the corner of my mouth. "Silas made you to be a battery. He made me to be a person."

He looked at me a little concerned. "I'm not leaving unless you come with me," I told him and squeezed his hand. He smiled back at me. "I don't know if you remember what happened the first time I visited your home and what I am, um, I'm Death and I'm immortal," I stated firmly and watched an array of emotions cross his eyes. "What does that even mean, you kill people and cannot die," he asked incredulously. I bit my lip and sighed.

My vision glowed, my reflection burning back at me in glass somewhere, eyes lit with a wolf-light I couldn’t deny. “Lessie,” Ethan’s voice pleaded desperately. My lips parted. My voice was barely a whisper, carried on the edge of a breath. “Death… is coming.” And then, darkness claimed me.

Then he speaks, and he speaks in Italian, and his voice is low and unhurried and dangerous in its informality. "La tua prosa è il primo linguaggio onesto che ho sentito in questa casa da quando mio fratello è morto." Your prose is the first honest language I have heard in this house since my brother died. I hear the sentence for what it is. Not a compliment. A confession. The captor admitting that the captive is the one who sees him, that her competence, the currency she believed could not be revoked, has become the thing that undoes him. The power ledger in this house has just shifted, and both of us know it, and neither of us moves.