Esdeath X Tatsumi Novels & Stories

A massive, towering presence looming over my shoulder. I glance back. A cloaked figure, three meters tall, floating in the void. In its skeletal hand, it holds a massive scythe that drips with phantom blood. The God of Death. The robotic voice returns. [AWAKENING CONFIRMED. SUBJECT: REA REED. RESULT: 100% PURITY. ENTITY IDENTIFIED: THANATOS (THE GOD OF DEATH). ALIGNMENT: CHAOTIC EVIL.] The numbers flash on the screen in blood-red. One hundred percent. The legendary Single Bloodline.

" She smirked. Vivian looked at it with surprise. Her eyes were about to pop out. In cursive, old calligraphy, it read ×××××××××××××××××××××××××× 《E T H A N E V A G A N Z A 》:《29》 《T O K Y O: J A P A N》 《C A U S E O F D E A T H 》 ○ WINTER ANGEL OF DEATH ○ ××××××××××××××××××××××××××

I’ll be coming for him tomorrow Jason can have another day off. As we are wiping down the mat I notice a group of men deep in discussion still hanging about, scars trail up their arms to their shirt sleeves. A handful even have them on their faces. They must be Blood Moon pack warriors. No one else has warriors that tall, large, and ruthless. Dad clears his throat and I get back to our task at hand and help him carry the mat inside. Once put away we head home. I wave goodbye to Hudson and Bailey and walk with dad.

◤━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━◥ A P L A Y E R H A S B E E N E L I M I N A T E D ───※ · Student No. 8 - Olivia Carolyne · ※─── ⌧ Team : The Amethyst Serpents ⌧ Role : The Swordsman ⌧ House Represented : Wanderlusters ⌧ Death Location : Pit of Screams ⌧ Death Time & Day : 3:33 P.M, 3rd Day ◣━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━◢

The angels are your faithful servant and warriors; they all are once created by you. ---- ‘’Everyone in the world forgot about the past. Everyone in here is cursed with the disease called amnesia, and that includes you Zaru. There is something wrong in this world…In the DEOS.’’ DEOS XI-END

"Tatsumi of the Grand Lineage, for the crime of mass murder, I sentence you to death!" "Storm, please!" Tatsumi’s raw voice cried out, cutting through the sudden silence of the square. "I didn't do it! Look at me! Storm!" But Storm didn't look. He braced his weight, tightening his grip on the hilt of the sword, preparing to bring it down across her delicate neck.

"Shall I clean this place up, Alpha Ryu?" "There's no essence in you cleaning this place up if you can't come back in. You can see dear Timothy lying cold on the ground. This is the fourth time he entered my chambers, and this is also the last time, if I must say. Your luck determines how long you'll stay as my personal assistant," he retired back to his chair, patting Timothy's head as he settled. "What if I decided not to be your personal assistant?". "Death is inevitable." A cold, icy look appeared on his face, making me stagger backwards till I couldn't move any more.

The glow in those eyes were growing brighter, and Annabel had this uncomfortable thought somewhere in her mind that if the sculpture got too angry, it could explode, killing her. “No.” Her voice was weaker this time. Still, she could not bring herself to killing a man that had done nothing to him. You just have to think it. What? Think it. Wish him dead. Make it happen. The voice snaked all the way into her mind, caressing it. Slowly, she was getting overpowered by whatever it was the statue was doing to her. She could not fight something that could speak in her mind, something that could, perhaps, control her mind.

There’s a scuffle, followed by muffled voices before his video call cuts off and I laugh at the scene I can’t witness. “I can’t believe you snuck off to call her and left me there! What kind of nīsan are you? Hello Atlas!” “Hello! Did you kill him?” “Imadani.” I laugh at his attempt at a serious tone, as I hear Yuzuki groan in the background. “You little... tawagoto...” <... shit...> “Ignore him. Atlas-Chan wa dōdatta?”

The dark circle over his chest is black bordered by the surrounding blood with the star in its middle with 6 corners. 'OH noooo I don't know by the hands of my father but surely I will die at the hands of the Villain of the game itself as no one is alive who ever saw his tattoo!!!' 4 seconds left'FUKKKKKKEEEYOU GAMMEE~' Closing his own eyes pulled Daisuke by his neck placing his own warm lips upon the cold once. 'Please, at least I don't want to die at the hands of the character I made myself'