Esdeath X Tatsumi Novels & Stories

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

"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.

‘’No savior will come here to save me, so I will be my own savior. DEOS IX-END

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.

I answered curtly. "Brilliant." He grinned grimly, showcasing his rows of sharp teeth. Dazzlingly white and pointed. The blank piece of paper that sat on top of the briefcase began to bleed with words and formed sentences. "I, Death, agree to grant Reniella De Vega a single wish if she successfully collects the soul of Deshawn Cervantes within the time period," he read out from memory. Then, he fished a ballpoint pen from the inside of his suit jacket and placed it next to the paper.

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?”

Amy said as she got up. She extended her hand, and Jane handed her the tablet again. She stared at the picture of Mr. J again and touched it gently. “His death is approaching nearer..."

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."

Mort said sweetly as he hugged her fragile body which start shaking uncontrollably. "I love you," Mort added sincerely. Sumire buried her face in his chest. A great sob escaped her and she hugged him back, soaking her tears on his fitted shirt. "Do Klauss and the others know this too?" The maiden mumbled between her sobs and hiccups. "No. Just me, Narco, and Chadwick." Mort replied and raise her chin. He cupped her face and gently wipe her tears using his thumb. "But how did you know Death was my favorite artist?" Sumire asked, pouting like a kid, wondering why Death wasn't coming out. Now, she was thinking that this was part of a surprise from Mort. To introduce her to "Death".