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“I heard you are pregnant? One month? Two? It’s not visible yet so I wonder. I suggest you should just kill that child. Its father is dead, after all. You can bear mine instead.” I couldn’t contain my anger anymore. How dare he tell me to kill my child! How dare he! He should die today. His blood should spill in my hands. There is no forgiving for someone as evil as him. I flew towards him. The blade of my sword collided against his. Using my other hand, I gave him a heavy blow in his chest. He took a step backward and smirked as if it didn’t affect him even a bit. Another sword formed in his hand, now he’s holding two—both have miasma of evil.

Lying in the pool of her blood, the mother gave me a look that convenes so much, a look that makes my heartache. Carefully dropping the baby, I give it my best practiced stern look, “stay here, don't move closer to her.” Running back, I take up my bag of Goodies, thankfully I got enough Ude to last for Many Izu Ukas. Kneeling beside her, I crunched to check where the blood was seeping from. She had a large cut on her stomach, a cut that looks suspiciously like a hunter's Nkwaoru * it's a weapon that has a sharp edge with a wooden handle.

The Badblood pushed and sends Sisi staggering backwards. Sisi was annoyed. They can't even wound the Badblood. She's too fast plus the multiple arms. She advanced again and rolled. There an open opportunity. Her side was open so Sisi sliced it. The Badblood bellowed in rage. She dropped her swords and punched Sisi in the chest. Sisi flew and landed in the distance. She grunts in pain. Her lungs shutdown. She gasped for air and groaned. Her throat hurts. She passed out.

Blood and gore flooded out as I went into full panic mode. Scooting backwards on my bottom I was a gibbering wreck. The mangled corpse of the leather-faced Paulie now had a horrendously meaty smell mixing in with the sweat and whisky as blood oozed out of his broken neck. The amount of blood sent me spiralling back to that night when I took a knife to Luna Grace's bedroom.

she whispered, her voice filled with both fear and love. "I can't ask you to go through with this. We'll find another way, I promise." But Adrien gently shook his head, his gaze rigid. He retrieved a pocket knife from his pocket, its glint reflecting his unwavering determination. With a steady hand, he pressed the blade against his palm, allowing a shallow cut to form. Droplets of crimson blood welled up, cascading down his palm, poised to merge with Lisa's injured flesh.

She swiftly snapped her eyes to the front while blinking away her welled up tears and concentrating on the main subject there. The floor beneath Victor was a pool of blood and considering the amount of blood that has oozed out and oozing out he surely will die soon because of the excessive bleeding. The blood was flowing towards them on the floor and Grusha’s eyes followed the blood path only to notice something shining through the blood. Grusha squinted her eyes to look at it more clearly as her feet were already bringing her closer to the spot. When her feet stepped on the blood the blood overflowed the shining object making it cover completely in blood. Grusha crouched down in front of th

Rome screeches, looking around. Laney's blood turns black, all of it slowly lifting from the cool marble before Laney’s body floats up. Her head dropped back, her red hair flowing behind her. Her blood floats in front of her, then with a sick hissing sound, it shoots into where the hilt of the knife is embedded in her and a black web explodes out.

The blood knives splattered against the barrier, sizzling like acid as they melted away, but the relentless assault began to wear it down. The protective barrier shattered with a deafening crack, and the blood knives slammed into Nina’s arm. She gasped as the acidic blood splattered, searing her skin with a sizzle. Her clothes disintegrated in patches where the blood touched, revealing raw, bubbling flesh beneath. Nina clutched her arm, her teeth gritted against a scream. But the pain was excruciating, like fire and acid tearing through her veins. Her breathing grew labored, her vision swimming as the greenish rot began to spread.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

There were trophies and certificates that were put inside a picture frame that occupied the spaces of each wooden platform. I thought he was going to get something from it, and likewise I did also thought that it was where he were going to go, but I was wrong. He did not head there for the cupboard, but for the mini library that stood just beside it. Upon arriving after a few slides of his feet, he picked a specific thick book and got something from it. It was the butcher knife. The bloody sanguine and old-looking butcher knife. It was exactly the same from all the other butcher knife we had found as clues from the past murder cases. There was a red ribbon tied tightly across the wooden hand