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She came back with a knife and a glass like container. "Please fill your blood in here, my King." She requested as she gave the things to him. Ares took the knife from her hand and in one slash, he cut his palm open making the deep red blood which was almost black in colour flow down into the container. He didn't let out a single hiss nor his eyes reflected any sign of pain. It was not even a pain for him in the first place. For him, it was nothing but a child play. He has been through worse, messy and bloodied war and it was nothing in front of what he went through.

He jerks, a pained cry escaping his lips before he stumbles forward off the stairs and falls face first at my feet, right on top of the knife he’d just been holding to my throat. I look up at the stairs. A man dressed in black, his face shielded by a hood, is holding a sword that looks like it’s made of night. The blade is black–the sucking, depthless kind of black I’ve never been able to recreate in my paintings, and the handle is woven with gems of deep blue and purple. The blade is coated with the Magpie’s blood as the man takes another step down into the cellar, then another, then he stops.

The knife flashes across my face, he grabs a chunk of my hair, baring my neck. “Let me go!” I scream with tears raining from my eyes.

Viso eyed the fruit basket in front of him with hungry eyes. Last night, He painted the ocean red with the blood of his enemy's dogs. But that was not the only Red He recalled from last night. His mind imprinted an image of another shade of Red.The girl with Cherry lips. Viso couldn't get her out of his mind and wondered who she was. He knew she watched him kill those dogs and she ran away from there in terror. This gave him a reason to catch her but that was not the only reason He wanted to catch her.

I picked up my sidearm. He shook his head and sighed, eyeing Drak then looked at us. “It’s fine, Drak. I’m just picking up my knife. I want to show you the color of my blood. If someone is created by black magic or infected by demons. The blood color is almost black. Okay? Let me show you.” “Slowly,” Ryden said. “While we’re here wasting time, Ren doesn’t have much to stay alive.” He showed us his knife and ran the blade against the skin on his arm.

This can't actually be real. But it is real. The blood that's spreading across the carpet is definitely real. The knife handle sticking up at this weird angle is real. Those empty eyes staring up at nothing are totally real.

Completely losing her rationality to think about right and wrong, Nina grabbed that knife with her shivering hands and attempted to pierce it inside her stomach but before the tip of that knife could even graze her skin, someone gripped the edge of that knife with his bare palm which resulted in that knife to get stained with that person's blood.

The long black blade katana reflects the light of the silver moon shone over the open window. A teenage girl in a dark thick cloak, face covered in a black metal mask, and obsidian eyes were ghastly gleaming while staring down at the body of the married couple bathed in their own blood. The fresh red bodily fluid was drastically spurting out on their throat and sliced body.

He immediately pulled out the dagger and roared with laughter, “You think this puny little dagger could kill me?” While coughing up blood, she spoke, “I didn’t just throw any ordinary dagger. Why don’t you look at the blade and see what’s different from any dagger?” He observed the dagger in his right hand. It was covered in a purple liquid that resembled poison. She laced the weapon with unknown poison. He’s never seen anything like it.

“It’s exactly what you think it is.” He chuckled and held his jacket open, showing the jangly letters and the picture of a chainsaw blade made to look like it was running him through from behind complete with garish red blood stains. “That it is,” he said with an impish smile, “We got a copy of that one in if you want it.”