Novel & Cerita Grim Reaper Demon

His cold eyes, grinning lips, his presence screamed nothing but death. The demon growled. I scanned the place and all I see was thick smoke and it was stopping me. “Are you really going to do this the hard way?” A female reaper appeared beside him. “Why don’t you just let a sealer do her job?” She shook her head. They didn’t look like they could see me. “Mind your business.” He clicked his tongue and ran rapidly toward the demon. He leaped high and swung his scythe onward from behind slicing the demon vertically into half. He landed on his feet. He put his scythe over his shoulder, turned around, and walked away. The female reaper shrugged and followed him.

“He was a lousy match, anyways. Tall, dark and dangerous is more your style. Say, how about I set you up with one of my friends-” “I'll pass.” “Your loss. Demons are masters of sin, especially when it's between the bedsheets-” “I'll pass.” “Right. Well, I'm starving, and you didn't touch Damien's food. How about we split a pizza? Reaping always makes me hungry.” “You're paying, Corpseboy.”

“Are you sure he is not watching us right now?” “He is not,” I said, although it felt wrong somehow to be so sure about it. Because, what if he was watching us? Demian could be anywhere. He could walk alongside you without you knowing anything about it. You could not hear him. Demian walked silently. Sometimes it was like he did not even breathe. It was creepy, but also admirable. He was like a ghost. That was why he was called the Grim Reaper. You could not hear the grim reaper. The grim reaper left death in his awake, just like Demian did. Demian killed and stalked and killed. That was his job. And he did that very well. “We should not meet so often,” Rose said. “I don’t trust Demian. He i

The mysterious being slowly turned towards me and with a sarcastic smirk he replied, "I am a shell of the God I once was, my dear Gia. I have had many names, Hel, La Muerte, Shinigami, Psychopomp, and Thanatos. Many in North America know me as the Grim Reaper or just plain Death for short. In this moment, and under this demon’s rule, I am Thanatos. I could not help but notice your struggle to escape from these chains,” he said with a terrifying smile that exposed his sharp teeth to me. He then reached his boney, pale, and long hand to me as a gesture of courtesy. “I mean you no disrespect, but I don’t want to die just yet,” I said while staring at his hand. Thanatos' eyes seemed to sharpen a

He added. "Does that mean you are a Tribrid??" I asked. "No, I'm not part Demon, I only have Demon blood," he replied and I nodded, but that still had to make him something like a Werewolf-Vampire Hybrid with Demon blood. "I'm a Reaper."

girl:- don't tell me you are going be soldiers and die for your country. demon:- no I have a plan for grand death, what you ask for, from this shrine. girl:- I ask, it's embracing, it's your happiness, and I am a rider so my protection from accidents and It's working for me, do you feel light when your father died, or did you cry for him? demon:- I was sad and cried hard, because after all this I can never be free, from suffering, I am confused, one part wants to die, the other part wants to give me another chance, and the other is so scared to live and he finds no meaning in living.

It was concentrated, aware, almost like a living, disembodied force. Cutter knew this sensation having experienced it once before when he’d been stalked by a full-fledged demon. Though Reapers were offspring of demons and humans, they were not as powerful as their forefathers. Where a Reaper might escape when engaged by a Keeper, seldom could one battle against the powers wielded by Keepers successfully enough to overcome the assault. A demon, on the other hand, could easily destroy Keepers by the dozen with little to no effort. Memories of his own situation sent shivers down his spine. If it hadn’t been for the help of an Arch, he likely wouldn’t have survived the plans designed to destroy

"Not if I reap them first, this world is mine, demon! And you soon will bow to me." *Fear the Reaper, for I am he. I am justice and rebirth; I am the end.

Death conjured his scythe and started following the trail of bodies he was sure would lead him to Oliver. Oliver and two female grim were back-to-back. Oliver was holding a spear, summoning walls to stop any attacks. One of the female grim with short red hair was panting, clearly mana depleted. The other had short brown hair that was covered in blood. She was holding two curved swords and clearly shaking from blood loss. Oliver noticed Death and covered his team in a stone dome that he started to move. The demons were swarming around on the ground and air. The aerial ones tried firing a mix of lightning and fire at Death. He negated their magic with every swing of his scythe, causing them to

His shadow crept over me and I shut my eyes. "Don't be nice to me," I rasped. "Be evil. Give me a reason strong enough to keep hating you." I felt his hands caressing my face. He tucked a stray of my hair behind my ears and raised my chin up. I kept my eyes shut. A tiny voice in my head was screaming at me. No. Don't look at him. Don't look into those crimson red eyes. He's a devil. He'll burn your soul. Remember what he's done. He's the Grim reaper. He stole the lives of your family as well as countless innocent lives.