Grimm Blutbad の小説・ストーリー

I instantly take a step back. Air whistles through his vents, and blood rushes from his neck as he lets out a sharp whine. He staggers and raises his hand to Ion Corvin. A jolt knocks him down, and he lies on the floor, blood gushing from the large, jagged wound on his neck. I spit out the disgusting meat in my mouth, trying to shrug off the horrid taste. Ion Corvin's face contorts, and he looks like a rabid animal. He snarls at me. "You'll pay for that."

"You hurt my daughter. You invaded my territory. And now... you stand in my path." Grimm laughed, a sound like grinding rocks. "You dare speak to me like that, human? I am Grimm! I have ruled the darkness for a thousand years! You are nothing but a speck of dust!" "Big words for someone about to die," I smirked. I fired instantly! Three bullets shot out like lightning, aimed at his heart and head! But Grimm didn't even flinch. He raised his massive dark sword and swung it horizontally! He sliced my bullets out of mid-air like they were made of paper!

It’s time to end the fun. I walked towards the sleeping Antonio, slapped him hard, waking him from slumber. “W-what?” He stammered. Without saying a word I started to skin Antonio alive which was a lot more fun than I expected it to be. Him, not passing out was a bonus since I love to hear his scream of suffering and his cries of pain. But before I could peel off the last of his skin he peacefully let go of his life. Which is sad in context not that I could feel anything for him. I then chopped him into small pieces for them to be able to fit in the grinding machine, just leaving his blood-covered skin on the table. And his head.

Even his feet seemed like someone cut them apart. Her eyes were no longer asking to see anything. The scenes horrified her soul. Anna started panicking when she heard a noise coming from behind the door. A black cat came out from there, and under the soles of those fellows, he made a cross sign using their own blood. She couldn't even utter a word, as if someone stole her voice away. Tears were flowing from her eyes like heavy rainfall. She silently watched everything, how the cat used his sharp claws to peel their skin off, and they had no power to scream.

He landed on the monster’s shoulder and stabbed Grim in one eye. "Rrrraaagggh!" Grim yelled out in pain. The monster lost balance and fell over into the lake. The water engulfed it, and Adrian stabbed it a few more times. The monster's green blood flowed out of its wounds and it struggled. Adrian gave it no time to catch its breath.

The sudden gut-strike folded him. Free, Antonio ramped blows without missing any strike, until Grinch crashed to the wall. “Stop it already” Grinch rasped, more of a pleading tone, not wanting to retaliate the unprovoked attack. “Not until every backstabber is out of my path”. Blade's expression turned grimmer, as he delivered a fatal kick on Grinch's chest. The room and everything swirled like smoke around Grinch, and he fell on his rare, spitting blood.

“God, this guy is disgusting- oh, great. There's the BLT. All over the cushions...” The door of doom opened as I emptied the contents of my gut. The Grim Reaper sprang from the portal, a horrific phantasm with blood-red eyes. He was nothing but shadow and bone, cobbled of skeletal skin. He put the Watcher in a death-lock and jerked his head viciously. Samael drove his foot into Jakkon's crotch and wrenched backwards, splitting his abdomen in half. Noor's head fell to the ground.

Our first battle Grim had black mist swirling around him and my clenched fists made a crackling noise as my powers increased. I thought of wanting him back to his normal self and lifted my closed hands in his direction. I opened them both with my intentions clear and saw Grim bathed in my golden light. His red eyes turned to my direction and he shook his head. I felt icy fingers claw at my internal organs and blasted myself. I fell and looked at Grim. He was fighting as his normal self was blinking back and forth from the terrifying abyss. I got back to my feet and stood.

“Of all the people I expected to see in the middle of the apocalypse, you were… actually pretty high on the list. Not gonna lie.” His smile widened sharply and ugly. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” “Don’t,” I shot back immediately. “It’s not.” Grimlow’s eyes flicked over me then to Ashley, Lucius and finally Martha, like he was assessing value, calculating something in that twisted little brain of his. “What you’re witnessing,” he said, his voice almost proud now, “is my masterpiece. My creation. My genius finally realized.” I let out a short laugh, shaking my head.