Justice League Dark Apokolips War Death の小説・ストーリー

"A keystone…how convenient." "Just get on with it," snarled Arius, wanting Lucius to stop wasting his valuable time. He hated being in the angel's presence. It was one thing that could easily send him over the top of his sanity. "Let's review, shall we?" Lucius asked, a rather impish smile on his face. "One on one, no telling Jaida, and no barrier. I'll inform you now that once you accept, there's no turning back. If you agree to my terms, then one of us will die in seven days. If you win, I guess this war will most likely come to an end, and if I win…I'll destroy this planet, and next will be Desy. These are the consequences for this battle."

Justice, served. “Falcon, come here. Dismember them. Send their heads to our rivals. Blow up whatever property they have left. Burn their mansions and kill their families. I want them erased. Completely gone,” he ordered, adjusting the white sleeves now stained with blood. That was Dark—merciless, lethal. The remaining enemies tried to run, but Dark would not allow it. Who dared step into his world and flee? No chance. A bazooka blast took care of a few who tried to escape and Ace had that weapon in hand.

He looked into my eyes, and for a brief second, I saw the war fade—the love still burning beneath all the wreckage. “But we’re not playing defense anymore,” he said. “I’m going to take back control of my company—and end this war. For good.” --- Meanwhile – Unknown Location A dark room. Cigarette smoke curling in the air. A man sat behind a wide desk, fingers steepled beneath his chin. Leandro De Vela. Watching the news. He chuckled as Jace’s face flashed across the screen. “Time to finish what I started,” he said to the shadows.

The wind was becoming more unsteady, the entire imperial city was enveloped in darkness, and the wind whistle was piercing their keen hearing senses. "Dark magic is powerful." Justice murmured as he cast his attention toward the main event, which was still a ways off. He could hear growls, shouts, and shrill laughter at that precise location, where lightning was flashing nonstop. "You are aware that this is not going to be a typical fight." Still staring at the clouds, Angelo stated calmly. "There's no way I'm going to listen to you if you're telling me to leave this fight." Justice's claws stuck out, and he vigorously scraped the car as if trying to hold back the rage that the screams of th

Azrael replied angrily “Even if Azrael is tied up and there is no fight, you are still scary. I'm doing you a favor Azrael, I want you to see me in heaven together. Just wait, you won't end up there with the amount you killed. Some friends and members have also taken this life which is probably the judgment on you Deus Mortis. Look at yourself like you're a dog that's just barking” Jonathan smiled as he touched Akira's shoulder which made Azrael even angrier.

"Nonsense! He doesn't scare me. I can handle him" "Yes... but can you handle his army and him? He has captured thousands... thousands of supernaturals before. He can do it again. If he is not stopped now he will start a bloodbath that will only end with the war. Do you want to have it on your conscience? Knowing that you could have stopped a war? That you had the tools to stop but you didn't want to?" "Listen, child, I have seen many things in my life. Nothing can phase me. Will he start a war? Fine! Let him do that. What's in it for me?"

Jim was never someone religious, since he considered himself a skeptical person, but in his final moments, he raised a prayer for anyone who hears him saying "Please, I don't want to die." The last thing Jim saw before falling into deep darkness was a figure clad in shining armor of the whitest metal. "An angel," Jim whispered as he closed his eyes. ♦ ♦ ♦ After seeing the scene unfolding before his eyes, Zark's orders came quickly. "Eliminate the skeletons," he said. Those simple words coming from Zark were necessary to bring his companions into action. The speedy Nyos, possessing the highest initiative, made a quick run and with a single jump rose 9 meters into the air, drew his needle-like

It was all dark and cool in the Andromeda. Star light in the night sky shone brightly, sending life to all in Eptomaniac. The three year old wolf camp had just had the honor once again to have a change of rulership, at the death of the former Djhord- an Alpha named Lucian Kian, the Alpha wolf of light, as he was so named. Wolf howling in the distance resounded over the wide surrounding slopes, crowning the night ceremony as the newly made Djhord- Lothaire, an Alpha wolf was led to the grand palace, shouting, hooting and howling of various wolves followed him homewards.

-NIA’S POV “You can’t do that!” I exclaimed, experiencing their devastation. A swirling coil of dread tightened at the base of my spine. Conflict raged behind Lykoan’s gaze, and I physically felt its calefaction through our bond. My chest hurt at the intensity of it, extending for several long seconds. A dangerous, electrifying tension loitered over the terrace. “Look at them.” Lykoan retorted, flicking his head at the dismayed group. “They won't have the same loyalty to me when she dies. So my verdict goes to all of them, and anyone who opposes.”

His voice turned slightly upset. Zorious’ eyes darkened, not liking where this conversation was heading. "Zoren is dead," he said firmly, not even liking the sound of it. He still couldn’t accept that his brother was killed by mere humans—not when he really looked up to his brother, and not when their father died waiting for him to come home. Clark couldn’t believe what he had just heard. Zoren is dead? But Zoren was smart. He was good at security and strategy like Daxton. He was skilled at designing weapons and fighting on the battlefield. How could he have died earlier than him?