Kilik Soul Eater 소설 & 이야기

Leo crashed to the floor, his technopath light sputtering and dying as he clutched his badly burned arm. The toxic blue smoke moved like a living predator, wrapping around Killian's massive body. The synthetic silver dust entered his bloodstream, targeting his inner beast. Killian felt his alpha strength draining away instantly. His muscles turned to water, and his legs buckled, sending his massive frame crashing heavily onto the cold concrete floor.

Kyra pushed her watch against her wrist and scrutinized the thing in front of them. Kyra said, "Soul Eater." "Does this creature consume its victim's soul? "Cael asked. Kyra swung her dual-bladed dagger at the soul eater, who dodged her assault with ease. The creature dashed towards Damon, flailing its long claws. Damon gasped in pain as the creature's claws struck his back. "Aahhhhhh! "Damon screamed. Damon's hands emitted a more excellent fire than previously. Cael swung his boomerang dagger towards the soul eater's body, which slammed into him.

HIS MIGHT TEARETH THE FOREST AND CRUSHETH THE CITIES, hear THEN HIS VOICE IN THE DARKNESS, ANSWER HIS CALL WITH THINE WHOLE HEART, OPEN YE HEARTS TO BE MADE OVER INTO HIS IMAGE, THE YELLOW KING OF YELLOW SKIES . I thought afterward it was just because I was dreaming, but occasionally his words became garbled, voice grating with guttural consonants that didn’t sound English . . . or even human, at all. And the flies. Buzzing and humming beneath McIlvian’s chant, a droning undertone that seemed to rise and fall in cadence with his voice. The curious thing? The flies were yellow. They weren’t bees or hornets or yellow jackets. Their buzz was heavier, throatier sounding. No, this high-pitched bu

“We were attacked and somehow you got separated from us. You were attacked by one of the Shtrigas and passed out, right when I found you. It will take some time for you to feel 100% again, so you will have to take it easy and rest.” I nodded my head and looked down at my folded hands. “What are Shtrigas?” “In layman terms, a soul eater. They feed on people's souls and if you are ever lucky to get away from one it takes a bit to recover.” “Are we in Daemonium?” I ask with some hesitancy and he nods. I look out through the balcony doors and see an orangish purplish sky behind some mountains. “How long have I been out for?”

“Understanding.” As it stands, we are now aware that Killian is possessed by an ancient entity called “Malthus,” and although I have suspected before now that he was possessed by something, I never knew it would be this deep. It stated clearly in the journal that this entity would continue eating at its victim’s soul, leaving a trail of dominance while at it, until it completely takes over the person. The person would just be a hollow piece of body, and in it, Malthus would fill the space. If that isn’t scary, I have no idea what it is.

Nate abruptly stopped reading, massaging his temples thinking that he was too mature to believe in such ridiculous tales; nevertheless he continued, hoping to find answers that could help shed some light on things he himself could not explain clearly. “It was said that all souls were set free to roam the earth on this holy night of the dead, returning to their eternal resting place at the crack of dawn, but a soul with a vengeance, a link or a chain bounding them to the land of the living may never find its way back into the gates of the afterlife…. Now what the hell does that mean? Are they saying a bunch of dead people usually wakes up on Peter Pak but if they have unfinished business they

Natawa naman si Hellios at nagtuloy na kami sa paglilinis. end of flashback... Who am I? I am Kiyoshi. I am Crimson. I am a Manslayer. I am who I want me to be. I am a person with a random character. It depends on how I want to play my game. Yes, a game that only I understand. A game that is played by us, The Death Legion. We are founded by the Director. We play to satisfy. We play to entertain. We play our own game with no rules and there is only one winner. The Annihilators themselves.

Feeling that familiar iciness in the air surrounding them, the hairs on her body stood instantly. "Let's start with the basics, what is your name?" "Nicholas." What an ordinary name. So ghosts do have one. "You said something about being half dead and second chances, what does that mean?" "Recovering my memories gives me access to my body and its location." Oh, so he doesn't know where his body is. Poor ghost. "But, why me?" "I told you. Soulmate." All strength left her. Conversations with this ghost led nowhere.