Novel & Cerita Reaper Demon

They were fighting each other, along with the vampires under their command. Taking a deep breath, Dabria walked a little deeper into the forest. She stopped a few miles away from the sirens' territory. Dabria closed her eyes and tried to call on Adrian the same way she always called Eve. Practically, they both were reapers. While Eve was a white reaper, Adrian was a demon. Dabria opened one of her eyes and looked around. An annoyed look appeared on her face as she found herself standing all alone in the middle of the forest. "So much for getting help from him." She groaned in annoyance, looking around.

No killswitch. "Yes," I said. Reaper closed his eyes and went in.

The only thing that could stop the war was the defeat of Reaplake or the total annihilation of Loveland. King Rage (The King of Loveland) needed help and he needed it fast. His life and everything he had was at stake. One starless night, while pondering on the troubles that entrapped him, king Rage received an unexpected visitor. It was Samson- the reclusive scholar from the North and he had a solution. He told the king about an ancient ritual he discovered that could summon a demon from the 4th dimension. The demon called Reptiles king- was a snake demon that could defeat the powerful blood mages of Reaplake and end the war quickly.

But to try to consume a grim reaper, this was never mentioned in a book! Demons naturally have born hostility against Grim Reapers. They won't try to eat grim reapers as grim reapers were neither dead nor alive. For them, reaping apart the grim reaper's soul or injuring it to the core was their way of killing a grim reaper. Grim reapers' souls were different and could not be served as nourishment for demons. Unless it was manipulated by a means that could make it possible. "Be careful everyone! Don't let it catch you! This territorial demon would try to eat us. I have a feeling this thing could consume us."

"Well, it said they're very rare. And that they can only be killed by another death demon." Death demons were the fucking apocalypse, killing everything in their wake. Before the realm fell, death demons went to war among themselves. Some believe it was their war that killed the demon world. Thankfully, few remained. "All true. The legends of the Grim Reaper originated from death demons. In the old times they would perform mass reaping's and their main weapon is a scythe." She visibly shuddered. If that bothered her then what did she think of him? At least death demons had some sort of purpose. He killed for the pure enjoyment of it.

He was now as clean as he could get. Reap System: Branding ability returned and usable. Current knowledge that has resurfaced is protected now. Displaying current status. Status: Ren Nebunie Race: Traveling Reaper Realm: Realization Realm Rank: Four Occupation: Apothecary Rank Silver, Elixerist Rank Gold, Inscriptionist Rank Silver Manual: Vampiric Devil Mastered, Fan Arts Mastered, Sword Arts Mastered, Claw Arts Mastered, Bow Arts Mastered, String Arts Mastered

“That’s not the deal.” The demon glanced at him lazily. “I know.” “Then stick to it.” Darren warned. The demon sighed. “Fine.” Then he looked back at me. “Your job is simple.” I waited. “You return to Reece.” Darren continued. “You act like nothing happened. And when the time is right…” His eyes hardened. “…you poison him.” I laughed loudly and both of them frowned. “You two are even dumber than I thought.” Darren’s voice turned cold. “Careful.”

The reapers extended its finger apart with its plam facing the floor. In less than a minut, several jagged pillars ruby quarts sported infront of us. “Red, what are you doing?,” Daryl asked Adrian. “That wasn’t me,” “Up here Baldy,” The reaper smiled. “And that’s not all,” The android took his other hand, surging it with xenon energy similar to Daryl, and slashed a crescent shape wave destroying part of the pillars. “That reaper has our power,” Rick said. “Bingo Primal,”

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 grabbed Demetri under the arms, hauling him backward. Demetri fought him, teeth gritted, blood soaking through his bandage. “Let me go—” he rasped. “You’re dying,” Torres snapped. “Shut up and move.” Reaper watched all of it with calm, clinical interest — like he was observing a chessboard, not a battlefield. He didn’t raise a weapon. He didn’t give orders. He didn’t need to. His men moved like they were wired to his pulse. I dragged Maya through the doorway as another burst of gunfire hit the ground where she’d been standing seconds before.