Novel & Cerita Scythe Citra

“After both accomplishments, we now require your expertise to create a champion of our own.” The container in front of Curtis opened, releasing a smog of smoke that revealed a female silhouette. The hidden figure reached out its arm and summoned a dark silver Scythe. “Well done, Mr. Gates,” the scientist said. “You’ve helped us achieve the perfect clone to combat Tsunami Man with our very own Tsunami Woman.” The female’s eyes burned with purple energy as she uttered her first menacing words, “Soon all will be one with Echidna.”

It touched the white ground a mile away, and the impact felt like an earthquake. Scritch. Scritch. Scritch. The nib began to move across the horizon, drawing a line of jagged, black mountains that erupted out of the paper. It was rewriting the world in real time. It wasn't terraforming; it was drafting. "Maya! Over here!" The girl in the yellow raincoat appeared from behind the flat, cardboard taxi. She was holding a pair of giant, silver scissors. They were the size of swords, and they hummed with the same frequency as the silver dagger.

Then she called a towing company to tow her car to a mechanic workshop. She boarded a taxi to take her home. As they passed by an upbeat nightclub, she remembered the strong drink she needed. She went in. At first, she ordered two martinis and a hot shot of Sex On The Beach. She enjoyed several drinks and felt a little dizzy when she got up to dance to the song the DJ was playing. As she continued to dance, she peered to the bar. She saw a tall man standing by the bar drinking what looked like brandy. He had short hair, a heavy jaw, and large black eyes. Under his right eye, Sholay could see a pale scar that made him look dangerously wicked. He turned and looked at her directly and smirked.

She crumbled down to the floor, dead. Mariam screamed in horror and bent down to scoop Parvina in her arms, the tears flooded down her cheeks as she held Parvina's head close to her chest and she cried in pain. Saadiya fell to the floor on her knees, she looked at Parvina's face in shock and in horror, the tiny hole in the middle of her forehead pooled out blood. Her hands shook when she reached out to hold Parvina's hand. She didn't want to believe what just happened.

Tresicta came at her from the side scythe making contact with her cheek, but before she could just breeze past, she collided into her arm and she brought the powerful woman onto her back once again. Sapphire flipped back, almost taking the blade of her other scythe as it came out of the air. She couldn’t answer the questions of how things kept appearing when she heard it. Steel coming towards her and it went across her shoulder and so did another one over the other shoulder and beside both legs and she was bound.

“We just wanted to meet everyone and to offer you some protection.” “What do you mean?” I ask. “We found you quite easily.” Celeste’s voice is somewhat conciliatory, a half-hearted attempt at making amends. “Good to know,” Diego mutters. “How were you able to find us?” I ask. “Scrying. We were able to use Citra’s connection to you to find you,” Bella says. “How - “ Zak starts, but Celeste interrupts. Rolling her eyes, she says, “Citra is my blood. We used that connection. And the Riding Hoods will be able to use any type of physical debris that you left behind, like blood or hair, to do the same thing.”

[Amor’s POV] Nyx Scythe? Like the grim reaper’s scythe? “How do you know about the scythe?” Kaltain asked. “Do you really think all I had been doing in the past few years was play hide and seek with you and your lord? The magic that was used to bring night to this world wasn’t dark magic, even though it included living sacrifices. It was a curse. And Nyx Scythe is the only weapon gifted to the sorcizens by the god of death himself. That weapon can cut through and tear apart any curse…”

Ezekiel breathed out as he pulled the second fragment of the Sword of the Doombringer from the current owner. He pulled his sword and smiled at the level of destruction he had caused in this world. The Scythe of Death vibrated in his grip, but the power continued to flow smoothly as if Ezekiel's level of darkness was slowly catching up with the darkness that powered the Scythe.

“And welcome to Deathshade.” Call me crazy if you wanted, but there was something about the way he says Deathshade that didn't sound right with me. If I was being honest, It sounded more like a threat than anything else. “Thank you.” I croaked, my head hanging low in a bow. “And thank you for having me.” “I'll be leaving now.” He quipped immediately and without so much as a second glance, Sabrina and I watched him storm off in the other direction, but not without giving her a look that clearly spelt we need to talk .