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So I left it, settling on exploring my new home instead. Today I found myself in a cosy study, still a considerably large room, but smaller than most that I had come across. It reminded me of Lilith’s living room, dark red wood seemed to domineer the room in here. A large inglenook fireplace flanked by a large suit of armour on each side. Over the mantel was a battered shield that had seen better days and two swords, mostly likely longer that I was, crossed at the back of it. A coat of arms could be made out under the battered metal, to me in looked like a half goat half man creature, holding a large raven in one hand and a snake in the other. I assumed it must belong to the Caine family.

She really shouldn’t let him get to her, but in that way, he reminded her of Cadon, always clawing right beneath the surface of her skin. Wearing the scandium skin, as Emma had taken to calling it, under his uniform, Zane looked a little more stealthy than usual. He had a face shield that he would put on, too, once they arrived. Emma had done plenty of testing to make sure that the materials were what they needed to be to fight the new bullets.

Sky He pauses mid-step, turning back toward me with slowness, his cane clutched tightly in his hand. My breath catches as he raises the cane to my neck. The cold tip presses against my skin, sharp and unyielding, making me flinch. Then, with a simple flick of his finger on a hidden button, a blade extends from the end of the cane. The tip now rests against my throat, its edge sharp enough to slice with the slightest pressure.

"Lucifer will kill her, please don't bring him here." Isis' eyes went white as she tried to use her powers to stop Skully from opening a portal for Lucifer. Zander tried to attack him, but the force field around him sent Zander slamming into the wall. "Hecate forged this scythe herself, and the ruby is a blessed stone from the fairy realm. It will take more than that to stop me, demon wolf," Skully cackled. He waved the stick, cutting a straight line down the middle of the air, and a door formed.

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.

Death's scythe became enshrouded in smoke. [Die!] He yelled, swinging his scythe with such strength that the air itself seemed to rip open. A large chunk of the pursuing force was cut in half by the invisible part of the attack. While those who had avoided it got covered in the black smoke. The demons that survived soon fell to the ground, suffocating. The sight held the enemy back.

This immediately caused Anberine to flinch sharply to Skye’s dismay. “I know it hurts but try to relax okay” Skye assured Anberine who still didn’t talk, once he cleaned the blood off of her face. Skye immediately frowned at the scratch marks now residing in their place. “That darned woman!” Skye resisted to snap as he took his bag off his shoulder and took out the scar removal potion. Biting his lip Skye placed a drop of the purple vial and a drop of the scar removal potion onto the towel and lightly dabbed it on the infected areas.

“No! Angels don't exist, and if they did, they wouldn't abduct innocent girls and murder them with scythes they've got the hots for.” I sensed him smirk beneath the shadows of his cloak. Taking one last glance at his scythe, he snapped it up and swung the blade in a vicious arc. “Watch your neck, love!” he declared, scythe flying towards me. I ducked. He swiveled the blade so it swooped after me, like a hawk diving after its prey. I crashed to my knees, shielding my face from the oncoming blow. The cold metal sung as it sliced through the air, a heartbeat from my flesh-

This fixed scenario every time he visits is straining for his eyes. The butler opened the car door for them and his sister handed over the car key. The outside of the house is lively and bright, but entering the house is suffocating. A lot of eyes are watching as if with one wrong move then someone will shoot you. He doesn't doubt the security of the house but sometimes felt more disturbed about it. This austere and sultry atmosphere felt like you were a hostage and it’s concerning for Bram. This house reflects the man inside of it.

Number 50 was the rude stranger from before his weapon was the most breathtaking of all. Its stats were as follows:- Name: "Soulcutter" ‎Appearance: A dark, curved scythe with an ebony wood staff (6 ft long). Intricate silver etchings (like skeletal vines) crawl along the edge. At the base, a crimson gem glows faintly – said to pulse with every soul "harvested". ‎Stats: ‎- Damage: High melee + possible "soul drain" effect ‎- Range: Long sweep (hits multiple foes)