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“I shall now take your very life.” Swaying the scythe fast and quickly as she could not do anything, but watch her demise unfold unto her eyes. Her soul is snatched away from her body as it glows into the prominent white and where she holds it in her hand while giggling and loving every dread and beat of her accomplishment.

He’s confident, skilled in his craft and wicked with war scythe. Zane uses a war scythe to harvest the souls to bring back to Death. It’s where the whole concept of the grim reaper's image comes from in the human world. It’s because they took the idea from Zane’s coven. Of course, at the time, they didn’t know. They thought it was all made-up shit in stories. Zane’s war scythe is a badass. The top part of the blade has jimppings as the blade curves toward where it meets the staff; it has black bone-like fragments sticking from it. On the bottom of the staff, there is a badass-looking skull.

I wipe off blood from my nose and snap it back in place “Last chance, tell me where to find that bastard and you might be alive to rebuild” “Don't underestimate me just because you were able to land an attack on me” blood drips from her face and she slowly walks to me Death Scythe emerges from my shadow and floats beside me before I grip it firmly and run to her. I perform a front thrust, pushing Death Scythe to her face but Madame Abigail steps to the side and i turn it over making the blade curl behind her and then pull it back fast

Tyler uses his telepathy with Kyra. “Grim reaper.” The grim reaper turned, and everyone looked at Tyler. “Why?” Tyler asked. “Nothing.” Said Cael. They wondered why the grim reaper turned to Tyler, even though Tyler couldn’t see it. A grim reaper raised its scythe and, like a magnet, absorbed the ghost. The ghost fights hard so it will not be drunk by the invisible force. A grim reaper moved its scythe again and dropped its tip to the floor, making a strange sound. The ghost did nothing, so the scythe completely sucked it, and the grim reaper waved its hand, and the portal opened.

The cold metal sung as it sliced through the air, a heartbeat from my flesh- “There,” he said softly. I felt the blade kiss my skin, light as a feather, and then its touch disappeared. Reeling, I opened my eyes and gazed up at him in terror. The scythe was gone. His chthonic laughter shook the ground like disembodied thunder. I collapsed to my hands and knees. “This isn't funny at all,” I sobbed. Tears burned my eyes. I wiped snot from my nose. “You're heartless and sadistic.”

Derek pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why do you think like this?” Lewis looked offended. “Because you are Derek Stygian,” he said without missing a beat. Paulo carefully examined the package. It had no address, and no sender's name. It just had Derek Stygian written on it. Derek’s expression grew colder. “Open it.” Lewis nearly jumped. “What?” Derek looked at him. “I wasn’t talking to you.” Lewis sat back down quickly. Paulo hesitated briefly. Then carefully, he opened the box. The room grew silent as he opened it. Raine moved closer. Lewis remained far away.

Aleister wondered out loud, clearly impressed by the witch's armory. Ruby pressed a certain button on the wall and the shelf lined with knives separated like a sliding door presenting a variety of scythes. There was a scythe entirely made out of fishbone, there was an ill-proportioned one with a heart-shaped ruby and thorns, he saw another scythe where the blade is completely made out of ice making him wonder how it hadn't melted yet, one impressive scythe had a golden handle styled as a dragon and from its mouth protrudes a crimson metal. The weapon bore great power and he can feel it merely by looking at its blade. Aleister then noticed a black scythe that made shivers run up his spine. Th

It was looking for an opportunity to stop Adrian and Rozi's joint attack. The black scythe emanated with an air of death. It felt even colder than the air around them. A faint black aura could be seen around the scythe, seemingly made out of a singular soul locked within. The soul shrieked and wailed in pain. The scythe thirsted for human life, and it would lock the soul it reaped within itself for an eternity of suffering.

Except for one. One of the grim reapers is watching the whole battle from a thick branch of a tree. She's just sutting there comfortably while sipping the sweet water inside the coconut. "Hmm," She moaned in happiness as soona s she finished her drink. She clasped her hands and then smiled. "Maybe it's time for me to join the battle," She said and summoned her scythe. Her scythe has an unusual form. It is a little rusty and a little too small for a normal scythe. Its blade is also uspide down as if it was not made to kill.

making multiple cuts appear on Merka's body. The scythe on her hands glow with every drop of blood landing on the ground... Merka felt cold fear...as wasn't as pompous as she was previously. "Please spare me...I beg you..." Merka fell to the ground in pure fright as she continued begging Madeline. Madeline ignored Merka pleas as she raised her scythe.... "This is where you die...." Bang! The scythe shook violently like it had hitted a hard rock. Madeline looked up to see Damien, and the scythe on his left shoulder. He was completely unharmed as he stared at Madeline silently.