Soul Eater Artwork Novels & Stories

"But Gods don't have infinite energy either. Tiredness is normal though, but you can lift it. We have a female now. I assume you are fond of them? Your...artwork seemed to indicate that." He wrinkled his nose, practically spitting the last words as he recalled them. He was partial to the nubile, youthful forms of maidens but certain things were taboo even to him. The depictions were of girls who seemed too young, and the items they held in their nervous hand blasphemous. Perhaps it was acting, make-up. But it still sickened him. They were the souls he adored dealing with. Not the innocent victims, they were kept far from his itching fingers, but those who used and abused them.

Mallow said while standing up to stretch, sipping on his drink and pacing while deep in thought. "Sure, why not?" "Jacke, do you remember 'Soul Eater'? The anime about 'Death's Weapon Meister Academy'?" "Of course I do, it was one of the first shows I watched when I got into anime in the first place." "Well, in that show they elaborate on the relationship between the weapon and its meister. A relationship similar to how you two found each other, or even Milo and Gloria. You'll have to bear with me as I haven't watched it all the way through, but as far as I know, there's a sort of compatibility between the soul of the weapon and the soul of its meister; And there's a bond between them, as th

The soul eater sits on the floor, covered in blood and something else that I don't recognize until I open the door further and step in. Looking down, I see a disemboweled baby torn to shreds. It's in so many pieces that I can't even tell for sure what it is, except for the baby bottle half buried in the blood and intestines. Suddenly, the smell hits me and I have to bend over as I lose my supper. Sandwich spraying everywhere, even on the soul eater. She looks up at me and smiles while holding an arm bone and then begins gnawing on it.

I’d seen this before. The animals used in the ritual would have rotted almost instantly under the corruption. By the time anyone arrived, only their heads would remain. Flesh stripped away, soul torn loose. That alone told me enough. In the underworld, everything is reversed. Leaving the head behind wasn’t mercy—it was a signature. A Soul Harvester. Nearby, the writhing mass of worms melted into a slick puddle, spreading across the tiles until it resembled the outline of a whale. Eira and I slowly lifted our eyes to each other.

It questioned back. "I'm the one asking the questions around here." I stated. The soul laughed at me. "And what made me obliged to answer you? You are nothing." He replied. I knew that this was an indirect challenge to my status. I immediately pulled out the mirror in my bag pack and said the words: "Hell summonte hell arosente death take never returnt." A huge red demon with the body of a muscular and furry beast and the head and neck of a python emerged from the ground.

He said desperately and I followed, tearing away the seal, his expression told me it’s going to be something breath-taking and he placed his hand on his chest. “To, Dawn Amber Eldorado,” I read, my breath stuck, it must be Kai’s doing. A smile threatened to burst forth from my lips, knowing he was thoughtful enough to retain my mother’s name. “Team Animaniac, congratulates you for being the number 1 artist on Weekly Charts of New York times for two months,” my eyes wide, “and would like to give you an offer to work on an upcoming Anime, ‘The ‘Ed series’, we’d love to work with a talented artist like you and are awaiting your response eagerly.

My eyes scan the portraits one by one, trying to find inspiration, when my eye travels to a corner I rarely venture to look at. I swallow. My eyes lock on the all-black painting. The only color is a pair of red glowing eyes. This. This image is of my nightmares. I was plagued for years with this image. I haven't thought of it in so long. A shiver shoots up my spine as I break my eye lock and return to my blank canvas. **** I painted for a bit, but decided I needed to ground myself a bit more. I head downtown to a little neighborhood I like to call Hallow Glen. I don't know why. I just like the way it sounds.

So, this is the power of a Soulwaker… Eula had said at the back of her mind, so… this is her greatest creation… Eula added, pertaining to Xiao’s mother, the inventor of a Soulwaker, which she experimented it first with her own daughter. Eula stared at her with cautious eyes. As Xiao the Soulwaker had finally awakened from her deep sleep state, Eula felt the immense power once again. It was tremendously putting her whole body into shivers as they passed down to her spines. The surroundings slowly turned into darkness. It was as if the place was being eaten by the dark clouds, where she sees nothing but black fogs. Her eyes couldn’t even properly see what’s currently happening. All she could f

I take a sip of the hot liquid and close my eyes, letting the liquid do the explanation in my belly. "You still know how I like my coffee" I take another sip and another till I empty the content of the cup into my mouth. "I can't forget anything about you" He draws a stool and sit beside me. "This?" I point at the appetizing food that's calling out for me. "It's cardamom buns" He grins feeling satisfied at his ‘masterpiece’

Heavenly art : devouring skin The battlefield is thrown into more chaos has the chosen fight even harder so as to be able to provide assistance to Elijah wherever he may be… ISLAND OF THE FORGOTTEN ( PURGATORY) A large explosion can be seen has Elijah battles the hellish creature, Cerberus, Paimon floats above with a smile on his face has he looks upon the battle hoping that Cerberus tore Elijah to pieces. Elijah dodges the assault of Cerberus tails on him has he hops from one place to the other ELIJAH : I have to do something about this monster before I run out of energy… Heavenly art : Holy sigil of light