Soul Eater Evans Scythe Novelas e Histórias

“I…Hello, Professor. I…I am Scarlet Lozenge, and this is my friend, Evangelica Michelangelo.” Scarlet introduced herself and Eva to Dankein Cosh. Eva had been drooling over Dankein and the man saw this through the corner of his eyes but stayed unbothered.

he think he needs explanation from Zhang fei fei. seriously he really hate stressing his brain thinking about some grand plot of other gods, what has always matter to him is to kill. the scythe headed directly toward Zhang fei fei forehead as Fei Fei who seem to be expecting this raise his hand using his finger to point at the scythe tip creating something like invisible wall. "you tricked me twice you ungodly piece of sh...t" Tthanatos voice rumbled all over the foggy world, he hasn't appeared yet.

Evan grunted as he quickly moved to the side to avoid the attack, sacrificing his entire arm in the process. Alyssa had also appeared behind him at that point. "Dark Thorns." Her soul skill revealed itself as multiple thorns composed of concentrated darkness pierced through Evan's body to hold him down while she and Noah attacked with all their might. The battle continued for about another hour as it ended with a stalemate. Evan was powerful but could never touch the duo, while they could never deal enough damage to kill him. The three individuals stared at each other as each of them panted. Their bodies were near translucent, with Alyssa's being in the best condition and Evan's in the worst

I pressed my bloody hand to the steering wheel, leaving a crimson print. "I swear by my blood and my broken heart," I whispered to the darkness. "Evangeline Cross will pay for what she's stolen from me. Even if I have to sell my soul to make it happen." Lightning flashed across the sky, as if the universe itself had heard my vow. And in that moment of brightness, I could have sworn I saw something in the clouds, a pair of silver eyes, watching me with ancient amusement. The Soul Eater was waiting. And I was coming to make a deal.

Evans’ POV There was complete darkness in the temple. The burning pain in my hand subsided to a dull throb, and I began to breathe in shallow, short gasps. As if whispering secrets only I could hear, the hilt of the golden dagger, the **Blood Oath Blade**, was still firmly grasped in my fingers. Kieran was kneeling next to me, his hands firmly grasping my shoulders, his voice gruff with haste. "Evans! Speak up!”

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.