Soul Eater Evans Scythe の小説・ストーリー

Pots and dishes shattered into pieces, and chairs and tables were overturned, leaving the place in complete disarray. Mayor Kingsley’s eyes were wide with anger, his voice full of menace. “Frank, you’d better give me an explanation. My son’s death won’t go unanswered!” Dad collapsed to his knees, trembling as he repeatedly bowed, his forehead quickly turning red and swollen. “Mayor Kingsley, it was that wretched Eve who caused all this. She’s already dead. I even fed her body to the pigs. Please, have mercy on me.” Mayor Kingsley sneered. “And you think that’s enough?”

I spat at him, irritated by presence. Evans just shrugged, his burned and scarred skin making him look even more twisted. "I'm just a man who gets what he wants, Bryan. And right now, I want you to choose." He said and brings something out of his pocket. It looked like a gun. I can't risk losing any of them. "Better you choose or the gun will do the choosing for you." He said, flickering the gun around between Scarlett and Ingrid. As I stood there, my mind racing with thoughts of how to save both Scarlett and Ingrid, Evans began to taunt me.

Shadows erupted from all sides, forcing her to pivot, duck, and strike without pause. Then, she saw it—a core of darkness at the center, pulsing like a heart. The corrupted soul’s consciousness, feeding off the city, focused entirely on her. Her pulse raced. This was the heart of it, the source. She swung with everything she had, driving her scythe deep into the darkness. There was a flash of light, a scream that wasn’t human, and for a moment, everything went silent. Shadows scattered, dissipating into mist. Avery staggered, exhausted, knees weak, but she was alive. Kael’s scythe hummed as he surveyed the area.

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.

I can't release a soul that isn't present but I can at least pay my respects to the dead. I resumed my walk but was stopped as the blade of the scythe cut into my side. I put pressure on the new wound until I felt my feet kicked out from under me. I landed hard on my right shoulder, crying out from the unexpected pain. The scythe landed right next to my left ear as the angry skeleton started to flesh out.

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.

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 just wanted to say that Sebastian will do anything so save your grandmother. Don't let your self believe on anyone except on us." "If I trust you can you give my grandmother back to me? And who is Matheus? Why did he take my grandmother ?!" I promise with a trembling voice. "Matheus is the king of Orpheus. He's an evil and he'll do anything to destroy us." Its a cold answer. "And what have we got to do with you? We are just humble people." Is it just human? "Yes you're a human ... but, your grandmother is vampire." A vampire?

The two spells she got a hold of Santina’s staff and pulled it away from her direction while the barrier protected her for merely a second from the flames before she deactivate it and quickly went running towards Santina. Evy kept the chains activated for however long she can and went in for the tap. Her hands outstretched and she thought she was going to win when she felt the sudden feeling of nausea wash down on her. She was almost there before her head started to lose focus and her body gave out. She fell to the ground and landed in a heap of exhaustion. She couldn’t think coherently at all. Evy felt her body feeling tired and worn out. "Ahhh...ahhh.. ark!"

Keysha said earnestly. "You are wrong. Key, the woman who was supposed to be with Rey, has died, and I am the soul that fills the empty body of the woman Rey loves," Carissa thought. "I can't promise, because I don't know what God is planning for me, but one thing is clear: as long as I'm still entrusted with being with Rey, then I will do it," said Carissa. "I see, you've changed a lot now; for some reason, your character looks more friendly," said Keysha. Getting compliments like that made Carissa ask.