Soul Eater Lord Death Novels & Stories

His death was drawing near. "P...pl...please...d..don't..." He started crying; he was seeing the devil, standing right on his shoulder, prepared to kill him any second. "You know, I could have just asked the gang leader to kill you, but I wanted to show you what I'm capable of. That the power of the Astley family never dies." She walked in front of him. "I...I'm sorry...Mam...please forgive me..." He kept repeating; his voice increased each time he said it. But it didn't affect her at all. It seemed as though she couldn't hear him; no one could cause they didn't even look at him.

For when the Lord laughed, he had subconsciously lost control of his power, causing a cold wind to wash over Elder Sand. That aura was akin to death itself; it was a power that held command over darkness and death. Elder Sand felt as though he was standing in dark well with no beginning and no end. If Great Elder Asmodeus was a tree that reached into the skies and towered above the skies, then the Lord was akin to the infinite darkness of space that the planet hovered in!

Ages ranging from sixteen to twenty-three, all looking terrified and hopeful in equal measure. "Good morning," I said gently. "I'm Sera. Welcome to Crescent Moon." "Alpha Sera," one of them corrected, her voice awed. She was maybe eighteen, with dark skin and gold-flecked eyes. "The seventh generation. The one who conquered death." I winced. "That story's gotten a bit exaggerated."

For the handle, he took a piece of frozen wood and infused it with his flame before modeling it with his Ax into a crude pair or grips, he didn't have any form of glue but was pleasantly surprised that his fire made the whole thing hold in one piece. The final product ended being an ugly pitch-black shortsword with light-blue energy similar to souls in agony coming from its blade. When he took it to examine it further, he got a notification: [Item created!]: [Death infused sword.] Attack +3 Dexterity +2 Agility +1 Passive effect: [Soul reaper]: The Death infused sword automatically collects the souls killed by its blade to strengthening itself. Its master will absorb part of the spiritual fo

Decus laughed. He liked the spectacle that was going on here. He put his hand on Godric's head, his claws digging into his scalp. The blood slowly seeped into the priest's hair and he groaned again in pain. It felt like he was being dazed with pain. "It won't be long my servants and you will be able to wallow in the darkness! With Lucifer's death our era will arise! I will make everyone suffer! I am Lord Gehenna and a God!"

do you know where I'm going? -No ... you wouldn't find them- says the man with a broken voice. Azael laughs again. -Don't you know who I am? The man shakes his head. Azael takes a few seconds to respond. A malicious smile forms on his face before he does so. -I'm Azael Volkov. Dutson's son. I feel the man's face go completely pale. We all watch the scene in silence, no one dares to speak. - That mafia is dead ...- he says in just a whisper.

“Are we really talking about Hades the straight-faced, no nonsense guy? You are making stuff up, Charon.” “Believe me, madam. The lord is not as he appears to be.” “Do not even think about talking me out of my anger, Charon. How dare your master remove me from the memories of the people I love?” “He was only doing his responsibilities as you are in his custody. Erasing memories of the mortals is a rule set in stone by the sky lord as agreed by the gods and goddesses. If he did not do that, YOU will be in a lot trouble.”

A sword that can vanish magic of someone for eternity. Elvious directly thrust towards the youngman with Elious sword in right hand. Marvio however, tried to stops his acquintance, yet he is too late. Elvious already at the reaching distance of the youngman who has this devourer smirk. When Elvious two feets away near E.J, in the latter's right hand appeared a sword too. A sword which was been called like his alias; DEATH.

Proserpina managed to tell him without laughing, still terribly amused, “...Thanatos has taken lives for less.” Indeed, Thanatos–the god of death, her father's right hand–had been delegated as her personal weapon on the night she was named as heir of the underworld in order to keep her soul bound and the former to split his immortality with the relatively new goddess. The god of death's vessel was a black sword with a polished blade, the hilt engraved with the name of Thanatos through Proserpina's human dried blood, binding death to her in perpetuity… Alastor whistled, impressed.