The Undertaker From Black Butler Novels & Stories

the necromancer thought. Reive chuckled mentally, forking a small eggplant roll. He was surely right. Gerhard’s fiancée wasn’t as simple as she looked. The Undead King recognized at once rot and wormholes piercing people’s souls. He felt their black core with his skin. Because once, he himself had been like this. He was the Dark itself. “Well, yes, I helped her quite often. Pots, vases, and jugs. Sometimes toys for children...” Angelina went on in the meantime, looking down at her hands, trying to hide them.

(Joaquin Castelera) “Crafty bastard…” The old butler tried to masked his snake like personality under the guise of respect and age, but I’ve always sees through all his façade, the last time I comes here, he wasn’t here if not I would already killed him that time, like anyone in the mansion he too is guilty and greedy, I ended his life as soon as he tried to turned around at me, my cherry petals slashed through his neck, and kill him, his head rolled on the ground, with evil grin expression still shown on his face. Before I entered the room, I wave my hand, with my command the pink cherry petals started to waft into the room and what follows them were shouts and the sound of flesh being cut

Then the door of the limo from the driver’s seat opened and a man stepped outside again. Why do they look like they’re going to attend to someone’s funeral? They are all wearing black suits. That man who went out from the driver’s seat opened the car door of the limo and bended his legs a bit down as if he’s saying something to the person inside. Then he turned around, looking around the school. O___O Wait, that’s butler Sam!! “Butler Sam!!” I called out. He met my gaze and smiled upon seeing me. He put his head again inside the limo as I scampered towards them.

Without uttering a word, he walked towards her, “your leave my daughter alone. I am a powerful man.” The reaper turned around and looked at her dad, “don't you dare lift your hands for my dad.” The reaper turned, looked at her, and, in a deep voice, said, “I’m not here to hurt anyone. “ Four men who appeared out of nowhere, wearing suits, stood at the side of the doorway as a tall guy wearing a black suit, hair neatly combed to the back with the words tattooed death across his neck, stepped in. The reaper went down on one knee, looking downwards, “My lord,” the men in the grey suits went down on one knee and “My lord.” The man wearing a black suit had a twelve-centimeter scar down his face;

This kind of handsome could outshine the idols and even the models. That psychopath villain must be much godly handsome than this butler or just the same with him. Even though I was curious about that villain's face, I don't want to see it at all! I still love my life and haven't gotten the chance to get revenge for the original owner of the body that I'm using now. The butler showed his smile again that almost blind me that I subconsciously closed my eyes. Noticing me closing my eyes, the butler frowned. “What happened? Did your eyes hurt?”

The other Blood Reapers were naturally wary of the threat, while the leader asked calmly, "Sir, were you the one who decimated hundreds of us, even taking away their bodies?" "Yes," Caleb replied calmly. The leader bowed his head in acknowledgment and asked, "Allow me to apologize for whatever offense my comrades have caused you. May I have the pleasure of your name?" "Death, of the Undertakers." Caleb replied quietly. Confused, the Blood Reapers' leader turned toward his crew, but they all shook their heads too. Still, he bowed his head again. "Well, it's unsurprising that you gathered the bodies as an Undertaker! It will be their honor to have died by your hand!"

who is it? My eyes landed on the only unhooded being in the room. Not a wolf. No- he doesn't look like these bloodsuckers. Was he even a vampire? It was an older looking man in a ripped butler's uniform. The buttons had Lamia's initials on it. He works for her. He must be leading this battle. This man was bald with a gray beard. He held onto a black metal scythe. He looked like a grim reaper somehow. He scared me. I watched as he held up against five wolves that tried to attack him together. He swung the blade and I watched as it cut into and injured the wolves severely.

Even though his punch was completely blocked. The person who blocked that punch appeared at first glance to be the butler of the Redfield mansion. However, there is still something different about amh ta, which is a faint smile despite the circumstances. Gray Danvers had listened to Zane Stark and Leon Redfield's phone calls, and she knew what happened to Marris last night was all made up by this person. «Akazaka Takeru»

The Undertaker peeled off his hood to reveal his green, wrinkled skin, pointy ears, and purple pupils. “I am Jerome Moss.” But Pulse knew him as; “Father” Stranded in the warden’s offices Pulse arched his back to conjure a spell. But the undertaker waved his staff, casting, blue chains that bound his and Dolos’s wrist behind their backs. “Cyrpto chains.” Dolos said. We can’t cast our spells with these on.” “That’s correct, Faithless one.” The Under taker said. “I can’t allow anyone to strike at me until the the convergence takes place.”

"Luckily,I came prepared. Just keep an eye out for anyone approaching this way." He took out a yellow paper and laid it on the floor. Joonjae and Yoseob surrounded him, with their back turned towards him, looking out for anyone who may approach their way. Undertaker took out a quill and began to draw ancient strokes on it, while chanting a mantra under his breath. The strokes flashed brightly for a second before disappearing. "There's no demon in there," Undertaker announced. "He's clean." "Thank god," Yoseob let out a sigh of relief. "I don't think I could have taken another gruesome sight."