Undertaker Black Butler Scythe Novels & Stories

It's also known as the Butterfly knife. “Only your blood can be used for the atonement of your sin.” Using the butterfly knife, I killed him. He slumped with his eyes still open in fear. He lay dead in his office and I didn't feel pity for him. Every sinner must be ready for judgment. I didn't retrieve my dagger, I simply took out a black rose flower from my breast pocket and tossed it at his corpse. Then I took out my list and cancelled Stanley's name. “Two down, seven more to go,” I said as I turned around to leave. The girl stood frozen in shock with her mouth agape.

Crewcut smirked as he whipped out a huge scimitar and swung it at Caleb, launching a horrific shockwave! Caleb did the same, swinging the Dharmic Cutter vertically! World Burial Sword, First Style—Death Snap! Boom! The terrible shockwave that ensued rocked the world around them, crushing everything into dust! Shunk! That was when a silver spear thrusted straight at Crewcut's back, stabbing him from behind! His eyes widened in disbelief as he gasped, "You're an executor… but you stabbed me in the back?!" Boom! Tia's only response was a blast from her spear tip, vaporizing Crewcut's insides and killing him on the spot!

I wipe off blood from my nose and snap it back in place “Last chance, tell me where to find that bastard and you might be alive to rebuild” “Don't underestimate me just because you were able to land an attack on me” blood drips from her face and she slowly walks to me Death Scythe emerges from my shadow and floats beside me before I grip it firmly and run to her. I perform a front thrust, pushing Death Scythe to her face but Madame Abigail steps to the side and i turn it over making the blade curl behind her and then pull it back fast

“You found the wrong person. The two of us have decided to retire from the underworld and start a decent business from now onwards.” “You’ll have to meet them whether you like it or not,” Butler Yates said icily. Just as he stopped talking, his subordinates backed away. At the entrance, two silhouettes appeared. One of them was dark-skinned; only his eyes and teeth were white. The other was sickly pale, with withered yellowish hair. The only physical similarity the two shared was the golden belts strapped around their waists. Old Niner found the sight amusing. “What’s with those two? Shooting for a movie? You’ve even got golden belts on you, huh?”

He held it in his hands as his black wings emerged out from his back and spread themselves. He shone bright as he held his scythe in his hands. Everyone looked at him. Kurosava couldn't open his eyes anymore.Lucas raised his scythe and sliced his body in two halves. He fell on the ground as he stared at Ethan. Ethan looked back at him. Lucus rose higher towards the moon as the scythe shone black-- turning into a spear and he flew towards Kurosava at full speed. He smirked as he took out a knife and pointed it towards the speeding up angel of death.

The black glass dagger descended, a streak of obsidian darkness in the witch-light of the Ossuary. Damon Carter struck with the precision of a butcher and the hatred of a brother scorned. The blade bit deep into the base of Ryan’s skull, a killing blow meant to sever the spine and extinguish the flicker of life sustaining the monstrous transformation.

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”

My right leg which I drape over my left begins to wiggle impatiently, a tick passed on to me by my dearest father. All it takes is one last swig of breath intake to the skull and my whole resolve breaks. I send butcher a side glance with a silent nod. He nods back firmly in response before bringing out two machetes from his perfectly tailored red tuxedo. He sharpens them by sliding them aggressively against themselves, he juggles them like a trained circus clown a few times. A little act of entertainment he performs for the little piece of shit that sits tied to the chair in front of me.

No one would suspect you and they would usually talk and act recklessly in front of you. “The weapon,” It was a scythe. A retractable scythe that could tear heavy metals like paper and pierce through anything even the soul. Using it, they can open treasures long-buried and kill anyone like nobody's business. It's a precious little thing. And it's in the rightful and very capable hands. Me. •••

The silver-black haired picked up the black 1918 trench knife from the table and joggled it a bit. 'As promised, I won't waste your time. However, I want you to know before you die that your daughter is already dead.' The man's eyes widened, but before he could speak, the extra sharp blade was thrust into his throat. With a good amount of strength, the silver-black haired forcefully dragged the knife south, tearing the man's chest and stomach open.