Undertale Hate Soul Novels & Stories

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

He wanted strong Lycan servants in his army, the ones of souls untouched and untainted by Sentaya and Denexus, so he could have them malleable and under his thumb with no leverage, nuisance or obstructions. And under the pecking order of Soovare underworld, Wengarthria, as the centre of hell, has priority in picking and choosing the souls over Oribus. Sentaya found that very annoying, but she could not dispute Lord of Hell or his son Marcellus, who was also his right hand.

In Raul's eyes, the soul attribute was sacred. Warriors that were not talented were not worthy of the soul attribute at all, and all soul attribute warriors were incredibly talented. However, he was forced to revise that opinion. To him, Fane was from Hestia and thus had no right to use the soul attribute. However, there was no way Fane was lying at that moment. When he realized that, Raul stared at Fane unhappily, "Even you can learn the soul attribute?" Upon hearing this, Fane could not help but chuckle. Not too long ago, a warrior from the Sacred Water Continent had said the same thing. Fane had spoken back at that moment, but when facing Raul, he only felt amused.

The ritual was perilous and demanded great sacrifice, but it offered a glimmer of hope. As Tyler delved deeper into his research, he stumbled upon a cryptic passage that hinted at the key to severing the bond. It spoke of a unique connection between soulmates that could transcend any forced bond, a tether of love and destiny that would render Sofia's claim over him null and void. With a renewed sense of purpose, Tyler began to piece together the puzzle. He recalled the faint whispers he had heard about the existence of soulmates within the vampire community, a bond so powerful that it could not be fabricated or forced.

She says. “Taint the soul? What does that mean?” I ask. I frown at this, not understanding what it meant at all. Marle places her arms on the desk and leans forward. “You will live five hundred deaths repeatedly, and when you eventually pass on, your soul will not be allowed into Xamnir’s, or Kai’s, plain. You’ll be sent to the firepit as a slave of Raerin, God of the Underworld and father of the Wolf Goddess, Tiarin.”

Meph asked, determined not to go into any deals with the devil snake without enough information. “Five each. Rarities are from poor, uncommon, rare, epic and legendary, and Soul Qualities from S, A all the way to D,” The snake answers quickly like a fawning sycophant, “Simple, right? We just borrowed it straight from video games. Lower the culture barrier, you know?” Uh huh. “And you can get a legendary soul seal for me, S level, correct?” Meph confirms, ignoring the bullshit. “Glad you asked. No,” The snake mimicked a professional tone that only made himself more annoying. “Soul quality is an inherent property of YOU. Not even God himself can change that for you.”

WARNING: SYSTEMIC OVERRIDE DETECTED. The blue waveform of the Admin spiked on the terminal above my head. Kael’s digital shadow manifested across every screen in the Grand Hall, his white-light eyes wide with a frantic, digitized terror. “Leo, stop!” Kael’s voice boomed through the speakers, the baritone crackling with static. “The Well of Souls is saturated with necrotic silver-salt and the marrow-rot of the Failed. It isn't just water. It’s the liquid remains of every broken core the Council ever harvested.”

Someone who has nothing to do with her. “I may not have the money and power you have, but your soul is empty, and that is what is eating you up. And of course, you cannot refute the fact that you and your parents are the most wicked souls that this planet has ever produced. You all deserve a trophy for being amazingly wicked!” I fire at her.

It was a hope that someone from Hollowlight Sect was still out there. "I'd scatter to nothing before I let you win, Sylas!" Thayne forced the words out with everything he had left, his voice so weak it was barely there anymore. "You don't get to scatter unless I say so." Sylas watched him writhe and drank it in, satisfaction plain on his face as he pushed more soul-piercing energy into the cage. "The three realms and the six arcane realms are my game board. And this pathetic fragment of soul you've got left is the chain I've hooked around her neck.

“Then listen to her. Don't let the Empress drown her out. You don't have to be the martyr for the North, Elara. We have an army. We have Lucien’s fire. We can find another way to kill the Sisters.” “There is no other way,” I whispered, looking toward the grey mist where Selene’s ghost had beckoned. “The Sisters are the ‘Unwanted’ parts of our souls. They are the shadows Silas created when he tried to prune the bloodline. You can't kill a shadow with a sword, Kaelen. You can only reabsorb it. Or let it consume you.”