Who Is The Death God Novels & Stories

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

I say taking a sip of my water His surprise showed on his face, "No?" He asks "Death!" I shouted for my mate In the snap of a finger, he was standing beside me, "Mhm?" He looks at me "Can you like get your friend away from me please, this is harassment," I sigh taking another sip of my water "Ares," Death addresses the guy tiredly "How did she do that?" He asks Death "Well she's a Goddess and she already found her mate, so your magic doesn't work on her," Death tells him

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!"

They underestimated him. They believed he was still… just human. They were wrong. He declared war right then—on the *entire* Spirit World. I remember that moment. The silence. The fire in his eyes. The promise of vengeance. We followed him Charon, ferryman of the dead. Thanatos, god of death. Myself. Three others. Loyal to the core. We gave everything we had. We bled, betrayed, broke—and finally, we escaped. That’s how the gates of hell were born. That’s how our world was forged.

Hearing this, the several old men looked nervous. However, the beautiful woman smiled gently and said, "Did they fail?" "I deserve to die." The man in black quickly buried his head deeper, and his whole body became more frightened and panicked. "That Samuel is really powerful. Even though the 12 Death Gods used their ultimate secret methods, they still failed." "What?" The group of old men was immediately shocked, and some of them even dropped their glasses on the spot. The Twelve Death Gods of the desert were almost supreme beings in the desert world. If Ice God and Mr. Chai represented gods, then the Twelve Death Gods represented demons with the highest realm.

Fennel could either dodge Hades' punch and suffer a slash from the scythe, or avoid the scythe and suffer the punch from Hades. Even if either attack could not kill Fennel, he would be seriously injured! In this way, the following battle would be a one-sided situation. Thus, at that critical moment, under the large black robe of the Death God and his face that was shrouded in black mist, a voice so deep as if it came from the depths of hell said, “Apollo, you’ll become the sacrifice of my Hall of Death. I’ll turn you into the most powerful weapon!” Fennel was none other than the Sun God. If he could take his corpse and turn it into the most powerful weapon of the Hall of Death, then the Hall

The little information she had been willing to give him, was things he already knew about the catacombs. Some of the old races of Terra often dug large crypts deep down in the earth to be as near the old God of Death as possible. Of course, these races were regarded as demons and evil creatures. The old God was no longer alive, or so it was said. The Goddess of Death had taken up the task, but she was no more monstrous than the Goddess of Utopia was. In fact, the new Gods were said to be neutral but were still unpredictable in their actions, and it was best to not anger any of them. “We haven't seen any new corpses since we left the catacombs,” Fenryn spoke quietly. He held the torch out inf

She had said publicly that David could never bring Jasmine happiness. Shame twisted in David's chest. Everything Lilith said had come true. If... if Jasmine had only listened to her, would she still be alive? Lilith stared coldly at everyone in the room. In her eyes, they were all complicit, every one of them had played a part in Jasmine's death. "I'm Jasmine's legal representative. Jasmine passed away at two minutes past nine at night on October 15th from acute liver failure, worsened by drug interactions that caused rapid organ failure. Before her death, she authorized me to activate all agreements from the moment of her passing."

I looked between his eyes, watching the black flicker to brown in and out until his beast won, the black consuming the orbs entirely, leaving no white. “You… the gods cursed you? You’re not D…” I trailed off, not knowing what to say. He wasn’t Death? He wasn’t a God? It all sounded so ridiculous now that I was about to vocalize it to his face. “I may not be a mortal, but I’m not a God.” He chuckled darkly. “Then what are you?” I asked, terrified to hear the answer. “A reaper.” He whispered, and my blood turned to ice.

Goddess was about to cry when Hades couldn't bear it and stood up in anger. "Mother don't cry... your wish will be fulfilled. I promise, if Lucifer will ever fall in love with this human woman, I will go to earth and kill her and take her soul with me and throw it in the fire of damnation where he will never find her! And you can find someone from heaven for him and he can come back to heaven. So please mother, stop worrying. I hate to see you in distress!" Hades calmed his mother down. Goddess was happy and seeing her relaxed ... Hades left. He is the god of death; he has never cared about any human soul. Taking a life is nothing for him, so he didn't even for a second thought that he could