An Eminence? No, I am just a reaper (OC story)

Bad luck only leads to more bad luck

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...When the wolfs howls to the wind, death comes in soundless feet....

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Fenrir had seen a lot of things in his long life...

Death.., murder, battles beyond the measure and recollection of memory in this world.

Some more strange than others, some not so much...

But this...

This he had never saw it coming..., he had felt it though.

In an instant Lili was about to slain that red haired bitch, just about to cleave through her bone and flesh with her dual saw blades as the princess lay down in the ground in a poodle of her own blood.

So arrogant, so foolish...to think she could beat them only to end up becoming the lamb for the slaughter.

She had the blood, she really had...

And though her lost would be a tragedy for the cults overall plans, he wasn't one that cared about the experiments that the rest of the rounds were obsessed with. Besides she had a sibling which more likely than not, shared the same blood.

And with their strongest warrior now dead, it would probably take not even a day before he had the last remaining princess under his grasp, culling the royal bloodline and securing a good stream of potent blood for those maniacs.

And so, time seemed to slow down as he waited with baited breath those blades from connecting with their target.

He relished the sudden taste of blood that would coat the walls before her lifeless body hit the ground

What he had not expected was from who it came from.

With a horrible, howling shriek...the Theriantropes left arm was severed from her elbow with a sick crunch. Falling flat to the ground the now useless arm while her owner swung wildly towards the hooded head of a massive shadow that had appeared between her and her helpless victim.

The blades connected with their new targets head, and yet there was no sign that they had done anything but poke at it.

The next instance, with the two still above the air. A gloved hand, decorated with bones and talons so sharp they could have been mistaken by small knifes closed tightly into a fist and slammed itself into the woman's exposed belly.

By the darkness, the noise...

He would never forget it...

The way that fist move through the empty space between them was so fast that he almost thought he had imagined it.

Searing the air as if its mere movement set a lit the oxygen around them before it collided with the Theriantropes body.

Tearing through it like it was wet paper, flesh bursting and bones shattering like shards of glass from the now open wound by the motion of the attack, puff of dried and fresh blood coming out everywhere before the shock-waves coursing through the old spirits body threw her away like a rag doll....

Creating a large crater of pulverized stone and fresh blood in the process..

After that, the thing landed on the ground, right next to the fallen Princess...