Chapter 1: What had happened.
Crona sat on the cold stone floor in the corner of her new "room" rather than lie down on the rough mattress of the bed on the opposite side of her. Tightening her legs to her chest, she wondered how she ended up here in this position, in this room, in this building.
A sigh escaped her lips, echoing against the walls, and coming back to her ears. Crona thought of yesterday. She was amazed at how much could change in the small hours of the day. In the shortest time, an hour or so Crona thought, she and Maka had become friends, the Kishin revived, Medusa was defeated, and the world was in danger of being engulfed by madness. Now here she was, in one of the stone dungeon cells at Shibusen.
Crona remembered how startled she was, in the now ruins of Shibusen, when she heard footsteps behind her after Maka and Soul left her to fend for herself against the new chibi Ragnarok. Ragnarok, as always, had ignored her pleads and ruled over her newfound bravery. Long story short, their quarrel lasted for quite a while.
When Ragnarok obviously started winning against her, Crona finally gave up on fighting. Seeing that bullying and uncaring Crona was not fun, Ragnarok went back into her spine. Crona had sighed and sat on the rubble filled floor, waiting for some reason she didn't know why.
Then she heard the faint sound of footsteps behind her, she had gasped and spun around to the nearing noise. There was a man a few meters away from her, each footstep taken in long strides, his sneakers squeaking slightly on the floor. He had blue skin, he seemed to be muscular, and was tall. On his arms, there were black tattoos of swirls and the character of Death on both of his shoulders. He wore a headband on his forehead, skimming right above his searching eyes. The man had looked around and his gaze had finally rested on Crona, and went toward her as if he'd found something he was looking for.
When he appeared in front of her, he asked, "You the Demon Sword?"
Crona had nodded hesitantly; she immediately felt a deep fear toward the blue man. After giving him the answer he apparently was hoping for, he nodded and signaled for her to follow him.
"Come on," he told her.
She had felt unsure. Medusa had always told her to never trust anyone except for her, and Ragnarok. To never trust anyone else, for anything they told you would be complete lies. Though, it's not like she trusted them much, and they had lied to her almost every waking second of the day, every day of her life.
Seeing her hesitation, the strange scary man bent down to her level on the floor.
"Don't worry," he said in his deep voice, "We're not going to hurt you."
Though his words were supposed to be comforting, the way the man frightened Crona ruined the effect, also the fact that she didn't know who "we" was, and that scared her. But she did relax her ice like state and slowly rose from the ground. Crona nodded and agreed to follow him.
Crona stayed a good meter away from the blue man as she walked behind him. Afraid of the lingering dead silence between her and the scary man, she decided to ask Ragnarok a question through her thoughts.
'Were do you think he's taking us?' she asked.
'I dunno, maybe he's taking us to a torture chamber to kill us.' Ragnarok responded blandly.
'Ragnarok! Don't say that, it'll only make me paranoid!' Crona whined.
'And I'll bet he'll chain you to the wall and starve you. Then he'll slowly rip your limbs off, one by one.' Ragnarok described, teasing her now.
'Stop it, Ragnarok that's not nice!' she begged, tears forming at the edges of her eyes.
'Oooh, and I'll bet he'd want to watch you cry and plead, too. And as you scream and he rips you apart, he'll order you to apologize for killing all those innocent people and hurting the students here at Shibusen. Then he'll bring the she-pig Maka and she'll look at you with such hatred for hurting that jerky partner of hers.' Ragnarok cackled.
Imagining such horrid thoughts and Maka's glare filled with hatred pierced a feeling so horrible through Crona's chest. The pain of such made her want to burst to tears and rip apart the Earth. Though, instead of doing so, Crona suddenly got very angry and growled out loud in a deadly low whisper, "I said stop it. Or I'll rip you apart."
The blue man seemed to have heard her low dark threat, and turned toward her with an expression that read 'scared and confused' since he apparently thought the threat was for him. Crona avoided his gaze and dropped her eyes to the dusty floor beneath her.
As the man led her to wherever they were going, Crona saw Shibusen differently than just the enemies' territory. She tried to see past all the damage and see the true beauty of the designs in the school. Crona wondered what color the walls were painted, but all of them were covered in dust. She neared the wall to her right and raised her hand to wipe the grime away to reveal the color beneath. From the corner of her eye, she saw the scary blue man stiffen and slightly turn to her. At first she thought he was going to yell at her to not touch anything, so she yanked her hand away from the air back to her side.
"You may want to cover your eyes." He said instead of the yells she expected.
Crona wondered what he was talking about, but soon realized what he meant. Her mother was lying on the ground, only the top half of her body present. There was blood splattered across her face, the witch's eyes were blank and empty, but an evil grin was spread across her cheeks. Crona's breath hitched and tried to avert her gaze as quickly as she could to get the scene to disappear from her sight, but the image was burned into her mind.
When she and the blue man had to pass the laying remnants of the infamous Medusa, Crona shut her eyes with a force that brought pain. After they passed the macabre scene, the only sights and sounds left were that of the blue man's back and the soft thuds of their footsteps. After awhile, Crona worked up the courage to ask the man a question.
"W-where are w-we going?" she asked in an almost inaudible whisper.
"We're going to Shinigami-sama's Death Room." He answered her.
Crona froze so suddenly the man stopped and gave her a questioning look.
Crona barely heard Ragnarok's soft thought of, 'We're goners.'
The blue man stared at her intently, trying to figure out what was wrong. Suddenly he seemed to realize the reason for her tension.
"Shinigami-sama isn't going to hurt you, he just wishes to speak with you." He explained trying to reassure her.
Crona just nodded and followed the blue man meekly. Ragnarok was tense inside of her, her blood felt like ice.
'What do you suppose we do?' Crona thought toward Ragnarok.
'I don't know. I think we're done for. You know what Medusa's told us about him.' Ragnarok replied.
Crona thought back to all those comments her mother had told her about Shinigami. None of them were very pleasant, but as she thought about it, maybe they were lies. It wouldn't be very surprising if they'd been lies, Medusa had lied to her nearly her whole life. Though as she and the strange man neared two grand doors with skulls on each of the handles, it was obvious this was Shinigami's Death Room, Crona couldn't help considering that all those comments were possibly true.
The man raised one of his blue hands and knocked on the door lightly, "Shinigami-sama? May I come in?"
"Sid-sensei? Yes, you may come in." the grim voice was muffled by the closed door.
'Sid?' Crona thought, 'That must be his name.'
The blue man, who was apparently named Sid, grabbed one of the brass handles of the left door and tugged. The thick door creaked as it opened, revealing the bright room. Crona took note that it opened inwards, and peered in, taking the blue sky-like ceiling into memory. A tall dark figure had its back facing them, a large mirror in front of it. The mirror seemed to be showing what the rest of Death City was doing. Crona and Sid walked up a path to the center of the room. The long walkway had several guillotines hovering above them. Crona stared at them, hoping with all her might they would not come down to slice her apart. The dark figure spoke to Sid.
"Do you have the Demon Blade?' it asked.
"Yes, I have the kid right here, Shinigami-sama." Sid replied.
The black man turned to them. When he turned to them, Crona saw that his cloak was torn and half of his mask was blown off. The somber emotion of grief seemed to roll off of him.
'So this is Shinigami…' Crona thought. Crona felt no fear toward him, just sadness.
Shinigami brightened at the sight of her, "Ah, hello, child!" his voice changed from one of sadness and grief to a playful one, "I must say that when Maka and her weapon came back chronically injured, I imagined a much more threatening and intimidating figure than the meek and timid one before me."
Crona cringed at the memory, her blade cutting through the skin of her newfound friend's weapon. Crona's heart clenched with guilt. Though, a question ran through her mind.
'Why is Shinigami-sama being so nice to me?' Crona thought.
'Maybe 'cause he wants to gain your trust so he can get you alone and eat you!' Ragnarok replied.
'Ragnarok! Shut. Up. Shinigami-sama is not going to… eat me.' Crona objected.
Though now as she looked at Shinigami's looming figure, she was starting to get unpleasant thoughts.
'Who knows?' Ragnarok teased, 'Maybe he likes skinny meat.'
'Ragnarok. Stuff it.'
'Ha, ha, ha, ha!'
Crona's eye twitched in irritation. Once she was in a private location she would be able to yell at Ragnarok properly. Shinigami noticed the timid child before him had obvious agitation, and wondered what it was that was making the child uncomfortable.
He tilted his head questioningly, but the meant to be playful gesture, lost its effect due to half of his mask missing.
"Does something seem to be bothering you, child?" Shinigami asked.
Crona jumped; startled that he asked her such a question. She had never had anyone care if anything bothered her or not. Usually if her mother was curious enough to know what was wrong, she said, 'What's wrong with you now, you worthless child?'
Crona stuttered out her words, "I-it's n-nothing, Shinigami-sama."
"Hmm, well then! Shall I discuss some matters with you?" he asked her.
"U-umm, hai." Crona agreed.
"Okay, then!" Shinigami said cheerily, "Sid, could you leave us so we can talk over some things."
"Hai, Shinigami-sama!" Sid responded.
Crona watched Sid leave the room, shutting the door behind him with a low thud. She felt the Shinigami's gaze on her. She turned back to him, keeping her eyes on the ground, shuffling her feet.
"Don't worry, child." Shinigami told her, "I will not harm you. Though you are an offspring of a witch, I will not act violently toward an innocent soul led down the wrong path."
Crona lifted her eyes from the polished floor and glanced at the shinigami, "I didn't want to be bad…" she whispered.
"And I'm glad that you've held on so strongly to not give in to the madness that has surrounded us! With that willpower, strength, and innocence of soul, I wish for you to become a member of my school!"
Crona froze in shock, "You mean, b-become a student at Sh-shibusen?"
"Hai! I would love to see you go down the path of good, to readjust your way of life!" Shinigami cheered.
Crona smiled meekly, "I-i think I would like being here at Shibusen."
"Ah, that would be wonderful!" Shinigami sang, then he turned sullen, "Though, that does mean you will have to give up all of your human souls."
Crona nodded in understanding, "Hai, Shinigami-sama."
At that moment, Crona felt the familiar sensation of Ragnarok coming out of her back though now in his smaller form.
"What do you mean give up the souls!?" Ragnarok shouted, "There's no way am I going to give them up! Then I'd be just as worthless as this little idiot! And there's no way I'm gonna-"
"You're going to give them up." Crona stated sternly.
"Who said you were boss!?" Ragnarok yelled steamily.
Shinigami stared at the strange creature atop the pink haired child's head. Apparently this was the Demon Sword Ragnarok. Though, when Maka and his son had described him, he sounded a lot bigger and scarier, Shinigami thought the little thing was quite adorable.
"Aww, little cute thing, the technician decides," Shinigami informed him, patting the little black blob on the head.
Ragnarok was angered by this, by both the remark and the friendly action, but took no action.
"So, umm, h-how do you take the human souls?" Crona asked, curious and wary.
Shinigami looked at her, "It's quite simple actually. Could you have Ragnarok come out in his weapon form please?"
Crona nodded, ignoring the fact hat she hadn't an idea of how he knew Ragnarok's name, and immediately felt the familiar weight of the slender sword in her hand. Shinigami held his hand out, motioning for her to give him the weapon. Confused, Crona put the blade in Shinigami's outstretched hand. She felt odd having Ragnarok away from her, like a reminder that they originally were never supposed to be attached to each other.
Shinigami held the sword away from him and shook violently. Several floating blue human souls appeared, scattering the area around them. As the shinigami shook Ragnarok (who felt pissed off and nauseous at the time), more souls came. Crona was concerned for Ragnarok; he was definitely not going to be happy. After Shinigami stopped shaking the sword in his hand, five red kishin egg souls stood out from all the blue.
With a satisfied look, Shinigami handed the sword, and the five kishin souls, back to Crona. Ragnarok was noticeably thinner, and after quickly swallowing the red souls, he immediately vanished inside of Crona. She wobbled and tried to find her balance because she instantly felt Ragnarok's dizziness.
"See?" Shinigami started, "That was quite simple, wasn't it?"
"Umm, yeah." Crona replied.
"Well then, I'll rid of these later!" Shinigami sang motioning toward the floating blue orbs, "Now that the human souls have been taken away, you are now compatible to Shibusen!"
Two deep blue eyes filled with wonder gazed up at him, "R-really?" there was a note of skepticism in the small voice.
"Yes! All you need to do is fill out the information sheet. You already have a weapon, so we don't have to worry any there." Shinigami explained.
Crona watched as Shinigami walked over behind the mirror and pulled out a trunk. It was black with a lock in the shape of Shinigami's mask. Taking a key from the inside of his cloak, he unlocked the trunk and swung the top open. After some ruffling, he found what he was looking for and took out some crisp sheets of paper, and handed them to Crona. While he shut the lid, re-locked it, and pushed the trunk back behind the mirror, Crona stared down at the pages of paper in her hands and read the words.
The information sheet had all the obvious spaces on them. Name, Parents'/Guardians' names (she twitched at this one), address…
Shinigami watched the Demon Sword's expression as it gazed at the words on the paper. First there was a glint of hope in the depressed face. Then he saw the child twitch (the reason for that he did not know), and last, the expression changed into one of painful sadness.
"U-umm, Shinigami-sama?" the small voice asked softly.
"Yes, dear child?" he responded.
"I-i have no where to live, s-so I can't fill in the address blank." the child stuttered timidly.
'Ah,' Shinigami thought, 'I'll have to change that fact.'
"Let's fix that, shall we!?" he said happily.
Crona nodded a small nod and Shinigami turned to his mirror. He wrote some numbers on the glass with his finger and the mirror glowed, sending out a series of ripples. Suddenly, Crona saw that Sid appeared in the mirror, looking at Shinigami with a professional look on his face.
"Hai, Shinigami-sama?" Sid's deep voice answered.
"I need you to come here, please. I want you to escort Crona somewhere." Shinigami explained to him.
"I'll be right there!" Sid exclaimed, saluting before disappearing from sight.
Shinigami turned back to pink haired technician; the child was staring at the mirror, curiosity gleaming in the sad blue eyes. The Demon Sword noticed him staring and quickly averted its eyes and blushed.
"Are you curious about something?" Shinigami questioning.
The child jumped, startled, and looked up at him.
"Huh? Oh, u-um, h-how does that mirror work? I mean, how do the other people answer you?" it asked, the curious light in its eyes returning.
"Ah. Every mirror in Death City has a spell on it that allows me to be able to communicate with them, and them to me. It's quite convenient when you need to reach someone and they have a pocket mirror with them. " Shinigami explained.
Crona nodded silently, returning to watching her feet. She felt awkward in this silence, but Shinigami started to hum a happy tune, turning his back to her, swaying with his little song. Crona lifted her eyes, watching him. She knew that he was only putting on this happy façade as to not frighten her. She guessed he probably did this to lots of others, putting on a happy cover over his true feelings and worries. Because Crona was deep in her thoughts, trying to figure out the shinigami, Crona let out a small gasp when the soft knock on the door broke the silence.
"You can come in Sid." Shinigami said calmly.
The blue man stepped into the room and walked the path up to them, Crona wondered how he didn't worry about the sharp heavy metal blades above him, "Where is it that you wanted me to take her, sir?" Sid asked, stopping in front of Shinigami.
"Take her to Cell Room #27, please. That will be her new home, curtsey of Shibusen!" he responded.
Sid simply nodded while Crona stood frozen in shock, mouth open. She was going to have a new home? Was Shinigami really truly being that nice to her?
'Shinigami-sama is very giving.' Crona thought to Ragnarok.
'Yeah, but he said cell room. Suppose he's going to keep you prisoner for all the bad things you've done?' he responded.
'No, I don't think he's like that.' Crona disagreed.
'Believe what you want to believe, moron.' was his reply.
Shinigami brought her out of her thoughts, "Wait at the door for Sid, please. He will be there momentarily."
Crona felt that she should tell him her name since he didn't know it, but Ragnarok was urging her to leave. So she nodded and walked the path to the door, watching the guillotines above her warily.
Shinigami and Sid watched the poor child's thin figure until it was successfully out of earshot.
Shinigami turned to Sid, but he interrupted what Shinigami was about to say, "I'm sorry to talk before you, sir, but why are you giving the Demon Blade a home here at Shibusen?"
"Why not? I'm sure it wants a home." Shinigami replied.
"Yes, sir, though couldn't you just let it live with Maka since it seemed to have made good friend with her." Sid asked.
"Maka, I'm sure, would love to take the Demon Sword in, but I think that we should let her have a break. Maka seems very busy at these times, what with Asura reviving and needing to fix the damages." Shinigami stated, trying to make a point, "Besides, I would think that the Demon Sword is too timid to feel comfortable around people, so I'm giving it a room that's quite private. You'd want the same thing if you were that poor child. It needs comfort and kindness."
"True," Sid agreed, "but why Cell 27? All of them are empty, so why did you give it that specific one?"
Shinigami let his head hang, avoiding Sid's eyes, almost as if he was ashamed.
"Though I trust the Demon Sword in the slightest, it need to keep an eye on it." Shinigami's voice turned grim, "So the reason I want it to be in Cell Room #27, well, that's because…" he let out a rueful and harsh sigh, "It's the only one with a mirror."
"Crona, why are we standing here waiting for the stupid blue dude? I don't want to be here!" Ragnarok whined.
Crona ignored Ragnarok's attempts to persuade her to leave, "I don't want to be here any more than you Ragnarok."
"Yeah, but I want to leeeeaave!" he groaned.
Crona sighed and brought her hand up to pat him on the head. Ragnarok swatted her away, "You know I don't like that," he growled.
"I know, but we have to wait for Sid-san, Shinigami-sama said." Crona persuaded.
"Well their taking forever." Ragnarok huffed.
Crona looked over to the two men. She couldn't hear what they were saying; they probably didn't want her to either. She saw Sid start to shift in their direction, so Crona thought that they must have been close to through.
"Just wait a little longer, I think I see them finishing up their conversation." Crona replied.
"Sid, when you get the Demon Sword to the room, give it this." Shinigami informed slipping Sid a small object.
Sid looked down at the thing in his hand, "A pen?"
"To fill out the information sheets for Shibusen of course!" Shinigami told Sid cheerily.
Sid looked at the shinigami suspiciously, skepticism clear on his face. Shinigami sensed that Sid did not believe him. So he quietly whispered to Sid, so that the Demon Sword would have no chance of hearing.
"I'll explain when you return."
Sid nodded his head and went to go accompany the Demon Blade, who seemed to be in an argument with the weird black creature that was its weapon. At the sight of the blue man, Crona fell silent and obediently trailed behind him as they walked out of the room.
Crona let her eyes take in the beauty of the school. There were a few windows at the ends of some halls; the view would have been beautiful if it wasn't looking out on the red sky and insanity engulfing Death City. So Crona kept her attention from the windows. She gazed into some of the tidy empty classrooms and wondered which one she would be in if she were accepted into the school. The only time Crona wasn't staring at everything was when they had to walk down a flight of stairs, which they had to do several times.
Suddenly, Sid cleared his throat and Crona set all of her attention back to him. Crona realized, when her chest clenched up, that she had a greater fear of Sid than she thought. Apparently when they were heading to meet Shinigami, she was so nervous and terrified, it masked over her true fear toward the blue man before her.
Sid finally spoke, "I'm not going to try small talk, that's not the type of man I was, but I will inform you some so that you're not lost."
He turned to peek at her. She nodded his approval, so he turned back around and went on, "I know this isn't necessary, but I do feel you should probably know. The reason I'm blue is because I'm a zombie." (This only increased Crona's fear.) "Anyways, you will be attending weekly classes because… well… everyone else will. With all the damage created, we can't have daily classes for a while, the staff will be busy trying to repair Death City with most of their time."
Sid pointed to a room to the left of them, "This will be your new classroom in a few days. Professor Stein teaches that class, so you'd better hope you have a strong stomach."
Class Crescent Moon. Crona put the name and location into memory. As they walked down more halls and down more stairs, Sid explained about what she would be doing at the school.
"On the same hall as your classroom, there is a bulletin board filled with missions." Though they were walking down flight of stairs now, it didn't slow down Sid. "When you take a mission, you go to the location it tells you, and take the Kishin egg's soul." He explained.
Crona nodded, listening to what Sid was saying, trying to remember it all. Because she was concentrating on Sid's words, she wasn't paying attention to where her feet were going on the stairs. Her foot slipped and she tripped a couple stairs. Catching herself on the metal rail, she steadied her breathing. Suddenly, she was in a hall very different from the others, the walls and floor were all stone, and it was only lit by the torches on each of the sides of the walls. Crona followed Sid fearfully, wondering what dark evil place she was being sent to.
Sid stopped in front of a steel metal door and turned to her, opening it wide and gestured inside. Crona peered inside the room. A window showed the deep red sky above, and there was actually furniture instead of the usual empty space that consisted of her room back with Medusa. A bed was pressed up against he wall; with blankets and pillows, there was a dresser on the opposite wall; which was near a sink with a small mirror above it. Crona tried not to think of what Shinigami had said about all the mirrors.
"I know it's not much," Sid said from behind her, "but it's better than nothing. Anyway, I'll leave."
Crona turned to him as he was about to walk out he door.
"Oh, wait!" he exclaimed.
Taking a few steps to Crona with his long strides, he pulled something out of his pocket, and handed it to her.
"Here you go." He said.
Crona gazed at the black pen in her palm. Looking up, she seemed to ask her question with her expression.
"To fill out the information sheet." Sid explained.
Crona nodded without saying a word and watched Sid leave the room. When he was gone, she ignored the bed and sat in the corner. She put the papers on her lap; they were slightly crumpled from clenching them tightly the whole time she and Sid were walking, and raised the black pen to the first blank.
Sid walked the hall that led down to Shinigami's Death Room. Upon reaching the door, he lifted his hand to knock on the door lightly with his knuckles.
"Come in," Shinigami said from behind the closed door.
Sid entered, walking down the path of guillotines to reach the shinigami. Upon reaching him, Sid saw that to the side of Shinigami, there was a floor speaker the size of an individual school desk. Taped to the side of the speaker was something that looked like a thermometer. Shinigami looked at Sid and Sid stared up into the mask that hid a face beneath it.
"What are those things by you and the pen for?" Sid questioned very straight forward.
Shinigami sighed, "My, Sid. Mustn't need to be so serious."
Sid merely stood silently, "I just want to know what thing is now in possession of that kid. There could be a bomb in it, for all I know, and those can be the devices to set it off." Sid said pointing to the objects beside Shinigami.
"I'd never do anything to such a poor soul!" Shinigami objected, "The pen is a microphone and censor."
Sid set his eyes to the objects, "Those are the things that monitor them?"
"Hai," Shinigami responded, "With that pen we can listen with this speaker here, and the censor will be able to see how far into insanity the child is using the meter.
"The kid has been through a lot, I would think that the insanity level would be high even with out the Kishin reviving." Sid said, "We probably need to be careful with it, we probably need to help it as well."
"I want to see if spending time with Maka and her friends will help the child. I also need to be wary, I'm not sure whether it has any plans." Shinigami explained.
"So we need to keep an eye on it either way is basically what you're saying." Sid guessed.
"Yes, that child will be watched over carefully. With both positive and negative intentions."
Name: Crona Makenshi Gorgon. Parents'/Guardians' names: Medusa Gorgon. Address: Shibusen Cell Room #27.
Crona filled in the blanks on the information sheet she had to fill out. Some of them she wondered what to put like in the contacts list and phone number, but she answered most of the questions quite easily. Gender: Female. Meister or Weapon: Meister. In the medical records, some of the blanks were easy. Crona had all her shots, Medusa played as a nurse after all. Though, there was one blank that made her hesitate.
Blood Type.
Crona blinked and stared, wondering what she should do. She didn't know what her blood type was; it wasn't regular blood that's for sure. Putting the pen to her lips, she thought of what to put. After some silence in thought, Crona finally gave up and scrawled the only thing she could think of to put in the blank.
Blood Type: Ragnarok
Other than that one hesitance, the others were simple to fill in. Upon reaching the last blank to be filled in, Crona read the sentence with care.
I, (signature), agree to stay loyal to Shinigami-sama, and will take the souls of kishin eggs and witches only, no other.
Crona wrote her name in the large space, putting in each letter neatly, signing with her true loyalty into the promise. Crona relaxed the pencil in her hand, the papers were filled, she hoped that she would be able to go to the school with Maka and try to love o a normal life, but she knew that was a hard wish to fulfill. Crona looked up at the window and stared at the sky. There was no moon, which made it hard to tell whether it was night or not, but Crona knew it was well into the late night. Crona decided that she should go to sleep, so she set the pen and papers on her new dresser (well, new to her), and curled up into a ball. Crona was curious why Ragnarok hadn't said a word since they were at Shinigami's "office". She tried to feel what was wrong with him through her thoughts. Crona realized immediately that he was exhausted because he did not insult her for worrying too much when checking in on him.
For the first time, Crona felt pity for her small partner. She knew that Ragnarok didn't want to be trapped inside of her as black blood. Crona wondered how Ragnarok was before he was melted down; she knew he was once a regular weapon before. Sadly, she wished Ragnarok could have his past life back, and be able to be free to make his own decisions. Though he did bully and harass her, he usually did what she said. Especially while in battle he listened loyally, fought to keep her alive, and shouted motivations while fighting. He always kept her hope alive, saying that she could defeat anyone who crossed her; he believed in her, the only time he doubted and bullied her in battle was when she was in danger of dieing.
Sighing, Crona buried her head in her arms and closed her eyes. Worn out and breathing deeply, she tried to lull herself to sleep, wishing that she would wake up to a better tomorrow, trying not to think about what had happened.