A/N: This Soul Eater fanfic is dedicated to Tailsdoll123.
I do not own Soul Eater, but I do own the Dark Rosary.
You'll see.
BTW, I made this story have a lot of description so that you guys can get a good grip on what the surroundings look like.
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This world is comprised of the good, the bad, and the between.
Sometimes, the good can become bad and the bad become good…
There are cases when the good turn bad against their will…same for the bad.
It was many years ago when the Kishin spreaded the madness across the face of the earth, and it was many years ago when Lord Death sealed him away by ripping off his skin and making a bag out of it.
Just before this sealing occurred, Asura had created something that would soon terrorize and spread madness across the land.
Fortunately, before he could even complete the ritual to create this…epitome of insanity, Lord Death sealed off Asura for good.
The weapon the Kishin was in the progress was making was soon chained up and placed in a holy cathedral where only ones with permission from Lord Death could entered.
Eight hundred years since that day…
If only during that time…
If only Lord Death could stop those two foolish people…
From inserting their daughter's dying soul into that empty weapon…
The beginning of the end…
Or is it the end of the beginning?
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A white-yet-grey abandoned cathedral lied in the middle of a forest of dead trees and shrubbery.
Not a single sound was heard in the forestry, except for the faint sound of an engine roaring—belonging to a motorbike.
Eight hundred years past as this ancient church was built and given the task to carry such a remarkable weapon.
The weapon Asura himself created those eight hundred years.
Why he created it, no one knows since he still was able to use Vajra even after consuming the weapon, but they couldn't take the chance of not taking extreme measures of sealing it up.
Unfortunately, an incident that occurred around fourteen years ago caused the seal to wear off because of two people that were killed by an unknown force when they sneaked into the cathedral for unknown reasons.
The holy church was the definition of creepiness for sure, since it was now thick in vines and crumbling away, and for the area it was in was now dark and freezing cold.
A village not too far away from this site reported to Lord Death in Death City that a few of their people left towards the direction of the holy temple, only to return with hostile souls.
Naturally, Lord Death dealt with the issue quickly, but with no one available at the moment, he only knew of two people to send on this mission…
At the bottom of the hill that held the holy shrine stood a meister and a weapon arriving on a motorbike, ready to retrieve the weapon that was needed by Lord Death.
A girl with sandy-blonde hair in pigtails wearing a trench coat over her uniform, Maka Albarn, with green eyes and a light complexion as her partner, Soul Eater, had short white hair with a headband and a jacket, jeans, and shoes with red eyes as dark as blood.
Maka wasn't so sure why she had accepted this sort of mission when their could have been other people suited for the job, but Soul was dead set on accomplishing it to…well, probably just shove it in Black*Star and Kid's faces—who were in fact already on a mission.
As Soul parked his motorbike next to a lifeless tree, Maka could only shiver as she got off the vehicle.
Why was she so scared?
Was it the temperature?
Her trench coat should cover that problem, of course.
Maybe…it's a sign of a bad omen… Maka thought as her green eyes trailed up the path leading to the cathedral.
"Hey, Soul…?" Maka spoke up as Soul finished up securing his motorbike and turned to the stone path that was coated in a thick layer of dead leafs and twigs.
"Hm?" Soul hummed, glancing at his book smart Meister as their feet stepped along the slightly wet dead leaf road.
"I think this is a bad idea…" Maka finished, giving him a serious look from her emerald orbs.
Soul could only chuckle, already thinking that his Meister was overreaction.
"Don't tell me you're scared, Maka," Soul snickered, amusement flickering in his cerise eyes. "How uncool…"
"I am not scared!" Maka protested, almost cringing as she heard her voice echoed throughout the silent forest.
Soul turned away from the flustered girl as he tried to hold in his laughter.
Maka Chop.
*POW!*
"A-Ah! Ow…" Soul groaned, rubbing his head that now held the large bump, which was emitting steam where the Maka Chop had hit.
"Let's go!" Maka barked, marching towards the cathedral, leaving her Weapon behind.
"Tch…alright," Soul said, standing straight with his hands in his pockets, walking after the pig-tailed blonde to where their destination was at.
The road to the entrance was no better than the dead-leaf road aligned with dead trees.
This path was clear—except for the dead trees being everywhere—but it was blood soaked from having dead, rotted animals everywhere, scattered across like yesterday's newspaper.
The stench was awful; exactly like a combination of sour milk, rotten eggs, Black*Star's gym socks, and stinky cheese.
Both Maka and Soul had to cover their nose with the sleeve of their coats, but it didn't help their gagging.
"Ugh! Oh, my god…" Soul gagged, walking much faster than his usual cool and collected pace, trying not to look at the maggot covered animals.
Maka followed after him, shutting her eyes in the process.
Yeah…it's much worse than smelling Black*Star's gym socks…blegh…
Tears were leaking from her eyes as the stench proved powerful enough to sting them.
'Why aren't we there yet?' Maka thought, having a slight coughing fit, the scent finding its way past her gloved hands and into her mouth.
It was as if the cathedral was moving away as they were getting closer.
"Finally," Soul's voice said all of a sudden and Maka bumped into his back, realizing that he had suddenly stopped walking.
Maka opened her eyes, despite them being incredibly watery and irritated.
She looked up to see the large wooden doors, trimmed with black steel, which kept all the cathedral's secrets within.
The handle was chained up by durable steel and a giant padlock.
Lord Death had the only key, and he gave it to Maka, of course.
"Remember, Soul, we have to find the sword that's chained up at the altar," Maka muffled under her hands. "We can't afford to fail this…"
"Whatever….so…uh…what kind of importance does that sword has?" Soul asked as he placed a hand on the door. "So important that he resorted to us teenagers of DWMA—?"
*KER-CHAK*
Soul jerked his hand away as the padlock loosened, released its bound, fell off, and the chains fell to the ground.
*CREE—EEAK*
The large doors slowly creaked open, causing them both to have a hitch in their throat.
Maka lowered her hands, mouth wide open, as she watched the doors fully open.
All of a sudden, as if by some hidden force, they were both pushed inside.
"!" They stumbled inside, now standing inside the church, dark as ebony, as the doors behind them quickly shut closed.
"What the fu…?" Soul trailed off, turning around and grabbed ahold of the cold door handles.
*RATTLE* *RATTLE* shook the doors.
It would not budge an inch.
At all.
"No good," Soul said, letting go of the handles. "We're going to have to find another way out."
Maka nodded. "For now, I think we should look for that weapon."
"What does Lord Death wants with an old sword?" Soul asked, quickly trying to divert his attention to his Meister instead of the fact that they were stuck inside a haunted holy temple.
All alone.
"Perhaps Lord Death worried of its potential danger?" Maka murmured as Soul patted his pockets for a spare flashlight he had brought. "I can't make out the details….all I know is…is that he needs it right away and that everyone else were unable to step in but us."
"…" Soul pulled out his flashlight from his back pocket and clicked it on. "Here we go."
"Let's go, Soul," Maka said with a confident smile on her pale face, all of her anxiety melting away from her heart as if the little source of light frightened away all the butterflies in her stomach. "The weapon should be at the altar."
Soul quickly pointed the flashlight at the base of the church, where a pedestal stood, displaying a large, yet narrow Crucifix.
The Dark Rosary, a beautiful white and lavender hued Crucifix sword, stood on the rosewood pedestal that was wrapped in a large mass of white and red roses.
Strong, sturdy steel chains bounded The Dark Rosary to where it was.
"That's it!" Maka suddenly called out, getting her Weapon's arm and began to walk towards the aisle surrounded by dark figures that faintly made out to be pews. "The Dark Rosary!"
"The Dark what?" Soul asked as they slowly moved down the aisle darkened by the night air.
"It's a weapon that was created many years ago, according to Lord Death," Maka explained as they trotted towards the aisle. "Apparently, its presence has been affecting the neighboring village responsible for replacing the flowers and candles daily quite badly."
"How badly?" Soul asked. "What kind of affect did this church have on them?"
"…a hostile one…" Maka replied, looking at him dead in the eyes. "As if someone were praying for their blood to boil."
As soon as they made past the first row of seats, all the candles that scattered across the room lit up.
"What the…" Soul said before his flashlight flickered off. "Oh, not cool, man!"
Soul sighed and merely pocketed the small silver flashlight as Maka checked her surroundings.
There were altars on both sides of the cathedral, made from silver. They looked small in the huge cathedral, but each must have been as large as the Deathbucks café back in the city.
Mounted on the walls and on the bishop-led' church's pillars, twenty feet off the marble floor, were life-sized statues of long-dead popes, cardinals, and other churchmen.
The main altar, way up in front, looked exactly like Lord Death, except he had been dipped in gold, and a sea of four-foot-tall candles surrounded the altar with as many baskets of flowers between them.
A pedestal stood in front, lavished with roses, where…
Maka's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, her small body shaking horrendously, as she stuttered.
"T-t-the…"
Soul turned to Maka, concern washing over his face as he walked in front of her and grabbed ahold of her shoulders.
"Maka, what's wrong?" Soul asked with sincere concern in both his eyes and his voice.
Maka trembled in her Weapon's grasp, her eyes looking past him.
"The…the weapon…"
Soul stopped and slowly turned his head around, looking straight at the main altar.
Soul's breath caught up in his throat as an eerie silence filled the well-lit church.
"The Dark Rosary's gone!"
"B-But it was there a second ago!" Maka sputtered, her eyes not believing this.
"Where could it have gone?" Soul said, his voice faltering.
"I didn't go anywhere…" A chilling, yet gentle voice said behind them.
They were suddenly forced to turn around by the same hidden force that forced them inside the church to see a girl with long black hair that reached her knees, darker than night, silver eyes that rival the moon's beauty, a small figure that matched Maka's, and wore strange clothes.
She wore a black leotard, a frilly white sweeper that reached above her mid-thighs over it, detached frilly sleeves that reached the tip of her fingers with black ribbons at the top, a white collar with a black ribbon, a large silver ribbon atop of her head, silver earrings, and black Mary Jane shoes with a two inch heel.
They could clearly see silver bat wings on the girls back.
She was cute, in both their eyes, but they couldn't shake the feeling that she wasn't exactly human.
"Dark Rosary is right here…" She said, her emotionless eyes looking at them.
Maka was utterly shocked for words.
This girl was the Dark Rosary?
Soul, breaking the ice, asked, "You're the Dark Rosary?"
"Yes…I am the Dark Rosary…" The girl nodded. "She has no other name…so she goes by the name Dark Rosary."
Maka felt her heart grow sympathy for the girl, but she shoved them away, believing this girl was evil, and that she was responsible for making peaceful souls turn into dangerous hostile ones.
"By the orders of the DWMA, we're here to bring you to Lord Death to seal you up—for good!" Maka said with depth in her voice.
The girl clasped her hands and put it on her heart.
"Dark Rosary doesn't understand…seal me up…for good?" The girl asked, confused.
"That's right! You turned innocent souls into evil, hostile ones!" Maka said. "You have no idea how busy the teachers at DWMA are just to turn them back to normal!"
The girl's eyes widened, as if someone had stabbed her in the back.
"Dark Rosary did nothing! She swears by the Crucifix that she has done nothing wrong!" The girl said, worked up…slightly.
"Oh yeah? Then tell us why the villagers nearby come here—only to leave with hostile souls?" Soul asked, irritated at her 'innocent getup'.
"Dark Rosary never did anything to anybody…" The girl said, tears forming in the corner of her eyes. "All she can do is sit on the pedestal and watch in silence…"
Maka and Soul were both utterly surprised by her sincere honesty, but they kept a straight face as they dealt with her.
"Even if you did nothing to them, you still have to go to Lord Death and be sealed up," Maka said, walking over to her and placed a hand on the girl's fragile shoulder.
The girl flinched, as if this was the first time someone had touched her in years, before relaxing.
"Dark Rosary…hasn't been touched in years…" She whispered.
"Hm?" Maka asked, not quite catching that. "Did you say something?"
"…Dark Rosary will go with you…" The girl said. "You can take Dark Rosary to Lord Death…"
Soul sighed, running his fingers with his right hand as he stuffed his left into his pocket. "Finally, something going our way today…"
Soul and Maka stood on either side of the girl, leading her out of the church.
When they came out, the dead bodies of maggot-infested animals were gone, along with the blood-soaked ground, and dead leaves and twigs.
Although the dead trees were still there, the area looked better already.
Soul and Maka were speechless as the girl trembled slightly.
She had never been outside in around fourteen years.
Of course she was scared, but she somehow felt that these two that were taking her to Lord Death would protect her.
They led her down the hill and now stood in front of the motorbike.
"…" The girl looked at the motorbike as if she had no clue what it was.
Soul got on with Maka right behind him.
"Sit down behind me," Maka said, turning her head to the girl.
The girl looked at the small space on the motorbike and deemed it dangerous.
"No…Dark Rosary will fly and follow…" The girl said, her silver bat wings fluttering lightly.
"Fine…but if you try to leave…" Soul grunted, as he revved the motorbike twice before driving off down the road that would lead them back to Death City.
The girl's wings suddenly enlarged and she floated off the ground and flew after them.
Maka and Soul watched in amazement as the girl flew above them.
Why was this girl following them so willingly?
Who is she?
What is she?
Is she a friend?
Or is she a foe?
Those were the questions that filled both Maka and Soul's mind as they drove through the forest and into the desert, the girl flying beside them.
XX (Back at the Cathedral) XX
The large wooden doors were tightly shut when both Maka and Soul took the Dark Rosary away.
They had taken her away for her being the one responsible for changing the lives of the villagers who lived nearby.
Of course, they didn't know that someone was actually behind it.
"They took away the Dark Rosary…hmph!"
The doors creaked open as a woman wearing strange clothing that had the motif of a koi fish.
"Nonononononononononononono, that is nooooooooot good!"
The girl then raised her hands, materializing a large koi fish, and jumped onto it.
"I cannot and will not let them have it!" She said as the fish flew off into the sky.
"I worked too hard to lose it now!"
XX (To be continued) XX
A/N: And done!
Whoo! I call that my best work yet!
Okay, next chapter, you can ask the Dark Rosary questions!
I'd like you to either PM me or review with your question.
I'd think I'd like to have at least three to five reviews if possible.
See you soon!