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Sincerly, Cristian-King

Prologue 1...The Sewn Crow and the Black Dove

The over hanging moon shone brightly overhead, it's bloody white teeth gleaming. Below the evil moon was a city and in that city was a teenager chasing a man. It wasn't a desperate chase. The teen, who seemed about fifteen years old, was calm and collect, sure that he'd catch his target. He wore a brown hoodie, the chest open showing black shirt with a skull on th right breast. He wore a pair of blue jeans, with stitch designs around the knees, and a pair of white and black sneakers. His blonde hair was cut short and he watch everyone of his target's movements with his light blue eyes.

The man ahead of his wielded a bloody machete. His face was mashed up looking, like someone used too much clay, and looked angry. His clothing stained with crusty blood. "Go away, yea' Shibusen bastard!" He yelled.

"Now, Alice!" The man's pursuer yelled.

From the rooftops a figure jumped out of the shadows and dived at the man. Then, before she made contact with the man, she turned into a corseque. But at the last second the man jumped back, and the corseque drove into the hard concrete.

Although when the man jumped back the boy was there. He planted his feet solidly on the ground and grabbed the man's shirt. "Soul Menace!" He yelled out and sent the man flying like a pinwheel and the man smacked against the wall of a nearby building. "Gotcha'," the boy said and walked towards the corseque. He gripped the pole of the weapon and gave it a subtle yank and it came out of the ground ripping some concrete away in the process. "Soul ninety-seven comin' right up." He said. "Isn't that right, Alice?" He asked and the spear transformed into a girl.

Alice was a cute and petite looking girl. She wore a long white coat with fur along the neck and zipper and an orange skirt, along with a pair of black stockings with dark purple stripes. A black hair pin, which had a skull design on it. Her long black hair swept along the fur. She looked to be about fourteen or fifteen, though she had a small bust. Her favorite white sneakers, which had small black skulls tinted with gold on the tongues, kicked at the ground. "Yep," she said sweetly to the teen her grey eyes gleaming. Then she looked at the man and her expression changed to hate, and her eyes seemingly turned black. "Now let's get this done, Crow." Alice said to the teen, Crow.

Crow held out his hand, with the other in the hoodie's pockets, and nodded. "Let's," he said. Then Alice grabbed his hand and Alice turned back into a corseque. Crow pointed the tip of the corseque's spear, with the two blade on the side branching out. "Machete Johnson, you are guilty of the murder of innocent souls. I will now purify your soul, in the name of Lord Shinigami." He said. In an instant he was next to Johnson. "Paa ja armo," Crow said and before Johnson could react the corseque's sharp blades cut the man in half.

Both pieces of the murderer disappeared in a red and black swirl until it stopped, forming an ugly red and black orb. Crow let go of the corseque and it turned back into Alice. She took the soul and, in one gulp, ate it. Alice stroked her throat and smiled, looking at Crow. "Number ninety-seven, down," she said.

Crow shoved his hands in his hands into his pockets and shrugged nonchalantly. "Guess so. Now just two more souls and then one witch soul and boom." He nodded at Alice and smiled. "Death Scythe." He nodded towards a nearby store, the clean windows gleaming with their reflection. "We should report to Shinigami-sama."

"Um, yeah," Alice said and inched herself behind Crow. "You do it. He scares me." She said.

"Everyone scares you, Alice." Crow said but didn't protest. He walked over to the window and breathed on it, condensation forming on the window. He quickly wrote in the condensation, 42-42-564. Once the numbers were on the window an image appeared. There was a figure in the image. His bouncy looking body pure black with a skull mask where his face should be.

"Hello, hello. How's it going? Crow? manquer Alice?" Shinigami said, his tone playful.

"Hello, sir. corseque meister Crow reporting" Crow said.

"He-hello, Seigneur Shinigami, Demon Corseque Alice reporting. And you don't need to call me manquer. It...it makes me uncomfortable." She said, squirming behind Crow.

"Sorry peu Alice..."

"That makes me really uncomfortable." She protested.

"But I really want to practice my French." Shinigami said.

" need to practice French and you were around around the time it was being created." Crow asked, his right eyebrow twitching slightly.

Shinigami nodded. "Yep." He said.

There was a long awkward silence before Crow continued. "Anyway, Shinigami-sama, we've successfully captured our ninety-seventh soul. And will shortly be returning to Shibusen." Crow said.

"Okay, okay. Actually wait, I have an assignment for the two of you." Shinigami said.

Crow frowned. "An assignment, sir? Why don't you just have Spartoi deal with it?" He asked.

"Spartoi is currently on a much needed break, after defeating the Kishin and all." Shinigami said. "So I need my most elite single teams at this, 'kay."

"Understood, Shinigami-sama. So what's the job." Crow asked.

"There's a small village in southern China that has been experiencing...problems."

"Problems, sir?" Crow said his eyebrow arching up in curiosity.

"Yes. It seems there's a demon, though we suspect something less, killing the villagers and eating their souls. We would like you and Alice to deal with it." Shinigami said. "You will report to the village immediately. You will also be accompanied by C.J. Graham and Mors Machet along with Zato Eli Eaton and Remmy Ton." Shinigami said.

"Okay, Shinigami-sama, we'll get right on it. Meister Crow and weapon Alice out." Crow said and the image disappeared. "Let's go, Alice. C.J.'ll be pissed if we're late." Crow said and began walking away.

"Yeah," Alice said and jogged after him.