Glammie: Merry Christmas! And to be politically correct, Happy Holidays!

Bill: Felt in the write-y mood?

Glammie: I needed to find something that fills the void of not having school.

Bill: Yeah, is that why this a day early?

Glammie: Pretty much.

Bill: How was going Christmas caroling with your dance class students?

Glammie: As stressful as actual dance class.

Bill: Well, I'll just make myself do the disclaimer. Glammiegirl328 does not own Soul Eater.

Glammie: But, I do wish you all a happy and safe holiday. Also, to my new readers, this is a sequel. If you haven't read, the Kishin Formally Known as Asura, then you need to. P.S. Happy Birthday to the Kishin Formally Known as Asura.

Prologue

Isn't it funny how a couple small steps could be the deciding factor in whether the people you love live or die. I decided that it was complete and utter bullshit. My legs aren't strong, I'm not swift, and I can only run in small bursts of energy. My adrenaline is the only thing pulling me forward. That and sheer will power. I needed to save him, save them, and most importantly wake myself up from this nightmare.

It was funny that a couple years ago I was planning to be a blushing bride. I had a bright future ahead of me and a great family. My life went back to being simple and normal.

Wait, who am I kidding, normal? I fight monsters for a living, I turn into a weapon, and my fiance is the ex god of insanity. Normal does not describe my life.

I guess you guys are wondering why I'm running and what is going on, but I've decided to Tarantino it. So back to the main issue at hand.

It seems I had finally reached him. Something was off about him, but I couldn't tell from so far away. I ran a bit closer until I could see his face. I noticed it.

His eyes.

He turned to me, lifted his hand, smirked...

"Arusa stop! "

And sent a blast right towards me.

And then my world went black.

Extras:

Glammie: Ok, short prologue, but I should have a full chapter soon. I hope you guys like it.

Bill: Oh and by the way for those who don't know who Taratino is, you should be ashamed of yourself (jk). But seriously, he is the director of one of Glamm's favorite movies.

Glammie: Kill Bill.

Bill: Seriously, I'm a bit offended at your choice in movies.

Glammie: Aww get over it.

Bill: Roll over shoutouts:

Hatter Quicktype: Omg, thanks again for your wonderful reviews. I was a bit skeptical about putting out the one-shot, but I guess it was ok. Thank you again.

Bill: Hey, Glamm, you know what you need?

Glammie: What?

Bill: Some cover art for your stories.

Glammie: But, I'm not good at drawing anime.

Bill: Well find someone who is. In the meantime, you should make you stories stand out.

Glammie: Whatevs. Please review you guys, it'll make this old woman so happy.

Bill: You're only 17!