I do not own Soul Eater or any of its characters just the story and my OCs
In hindsight, none of this was ever a great idea. When it came down to it, it was obvious to him that this could never have worked out the way he wanted it to. Now here he was: slumped against the wooden door of a dark room, hoping that his best friend wouldn't find him. How did he get to this point you ask? It all started when he was introduced to him in the first place.
This was back when the world was in a time of great chaos. Witches were ravaging human villages, humans took part in great wars that lasted eternities, and sin reigned like a plague across nations. So it was no surprise that in the midst of all uncertainty, organizations were built to bring order. However, it was not long before these groups began to compete and feud. This competition caused a new type of chaos different than any other that existed in the past. Groups such as Arachnophobia were created to spite the Witch Order. Small groups of humans banded together to fight witches who attacked their villages- but these groups were easily destroyed. Soon, a new faction was created to protect humans that were harmed by the witches who sought control and power- a faction of only four at the time.
The Grim Reaper, the god of death, was deemed leader of the new organization and introduced members such as: Black Mass who possessed ability beyond any form of human comprehension, Eibon who was a wizard and scholar who devoted himself to the creation of magic tools, and Excalibur who possessed the ability to become a weapon- a sword that gave great power to whoever had great patience. Although vastly diverse in nature The Great Old Ones worked in harmony. The Black Mass was left alone as it desired unless needed on a mission to destroy a coven or two. Eibon often studied Excalibur- curious to see how he was able to transform and to see if it were possible to recreate his abilities. Excalibur didn't mind; despite the wizard not paying him much mind, he had someone to share stories with. Even Eibon and Lord Death got along in spite of the Grim Reaper not agreeing with most of the other's experiments.
And as The Great Old Ones made progress in their goal to protect the humans from witches, they also made progress on the subject of making enemies. Not long after the founding of The Great Old Ones the spider witch and leader of the organization Arachnophobia, Arachne, became interested in the group- specifically the research regarding Excalibur and transforming weapons. And so Arachnophobia added the defenders of humanity to their long list of enemies.
One fateful day, Arachne's spiders surged Eibon's office while they were out on a mission and read through all of the research concerning the creation of human-weapon hybrids. Much to the confusion of the four, this robbery was followed by years of silence from the organization- almost as if it vanished from existence.
It was later discovered that kidnapped orphans were connected to experiments Arachne was performing on how to use Eibon's research to create a weapon of her own. For years she tried to use magic and potions and other means to try to make these weapons- but soon she was left with no choice but to follow the means given to her in Eibon's papers. She would have to murder and use the soul of a witch to combine a human and weapon. From the moment she made her first successful weapon, she was no longer a nuisance to the Witch Order, but a heretic, traitor, and a monster. As the successful weapon children grew older, the defected children became less and less of use. Some stayed with the organization despite foul treatment, some went off to live normal lives. Three of these experimental mishaps joined The Great Old Ones in the growing faction of The Warlords. The names of these members were Isla, Willow, and Gamma. Isla was a shapeshifter, successful in the ability to transform into something she was not but unsuccessful when it came to the subject of the crucial part of weaponhood. Willow and Gamma had the confusing ability to fuse together into a single entity, this reflected what would later be known as soul resonance- something that at this time was yet to be discovered.
Although it was no secret that The Warlords hated Arachne and her organization- this was especially true after the incident of the demon weapons. However, as much as the faction despised the witch and her followers, they decided against joining the war between Arachnophobia and the Witch Order. Because of this, however, Arachne was given the impression that The Warlords were weak. And so began the ultimate game of tug of war, with Arachnophobia stealing Eibon's magic tools and the Warlords finding the current location of Arachne's headquarters and retrieving the stolen items.
Nonetheless, The Grim Reaper believed that they must prove to the world their authority and power. Lord Death was more focused on the idea that Arachnophobia perceived them as weak. This caused him to obsess over ways that he, the leader of The Warlords, could be without weakness- without fear. The Great Old One of Power would often warn the reaper of his naivety, saying that if he were to somehow separate his fears from himself it would only lead to devastation. Death did listen in the beginning but then became determined. He knew that he was never going to heed the warning of his cohort. That very decision led to the creation of the first Demon Sword and Kishin. However, that is how this story ends and not at all how it begins. In order to become the perfect god and leader of humanity, Lord Death realized that he would have to separate the fragment of his soul that gave him fear. This fragment he would call his son. This fragment he would call Asura.
Years later, Arachnophobia and The Warlords were still at odds. And although Death would never directly align himself with a witch he could still use some to get information...
"Arachnophobia has it." The witch, Rowena's dark eyes peeked through her raven hair. She tugged her arm away from her younger sister, Claudia's, grip. The younger of the two was still fearful of being near the Grim Reaper, but the secrets they collected were valuable and Death was yet to throw away such informative allies. The girls hadn't been informants long, but they were quite valuable ones due to their placement in witch society and their ties witch the Arachne.
"I figured that much. Do you know any specifics?" The reaper bellowed as his eyes narrowed through his skull mask.
"Baba Yaga castle is currently located one day west from the city by foot." The older witch spoke simply as the other began reaching for her sister's sleeve once again. Claudia, being the meeker of the sisters, had begged the other to not involve them with the warlords, but to no avail. Now, she stood beside Rowena quivering with fear as the other dispatched secrets that were never meant to be spoken.
"Is there any more information you are willing to give?"
"It is being guarded by the EWU in the furthest corridor on the east block."
"EWU? Who are they?"
"The Elite Weapon Unit made up of the first batch of successful weapon experiments. I would suggest-" The smaller witch spoke before she found herself getting an elbow in her side by her older sister. Rowena's eyes told Claudia that she was not meant to disclose that information with the reaper, and so she sunk back into a slouch and allowed her sister to do the talking. In the younger witch's mind she was only trying to be useful and as her sister at taught her: useful means survival. From the perspective the of witch Claudia, if Rowena was the one with the valuable information then she was disposable to the reaper. However, as it turned out, she wasn't good at talking. Especially under the pressure of the current situation. And so, as it always seemed to be, her older sister should take the lead since she knew what can and cannot be said in order to keep them alive.
Death, however, stood silent for a moment as if he was waiting for the witch to continue. Advice from Claudia could prove to be useful, after all, the enemy previously mentioned was a new one and if it was unknown to the warlords. If the warlords did not know what they were up against, how could they possibly succeed? Yet, as time dragged on, the younger witch never uttered another word. Realizing they had nothing further to say, or rather nothing further that they were willing to disclose, he let out a sigh and motioned for the two witches to leave. He didn't enjoy working with the likes of them but they were compliant and useful on most occasions. After all, when it came to the war against witches, it seemed the only way to win was to have witches on your side as well. A prime example of that very fact was the knowledge of this group of weapons.
As the witches left they passed two warriors who had recently returned from a mission as seen by their dirtied and bloody skin and clothing. One was a large woman with a muscular build and long dark hair. Her most notable attribute, however, would be her four eyes and arms. They had heard of her, of course, two mistakes in an attempt to create a weapon. The joined souls of the warlords known as Gamma and Willow. The other was a boy, he was tall and lanky with hair that fell over his three eyes. He was the son of the Grim Reaper, the fragment of his soul that embodied fear. Claudia squeezed her sister's arm tight as the warriors stared back at them and even Rowena felt the need to walk faster. Although they had just given their leader valuable information they knew they should not overstay their welcome. And so they snatched their broomsticks and flew off.
"Back to Arachnophobia, no doubt." The fusion named Ambrosia stated as they both approached Death.
"What did those witches say?" Asura questioned, eyeing the witches suspiciously with dread flaring in his fiery red eyes.
"Insight on the magic tool," Death stated simply, "and the existence of a trained group of weapons and meisters. It would seem that the tool is being guarded by them until Arachnophobia puts it to use. We must retrieve it from them before they can-"
"Before they can what?" called out the voice of another warrior, Isla, as she ran to meet the others. Sucking in a deep breath, she stood beside Asura who stared down at her with wide apprehensive eyes. The young woman brushed her salt and pepper hair away from her now serious face. She was noticeably shorter than others in the room, yet she stood tall compared to them. Ambrosia, being a combination of two in Isla's opinion should not be considered tall. And as for Asura, his meek demeanor made him appear much smaller than he truly was.
"Perhaps you should attempt to make it here on time," Ambrosia commented with a small huff. The fusion crossed two arms over her chest and placed the others on her hips.
"Unlikely," Isla heard Asura mutter under his breath, causing her to playfully punch him in the arm. A little to forcefully as it would seem because in reaction the young reaper snatched his arm in his own hand and shot her a daggered look. The shorter of the two simply laughed before unapologetically stepping into line with the others.
"Behave yourselves," Ambrosia spoke authoritatively before Death had the chance to reprimand them himself. She placed one of her hands on the bridge of her nose and she shook your heads, "You need to stop behaving like children."
Asura's face contorted into one of confusion and offense and he stared up at the fusion, "Who me? She hit me not the other way around!"
"All of you need to shut up and listen to your assignment!" Bellowed Death, prompting the three warlords to draw their attention back to their intended subject: their leader. The Grim Reaper assumed his authoritative position in the mists of the silence and began to explain the information disclosed to him previously by Rowena and Claudia. At the mention of the new 'Elite Weapons' Death's employee's face shown the similar shock that the reaper had felt.
"Uh,- sir?..." Ambrosia started before realizing that she should have asked permission to speak and instead cleared her throat. When the eyes of her coworkers fell onto her and the voice of her leader ceased she felt that now she was giving plausible permission of voice her thoughts and continued, "You said that this unit has weapons and meisters- what we don't know is the level of their skill and therefore we have no way to tell what we are up against. What I'm asking is that… Did the witches give you more information than what you are disclosing to us?"
"They did say that this unit is made from the first batch of fully functioning weapons," Death explained, Ambrosia and Isla hid a mutual look of inadequacy on their face. He continued, moving on to a discussion about what the next course of action should be and the involvement of the three of them, "As I've already disclosed with the three of you, this unit is guarding the stolen magic tool."
The thick layer of silence blanketed the area like snow covering a rabbit hole in the winter. indicated that the warriors understood the points he was trying to make. And so, the reaper pressed on, "I fear Arachnophobia wants is to antagonize both Eibon and myself so instead of going myself I will be entrusting the task of retrieving the tool to the three of you."
"Yes, sir!" Isla almost shouted as a wild grin tugged at her cheeks. She would often become overexcited after hearing that she- although among others- was chosen for a mission of high importance. However, one could assume that the others were not quite as amused with shapeshifter girl's antics.
The others simply nodded to show that they understood their mission. "Alright then," The Reaper said, "travel arrangements will be made to take you west to the castle. I hope to see you all back with the tool."
"Yes, sir." They all said in unison- all with varying degrees of care.
Deep within Baba Yaga Castle, The Elite Weapon Unit sat around in a room that was empty besides the tool, one couch, and themselves. The group consisted of six weapons and four meisters, and all appeared spiritless and disinterested from doing nothing but sitting around and staring at the tool for hours.
"This is pointless!" a weapon who called himself Giriko questioned, "We should be out there fighting the damn reaper, not sitting in a room locked away."
He slouched and crossed his large arms over his chest as he tried not to keep his red hot rage for escaping, best not to get Mosquito too exasperated or else he'd saunter off and snitch to the spider witch. The chainsaw weapon was their leader, after all, so he was meant to be responsible. But how was one meant to be so calm and collected when they were just sitting around doing nothing? As weapons, he and the others were designed specifically for battle- not for simple jobs like babysitting.
"As Arachne seems to assume," answered another weapon named Vajra who stretched at his arms over his head as he went on, "it might just grow legs and walk away."
At first, everyone chuckled in response, but then that's exactly what happened. From the sphere sitting in front of them, four pegs sprouted from its bottom and it began to scurry away.
Suddenly, the entire group turned to the dark-skinned boy with accusing glares. His meister, a girl named Dorabella, spoke up in her usual sarcastic outrage whenever a situation like this occurred, "Vajra! How dare you disrespect the name of our lovely ruler? What gives you the right? We have been asked with a mission and now this is all your fault"
The group got to their feet almost in unison and began their new objective: trap the tool.
The tool scuttled across the carpeting toward the large metallic doors that lead to the rest of the castle. Somehow, it seemed, this object knew it was being held captive and was trying to escape. A meister named Balthazar told his weapon, Nicolae, to transform who complied and took the form of a scythe. Balthazar held the blade in front of the door, blocking the tool's only exit. The tool retracted it's legs and began rolling along to the floor toward Giriko's feet. In order to prevent being knocked over the man jumped back onto the couch. Vajra and Dorabella both dived to the ground for the tool. The tool narrowly escaped causing the meister and weapon pair's heads to collide. The two fell back rubbing their heads in pain.
The tool rolled toward the wall before it's legs sprouted back from its circular body. The creature began scurrying up the wall like a spider, the unit could hear the suctions of its feet as it scampered up toward the ceiling. All at once the group realized: it was going toward the vent.
"Queenie! Oswald!" Giriko demanded as he stood from the plush surface of the couch, "Hit the damn thing down!"
The two meisters nodded and called to their weapons. Queenie was a rabbit witch with long upright ears with a boomerang named Sinclair as her weapon. Oswald's weapons were the twins Bow and Arrow who were called after the weapons they were. In a flash of light, the three humans became weapons as their meisters focused on their task. Almost in competition, the two began trying to hit the tool from the ceiling and onto the ground while the rest of the group held up their arms below the commotion to catch the tool once it fell.
Suddenly, Sinclair cracked against the tool and it plummeted into the chest of Vajra. He crashed onto the floor with it, holding it close to his body so it wouldn't escape.
"Get up," Dorabella instructed, "we have to secure the tool."
He did as she said, momentarily losing balance as the tool attempted to get away, but its efforts were worthless. He wouldn't get away as easily as he did the first time.
Dorabella seized the tool from her weapon's hands and called over Queenie to help her with a binding spell. The group made their way back to the couch and watched as the two witches spoke a spell under their breath while they both held to tool on either side. The sphere glowed blue and the two laid it gently on the table.
"There," Queenie said tugging at an ear as the two took their seats on the couch, "now it's cute lil' legs can't pop back out again."
"As long as Vajra doesn't make another comment that it won't" his meister commented as the group went back to blankly staring at the tool.
A/N: I decided to give this story another shot, I made quite a bit of changes. My plan to not go on a break or stop altogether is to have chapters prepared before I post them. For example, I have chapter 2ready to go and am working on the third. I hope you all enjoy! Let me know what you think!