"I wish she'd get her own body..." A girl with long, black hair that covered one of her green eyes sighed to herself as she walked, alittle lost, around Death City.
'Child. I gave birth to you, which was painful, you would at least show some respect like your onee-chan.'
"Urusai," She growled, "Onee-chan is weaker than me. She fears you.I see no respect in fearing someone."
'True, but she is more respectful than you.'
"Why the hell would I respect a dead witch like you?!"
'Because I can kill you-' She cut off as she was disconnected from the girl's soul, and forced out.
"Whatever." The girl picked up the snake that appeared and, her arm turning into a blade, cut the snake in half. "Die, mother, snake witch, Medusa." A floating purple soul appeared and she ate it. "Bleh, nasty, at least she won't come back." The girl fixed her knee-high boots, her black dog collar and walked into a crowd of people.