My name is Jane Ray, the Witch who fell in love with a God. He who is bound to live a life of centuries along side me, who brought color back into the drained world that I had lived in for so long. Yes, admittedly, despite being the Coven's princess, I handed my heart to the very man destined to keep it from beating. Though, the world has a funny way of working things, and in time he became my best friend, and my partner.
The God of death, fell in love with me, a witch who carries life in her very existence; the witch with the power of resurgence, and regeneration. Brining life to those wrongly taken from this world, and healing those who suffered great trauma. It seems all far to cliché for my taste, but I won't deny the truth of the situation. After all, life and death have been in love for longer than we have had words to describe.
And this was many years in the making. From the day I was born, according to the story the original Shinigami told. Death protected Life, just like he protected me, from the time I was only a few hours old. Nulling me back to sleep through a mirror, only to never see me again; he was only a year old and a half, then. But, when the image of me crying appeared on that glass, he took his first steps. All to hush me back into a peaceful sleep.
Years crawled by for me, then. And I grew up as any witch would. Learning to control my occasionally destructive tendencies. I became the protégée child; the child of one of the most powerful witches of all times. The child of the very witch who sealed our world away from the cruel world of the humans, and Death. Though, it was apparent to many, including myself, that I was an odd child. A scientific miracle.
To some, like my mother, I was the key to a new world. To others, I was the downfall to the world we knew so well. But the day I held up my scythe, I was sealed away for my own protection. A demon weapon, by far the most taboo thing to reside in the Witches' Realm. Several witches attempted to do away with me, with no prevail. As the years stretched on, I began to blossom into a familiar face. Entering my teen years, I became a book carrying rebel. Sneaking to and from the tower meant to protect me in seek for knowledge; in seek of understanding just what I was.
A hyrbid. A witch who held the activating gene of a weapon. It didn't take long for me to stumble across the books mother kept on Death's academy. A school where weapons like me were trained to kill evil spirits, and consume a soul of a witch.. like me. In order to become a 'complete' demon weapon, or 'Death Scythe', a weapon must consume ninety nine souls, and one witch soul. Then, and only then, would their powers be completely fulfilled.
Immediately, I requested entrance into the academy. Every member of the Order was struck in aghast and terror as I requested to be enrolled into the very school that seemingly existed to drive us extinct. After months of consideration, a contract was signed. I was enrolled into the academy shortly after; the only ones to know I was a witch was the Shinigami, his son, and a select few staff members. I was placed under the protection of a young man, who's face was the first I saw upon arrival, and whose eyes mesmerized me. The same boy who had hushed me to sleep; though we didn't know the story until years later. The heir of the Shinigami. Death, protecting life.
My cover didn't last long. After receiving a fatal blow from a venomous foe, the son of the current Shinigami flatlined. By this time, I had already accepted my fate. And something about his breaths ceasing caused my heart to drop from my chest. As our enemy fled with a victory, I rushed to aid him. Releasing my Soul Protect had alerted every Meister in the city that I was there. Even those with no perception of souls could feel my presence. I remember grasping to his body, casting a powerful spell that should have killed me. I remember our lips grazing as I pushed the life in my body to his, and then I remember darkness.
I woke from the coma a few weeks later, bearing a golden eye identical to the male's that I had successfully saved. The school's professor ran test, and observed me through and through. His final conclusion? I had absorbed the shattered piece of my companions soul, leaving me to forever bear a part of him wherever I went. However, while his soul had healed over the part of mine he received in return, my didn't. My soul couldn't over come the fragment of a God's soul. I didn't mind, but he threw a fit over my eyes no longer matching.
Time continued onward as usual. Fighting of foes as the came and went. Though it wasn't as clean as I would have hoped. Our venomous enemy from before was far from done with us. Driving each of us to the brink of madness, and leaving us with scars we would forever bear. Scars that not even my own magic could fix.
Years scattered onward, and our lives grew more hectic, though we never lost sight of each other. The younger Shinigami, Kid, had stepped up after his fathers passing. Becoming the new God of death. The completion of his lines of Sanzu was bitter sweet. We had united our people, received a final blessing from his father, and experienced the beginning of a new era. But at such a young age, his father had vanished from the world with no trace. Until this day, I can see the pain in his eyes when he looks into a mirror. But I have faith that in time, I can heal even that.
For years, everything went extraordinary. A few minor bumps in the road but nothing we couldn't handle together. We always spoke of a new enemy rising, as one always did, but it always seemed like childs play. We became accustomed to the peace, to winning. Our friends had grown up, and so had we— the announcement of our betrothal was hardly a surprise to our long time friends. We all successfully graduated with honor and pride in our alma mater, as all students do. Then the day came when we all went our separate ways.
Maka and Soul are now stationed in Europe; Soul finally patched things up with his brother during a short stay in Italy. It was nice to hear that my adoptive family was back in one piece; after all I was an Evans by name.
Black Star, Angela, and Tsubaki we're stationed in Asia. Turns out, the branch of the academy is now specializing in the training of witches to be less destructive thanks to Kim. Jackie had of course tagged along with her long time companion.
Ox, Harvard, Killik, Fire, and Thunder traveled toward South America. Tezca was enthused to have the company, and by this time next year, is expected to retire.
Kid, the Thompson sisters, and I all remained in Nevada, but we did pay a few trips to visit our friends from time to time. But as I said: we became too accustomed to the peace. None of us expected an attack, none of us were prepared for the day the academy crumbled. It seemed impossible. But that night, and even the next morning, we were pulling bodies from the rubble. I healed as many as I could before my own body felt as if it we're going to deteriorate. Our medical teams aided those who had the possibility of surviving, and our recovery team stayed with those we we're unable to save until they passed— taking final request and wishes. It was the darkest day in Academy history.
With the aid of the witches, we cleared the rubble from the city. We held a memorial for the lives we couldn't save, and laid the unknown victims to rest in a single tomb. An announcement was made shortly after that the Academy would rise once more, and seek out those who were behind this. But for days, the city sat without its ornament. The skyline suddenly seemed bland, and for the first time in years, I witnessed the new Death cry.
In only a month, a new academy rose into the clouds; and we made a negative into a positive. Dedicating the new staircase that lead to the school to those who perished only weeks earlier. Kid and I had worked out new plans for the school immediately. Between my knowledge of witches, and his of other opponents, we constructed a school that could withstand it all. New classrooms were added for Magical students, and we made these rooms extra durable. Walls capable of surviving an impact like no other. We opted to expand our library as well. Down below, an alliance of spatial magic and the new Deaths own abilities, we created a Death Room impenetrable by anyone but us, and who we deemed access to it. A completely new realm of dimension. Our basement remained as prison cells, as well as a vault for things deemed unsafe for the public—magic tools, books, dangerous evidence, etc.
The school became a mightier fortress than it was prior, but it still remained with a not-so-intimidating 'we're just trying to be your typical academy' appearance. Classes resumed shortly after construction finished, and parents were reassured that such a tragedy would never unfold again. Though, Kid and I had our doubts.
But, reassuring the public is just what you have to do as the fixed points. Had anyone sensed doubt in us, we undeniably would have taken a much bigger loss. As the year continued, our security was on high alert at all times. Becoming a target yet again was far from an ideal situation. All of my focus had fallen to the academy, and to the man running it. After all, I was still only a princess. The realm was under the hand of my mother, and she still had years left before she was scheduled to step down. Which was why her passing came as a gut wrenching shock.
My mother, the Witch Queen Maba, had been assassinated. It was far from the first time she was attacked— the first time being by the infamous Prisoner Thirteen—but I never expected to hear of it happening again. You could probably imagine, I was in ruins. My father figure, the original Shinigami, had passed only a few years earlier, and now my mother had perished as well.
A coronation was held at the new Academy, and I was deemed the new Queen. It was a truly beautiful ceremony, but it didn't ease the pain of what had been the cause of it. For the first time, I understood that look in Kid's eyes when he looked into the mirror. After the ceremony, I returned home to restore the Spatial Barrier that held our realm separate from Earth. However, I didn't remain there long, as I soon returned to the academy. Due to the open agreements of the new Death and I, the academy acted as a place for the new Witch Court. Whenever I was needed, I was never far; and that gave me all the comfort I need to remain alongside the Shinigami.
Upon my return, worked at an accelerated pace, and exhausted our resources to find the attacker who demolished the original school, and the fiend who took my mothers life. Sadly, we had no leads. Months passed without a trace of who, or what, was capable of these crimes. We questioned witches and humans alike, pulling every connection from every corner of the globe with nothing in return.
Our search finally ended on March 23rd. Tired, and with fleeting hope, we closed the cases. Praying that we never had reason to reopen them.