When I was a little a kid, I used to dream of worlds with dark places. I was all alone and all I have is this sword. Nothing more nothing less. My father is a warrior at a school named, Death Weapon Meister Academy. This Academy is where students are trained to have their own, abilities to get the soul of whoever is their enemy. The school grounds are all located in Death City.
Death City is a dark and has a gloomy appearance, a pile of various identical-looking buildings with white walls and red roofs in the middle of the deserts. The cobbled streets are long and winding and often maze-like, with lots of stairs, twists and turns. Right at the top of the 'pile' of the city buildings lies the Death Weapon Meister Academy. A single highway leads out of the city. As you can imagine The Moon and the The Sun that appear doesn't have faces but in Death City there is. The faces can be seen as grinning or chuckling.
The businesses in Death City tend to have supernatural themes, including a cabaret club called, "Chupa=Cabaret", a reference to the supernatural creature of the same name. Most of the businesses have the word "Death" incorporated in them, such as DeathBucks Coffee. They also have their own newspaper known as "Death Times".
Let's start the story then...
Author's note:
Hope you forgive me, I'm still new in this kind of work so if you don't mind I would love to here from you, your opinions, suggestions and most of all comments, about this FanFiction from Soul Eater. Thanks, and God Bless. ^^