The sun fights to stay awake as it falls behind a lone city in the middle of the Mojave Desert. A figure standing on a sand dune watches the sun, a small smirk spreading across the unknown figures face, followed by a dry chortle.
"I wonder why the sun fights so hard for just a few more moments in the sky. Suppose we've got a lot in common." The figure, finishing its thoughts, adjusts its bag and pulls its cloak in. Desert Winds rippled across the dry landscape, sending sand flying with a fierce intensity. Lifting a hand to protect his eyes from the biting sands, the figure reflects on the events to come.
"Feels like the shows about to start. I don't want to be late" The figure pulls the pair of goggles dangling around its neck over shaded eyes and sets off toward the isolated city.
The massive city in the Desert, otherwise known as Death City, arose from what appeared to be the very center of nowhere. Its black pointed towers stood in stark contrast to the brilliant blue sky and almost white sands. Inside the city seemed to share a common theme of somber colors, but this wasn't to say that the people were gloomy. In fact, it seemed people were more jovial than their counterparts in the world outside. The reason for this happiness was that in Death City, the people had a God they didn't have to believe was there, they knew he was there. Most people in the outside world called him the grim reaper, a figure to be feared. However, in Death City the people revered him as their savior, referring to him as Lord Death. The Death God protected his namesake city and its people with his very soul not figuratively, but quite literally, giving his citizens a rare peace of mind.
The mysterious figure stopped just short of the entrance to Death City and took a moment to gaze up at the winding cobble street that lead to the castle-like school known as the D.W.M.A. The Street wound like a coiled serpent up a gradually inclining hill, circling around with smaller streets leading towards houses and businesses of all types. As the figure stood gazing, a sense of awe and wonder overcame them and, lost in their own thoughts, did not pay enough attention to the harsh desert winds as a forcible gale stampeded past the figure, tearing the cloak from her body. Revealed under the cloak was a woman appearing to be in early twenties, short spikey hair the color of crimson flared beneath the incandescent sun. Her skin was pale with slightly lighter scars mostly on her thin arms, indicating a hard life. She opened her brilliant olive eyes as the gust died down, adjusting to the mid-day sun. Looking for her cloak now would be futile; as she was sure it was miles away already. Letting out a sigh, she decided it was a minor loss and started walking through the Death City gate, toward the highest tower of the D.W.M.A.
Going up the main winding road, the strange girl felt as though another presence was watching her. She froze, seeing for the first time the real reason Death City was so safe. Encompassing the entirety of Death City was the soul of Lord Death himself. No wonder the people worship him. He really is a god after all… Pulled back into reality, she remembered the presence she felt earlier.
"Shit. He probably already felt my soul wavelength by now. So much for surprises, I really hope he has changed, or else I'm running right into my grave." The girl looked at her surroundings, noticing a small mirror shop to her right. She started to resume her journey, turning her head back in front, but out of the corner of her eye she saw something… Quickly she turned to the right to face the mirror and saw nothing. I thought I just saw… a skull? But more cartoonish… must be my imagination. She put all thoughts and emotion out of her head and focused now on getting to the tallest tower of the school.