Hey! This is my second story and it's the first time I actually wrote it out. I have a poll right now for my first story and my first story sucks and was made on a whim so I hope this is better and well… Enjoy!
Prolouge
In the Death room, Lord Death was pacing anxiously. Earlier that week had enrolled a new student, but he had made a promise to that student that he was now regretting. The war raging that was in his head was a confusing. By enrolling this student he had given DWMA an enormous advantage against its enemies but at the same time had enrolling such a powerful being been a safe call for the students and teachers at the school? He didn't know. Either way, there was always the promise of getting another student. He walked to the mirror in the middle of the room and started an announcement ""Yo! Hey, hiya everyone! Could I have your attention. There will be a new student enrolling today and would ask you to please welcome her and to not attack her. She's a bit… different. And could I also have Death the Kid, Blackstar and Maka Albarn and there weapons meet me up at the front of the school. Thanks everyone and have a wonderful day." He then shifted into the shadows and transported to the front steps of the school and waited for the spartoi.
I know this is short but this is just the prologue. I will continue when I have 2 reviews! See u at ch. 2!