PROLOGUE
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Africa, Madagascar,
Unknown Forest,
Midnight, 2 Months Ago
The night air was still, not even a breath, and the moon continues to grins to such an extent that blood begins to drip from its teeth, calling it eerie would be somewhat of an understatement, I guess you can call it the calm before the storm.
On a cliff overlooking the Forest below, a man lights a cigarette, inhales, and then exhales the smoke, not taking his stare off the tree tops.
"I thought you hated smoking" a voice from behind pointed out, in a direct and emotionless tone.
The smoking man turns to face the source of the voice slowly, keeping the cigarette clamped in his mouth.
"Well, I wanted to know what it's like Stein; tastes like rat poison to me." The cigarette drops from his mouth and lands on the sturdy, rocky earth, only to be crushed by the man's boot. "Smoking definitely can't help when fighting."
Stein reaches into his stitched up lab coat to pull out a cigarette, lights it, begins smoking it, and starts turning the screw located at the left side of his head. "Notice anything yet?"
The unknown man turns his head to have his stare once again be fixated upon the numerous trees below.
"They're there alright, thankfully we had a favorable night for me to pick up a scent, but they haven't moved, I doubt they're aware of us." He returns his look to the poker faced man to ask a question, "Your students ready?" he is answered with a simple nod.
With a small smirk, the unknown man walks with Stein down the cliff. "Alright, it's time to deal with this group of wannabe Kishins, don't you think?"
Meanwhile, at the bottom of the cliff, a young girl laments in her mind on how it feels like an eternity they've been waiting here, Maka sits impatiently watching her friends and other fellow students attempt to pass the time.
Black Star has been doing squats since they got here, she thinks he's in the 3000s by now, Liz and Patty have been playing 'Patty' cake for the past half hour, Maka can tell Liz is getting pretty tired of it, Soul has decided to take a nap under a nearby tree a while ago, Tsubaki is sitting next to Maka taking her time to eat her packed lunch, she doesn't seem too bothered by their time spent in this jungle, Death the Kid seems very uncomfortable however.
If the duel pig tailed meister listens closely, she can hear Kid constantly mumbling something about how the jungle is asymmetrical or something like that, honestly Maka is pretty surprised at how long Kid managed to keep his cool, she guesses that his neurotic obsession has somewhat gotten better over the past 5 years...'5 years?' Maka thinks to herself.
Wow, it's been that long since the destruction of the Kishin Asura, funny how fast time seems to pass, but when that thought enters her mind, she's swiftly reminded on how soul-crushingly long it's taking Stein to tell them to move out.
Waitaminute, where's...? She takes note immediately of a long yawn which is let out from the other side of the tree Maka was sitting against.
She gets up to look around the back to find the missing member of her group of friends, the sword meister of the annoying demon sword Ragnarok, Crona.
Maka can tell that he's certainly tired today, his eyes are half closed as he lies on his back upon the dry grass, looking up at the night sky, and even though it's fairly dark, Maka could swear that she can see a small smile on his face, upon this sight, Maka finds herself smiling too.
Maka glances back to the pathway leading up to the cliff, there she can make out two figures seemingly in deep conversation with each other as they approach the campfire where everyone else is located.
She speculated that the two were Professor Stein and that other man who she has seen from time to time coming and going to and from Death City every year.
She knew next to nothing about him, aside from he looks to be around her Papa's age (which causes her eyebrow to twitch instinctively at the thought of her father), he seems to know Stein, he always seems to wear a dark brownish coloured trench coat, a dark gray coloured shirt with a blue flannel shirt over it (however it's always unbuttoned), wears a unique pair of goggles around his neck, and he always wears a black bandana across his forehead.
Suddenly, several blood curdling screams are heard from what could be considered a good distance away from them.
Everyone becomes alert in response, weapons change forms for their meisters to wield them, the trench coat man looks to Stein and says "Looks like someone's beat us to the punch. Let's go!" and with that, he runs off into the trees to locate the source of the screams, whilst Stein organizes his students to follow.
There was certainly no need to point out that there's something not right, presumably, the DWMA were the only ones who knew the location of these killers, and as he got ever closer to their camp, this trench coat wearing person had this strange but yet somewhat familiar sensation, it was, in a word, unsettling.
Finally, he discovers the enemy camp has been deserted, from the looks of it there was certainly a battle here, but no souls, the man had this feeling to follow the familiar scent, perhaps then this mystery would be solved.
As he progressed on-wards he notices Stein and his trusty students arrive at the camp, they swiftly decide to investigate.
"Being patient when to strike your prey is wise." a chilling female voice pointed out.
The man turns to his left to find a young girl, age being roughly around 13, wearing a simple white dress, which was noticeably blood stained, "...however, waiting too long will cause other predators to claim your prey as their own." this young blonde haired girl sinisterly states.
Upon closer inspection under the light of the moon, it can be seen that this 'girl' is more than meets the eye, her smile was inhumanly wide, and her eyes were glowing brightly red from within the darkness.
"Clearly there's no immoral level you won't stoop to" the man plainly retorts, the girl looks at him questionably
"Hmm? Oh! You mean this girl?" she begins examining herself before continuing "It should be noted that she was one of the...undesirables you were hunting, I just happened to find her first, and make her one of my sleeper agents, and yes I did use her to wipe out the rest of the yet to be Kishins." she proudly proclaims while continuing to maintain her disturbing smile and tone of voice, "So don't worry, no innocents were harmed, Mac."
The man who has been identified as 'Mac' by this unusual being, glares at her with disdain before bluntly saying "If you have something to say, get it over with, before I dispatch your 'Agent'."
The grinning girl looks over to the nearby camp which was far enough away from them so they can't have their conversation interrupted, and she then slowly brings her stare back to Mac.
"Those students are quite fascinating, I've been following some of them around in their missions to confirm my suspicions about their capabilities, and the results have been most favourable. I wanted a way to tell you this in person, and this seemed to be an easy way to catch your attention, I'll tell you who are the talented students I have my sights on if you meet me in that cave this time tomorrow." she points to a dark cave not too far away.
"But only you. Stein and the children should return to Death City, wouldn't want anyone to spoil the moment, would we? Agreed?"
Mac ponders this for a brief moment, never breaking eye contact, he then reaches his decision, "Agreed." as this is said, Mac pulls out a katana from under his trench coat to swiftly behead the grinning girl, he then reaches out to the soul left behind.
It was noticeably a mostly black coloured soul with crimson stripes, Mac grips it tightly, as this is being done a bright blue light began to emit from under his grasp, until there was nothing left but an average red coloured soul.
Mac places it in his mouth, begins to start chewing at it, and finally swallows, tasted a bit bitter he thought.
America,Nevada,
Outskirts of Death City,
Present Day
As he approaches the gates, he can't help but say "Boy, it's good to be back! I missed you Death City!"
Mac adjusts the rucksack he's been carrying on his back to the city, tightened the knot of the black bandana he was wearing across his forehead and progressed onwards, and despite of the troubling news he must report back to Lord Death, he once again can't help but smile warmly at the idea of finally settling down for awhile and meeting up with his dear old friends.
