Hi! So I've recently gotten into the Soul Eater world, and I love it! In fact, I really love Kid! However, this isn't a Kid fanfic (I might write one later). I have actually become fascinated with Lord Death's past and planned an entire prequel from the beginning to the start of the DWMA. So without further ado, here's the prologue.

By the way I don't own Soul Eater in case you were wondering.

Prologue- Birthday Preparations: A Past That is Better Left Forgotten?

Lord Death watched his son successfully complete another mission. Words could not describe how absolutely proud he was of Kid. He didn't think he could be this happy again. To think after everything that he had lived through, he had a wonderful son, a thriving school, and a mostly peaceful world.

He sighed sadly thinking about how bad it could have been. How bad it had been. No, they definitely weren't in the Grim Ages anymore.

"Lord Death? Is something wrong?" Spirit asked catching on to his meister's suddenly gloomy mood.

Death instantly perked back up. "Hiyah Spirit, whazzup, whazzup, whazzup?"

Spirit raised an eyebrow. "I think that's what I was just asking you."

Death tilted his head to the side. "You want to know what's up with me?"

"Yes." Spirit sighed dramatically.

"I'm perfectly fine thanks for asking." He assured in his jolly voice.

Spirit slapped a hand to his forehead. He forgot that Lord Death was a master at avoiding questions he didn't want to answer.

"Is it Kid? Did everything go alright?" He asked figuring that was what had him glued to the mirror like it was a television set.

"Of course! Kid is a talented meister after all." Death praised.

Spirit huffed. "Not as good as my Maka! She's an absolute angel."

"What did you say?" He growled in his darker voice.

Spirit pouted. Lord Death always got defensive whenever someone said something about Kid. It was really hard for the father to not comment again about how amazing his daughter is.

"It's not like I was saying Kid wasn't good or anything."

"I know that." Death eye-smiled back to his goofy self. "Now how about some tea?"

Spirit accepted and took a seat at the small table that randomly appeared before them. They silently sipped their tea with Spirit still wondering about what had the death god in such a funk. That's when he remembered what day it was.

"Lord Death, I completely forgot that today was your birthday! Please don't reassign me! I'll get to work right now organizing a party." Spirit panicked running all around Death Room.

Death tried to politely interrupt Spirit's ramblings before finally using the Reaper Chop on him.

"Now if you're quite through, I'm not mad. Honestly, I didn't know you knew which day it was in the first place."

Spirit jumped up despite the blood rushing from his head looking completely aghast.

"Of course I knew! I just forgot until now, and on that note…is there anything particular you want for your birthday?" Spirit asked instantly changing his mood and pulling out a pen and notepad.

Death laughed. "What could I possibly want when I have everything I need right here?"

"Really? There's no books or music or anything that you could possibly want?" Spirit asked in despair.

"Nope!" Death declared happily.

Spirit fell down in defeat before something dawned on him.

"Well I can still throw you a party!" He declared triumphantly before running from the Death Room.

Death chuckled at his efforts. It was a nice sentiment, he just wished he was in a party mood. So much had happened in his 824 years. He stretched his muscles as if just the thought of his age made him sore. Could he really be that old? It sometimes seemed like only yesterday he was a small boy in Kyoto, Japan…

Alright so what did you think? Is it shaping into a good story? Oh wait you can't tell because it's just the prologue. I have that problem too. That's why I loaded Chapter 1 as well! :) But go ahead and leave me a review if you liked it. Or if you didn't like it. I'm not picky...okay I'm a little picky, but I respect your opinion. Just not your flames. :)