Prologue

Exactly 30 minutes after the Kishin woke up, I wrote a letter.

"Lord Death!" A young man burst into the Death Room. "Lord Death, sir! You have a letter!"

About one hour after the Kishin woke up, I mailed a letter.

"From the looks of it, its come directly from the Morrígan Badlands!" the man explained.

"The Morrígan Badlands? My my, this should be interesting!" Death crooned.

Roughly five days after the Kishin woke up, a grey letter arrived in Death City for Lord Death.

"Well, what's it say, Lord Death?" A curious Spirit enquired. Death was silent for a moment.
"Hmmm. Fetch Stein for me, would you?" He replied.

Six days after the Kishin woke up, I arrived in Death City.

"You asked for me, Lord Death?" Stein drawled. Death tilted his head.

"Yes, I did. Stein, tell me what you make of this?" Death handed him the letter.

"From the Morrígan Badlands?" the scientist questioned.

"Sure is! Read it! Tell me what you think." Death replied.

Everything made in the Morrígan Badlands is grey, so it won't be difficult for them to figure out where the letter comes from even before they read it.

"Hmm, it's certainly risky, but there doesn't seem to be any discernable problems with it right now. What do you think Lord Death?" Stein said. Death nodded in agreement.

"That's what I though, too. I'll sleep on it, ok!" Death proposed cheerily. Stein deadpanned. 'Do you even sleep at all..?"

They say that the land there turned grey because of the witch who lives there now. That's not true. The Morrígan Badlands turned grey during the witch civil war 400 years ago because the earth was exposed to too much dirty magic, making it dry up and die.

Done with the letter, Death tossed it aside and went back to viewing his mirror. Spirit scrambled to catch it, half crazed with desperation to discover what all the fuss was about.

Lord Death

It has reached my ears that the snake witch Medusa has awoken the Kishin.
I can only assume that the harridan has a death wish.
As you have no doubt figured out, this is coming directly from the Morrígan Badlands.
If possible, I would like to offer my assistance to you and the DWMA in recapturing the Kishin (and any other duties that entails) in any way possible.
It would be to both of our advantage if I were permitted to reside in the DWMA as the tanuki witch does, without harassment or persecution.
Whilst I am aware that the tanuki is a special exception to your rules and has comformed accordingly, these are the conditions of my offer.
Additionally, I believe your fine establishment is short a nurse after the timely demise of the witch Medusa.
I would be only too happy to lend my medicinal skills in order to compensate for your loss.
If this proposal is to your liking, light one red firework on May the 20th.
If you decline, light two blue fireworks on May the 20th.

Yours truly, the crow witch
Morrígan.

Spirit stared at the letter with his mouth hanging open.

"Be careful, you'll catch flies!" Death warned.

"… HOW DID SHE GET HER WRITING STRAIGHT IN THE MIDDLE LIKE THAT?"

Death sighed and stared off into the middle-distance.

"… Spirit, witches have dark powers. We... we may never know."

I set my staff in the ground and grinned.

"Itachi,"

Itachi, the three legged guide crow who perched in the curve at the end of the staff, cawed.

"Itachi, we've arrived in Death City!"

Short prologue is short! Chapters will (probably) be longer! :3 Pleasssse let me know if this has potential! Should it be an OC/Canon pairing story? Or just a story with an OC in it? Eeee, I'm not sure Y.Y