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Chapter 1: The Offer

"Tsukune! Tsukune! No, Tsukune stay with us," echoed the sounds of a pleading Moka.

The world was growing cold and darker by the second. The sounds of the various screams of my name were beginning to grow fainter, and fainter as the darkness closed in on my conscious mind. I found myself in a field of grain as endless as the clear dull grey sky with the subtle red tint as to give the illusion that in this place, wherever here is, existed as a perpetual sunset. I found myself wandering aimlessly in this endless expanse of wheat for what felt like hours, or maybe days, as I simply couldn't tell any more. There was no visible sun or moon in the sky, not even a cloud, and only the occasional breeze would force the delicate stalks to bend and bow before it.

"You boy, what business do you have here in my realm?" mused a voice that held a particular note that expressed both scorn and curiosity in it as it spoke

As I turned around I around, I found myself maybe twenty feet away form a boy no taller or older than me, yet despite his appearance, I could sense that he was much older that he seemed. His eyes were a calming, pale shade of green, his hair was a disturbing red, and by red, I mean the red of blood, his attire was interesting, he wore a white jacket with a blue outlined geometric design on it that gave the illusion of hexagonal scales covering him, that stretched down to his ankles, beneath this, he had a dark grey screen print shirt with a black skull design along his chest, he wore dark black pants and held a book unenthusiastically in one hand. However what truly caught my attention was that he was standing in a patch of dead wheat stalks all withered and blackened. Though I did not take notice or find it alarming entirely until I felt a light tapping on my left shoulder.

"I would like it if you would stop being so oblivious to your current state" he mused after having suddenly appearing behind me, the patch of dead plants had followed him and was no longer where had originally been standing moments ago.

"Brother you shouldn't tease him too much; he doesn't seem to understand his current situation," purred a soft and sultry voice to my left.

"Vhy shouldn't he, keep in mind that this boy has managed to intrude upon our domain and has no reason to be here vithout us knowing, he could very vell be a demon trying to collect souls form our little garden?" rang an icy voice to my right.

"Who are you people? And how have I intruded upon your realm, all I did was wake up and I was here…"

"Fine, however before we answer your questions first we must ask you, ARE YOU A MEMBER OF FAIRYTALE?" my red haired host scornfully asked, stressing what seemed to be a strong air of loathing as he asked his question, almost like saying the name of that psychotic organization gave him a bad taste as he spoke.

"No, but if you know of Fairytale, then do you know of the Yokai Academy as well?"

"Why are you a student?"

"Actually, yes, I am, and as to answer your question, no I am not a member of fairytale, in fact my friends and I have fought against them on several occasions."

"Oh, so you go to the little exorcist's school? Well this simplifies everything now doesn't it brothers."

"Wait you know the headmaster?"

"Know him, boy we taught him all that he knows about creating seals and barriers."

"Ve vill never understand vhy it is everyone thinks he so strong, he's only a novice and at that a mediocre one"

"So you wish to know who we are then fine we will tell you."

"I am Eric Tombs, master of this realm, warden of hell's first kingdom, or more commonly known to you as the guardian to Limbo" spoke the blood haired child before me as he bowed before me and gestured to the woman to my left.

"I am Claire Libido, warden of hell's second kingdom, or as more commonly known to you as the guardian to Lust" spoke the five foot seven brunette to my left she was dressed in a dark black tank top with a pair of olive drab cargo pants and a red hoodie. Her silky voice seemed to mask her obvious anger, yet I could feel that those piercing crimson eyes were not looking at me but through me, taking in every cubic centimeter of my being.

"Ve, are James Untӧten, ve are varden to hell's seventh kingdom, or known to you living as the guardian to violence." The six foot Russian to my right spoke with an icy disdain layered into voice. His attire was as Eric's he wore a crimson trench coat, a grey vest beneath it and a white shirt beneath that. His hair was jet black with blood red tips and was partially hidden by the hood of his coat. He wore a pair of blue earphones that seemed to be connected to an iPod that was nested in his let pocket. His eyes seemed to radiate a darkness that drew who ever looked into his pitch black iris shudder.

"I am curious though why is it that you find my presence here odd?"

"It is not so much as you here that is odd, but that you're in the physical form that you had in life…"

"Wait so I'm dead?"

"Yes, and no, you are in the process of becoming dead or have only recently died. You are in limbo, the holding room where all the departing or departed souls come and await judgment until they are either rewarded or punished for their actions in life. Here normally your soul would become a part of this realm until you are tried at the castle. However in your case, you have retained your previous form. This is why it is odd, the only ones who can stay in their desired form are us and those of the living who are ranked S-class or a shuizen being, From your smell you are a vampire, yet looking at your soul you are only part, since your soul is mainly human. What do you think we should do brother and dear sister?"

"I say we should use him to our advantage, the enemy knows that we are after them and we cannot afford to damage the realm of the living too much. I favor that we use him as a host to hasten our actions, or at the very least as a catalyst to allow our abilities to be fully used in order to fight Fairytale." Spoke Claire in that smooth voice of hers. I felt a slight bit of relief knowing that all of them didn't want to kill me a, then again what does being made into a host or catalyst mean in full. Just by being referred to as a host, set chills down my spine and gave me the feeling I wasn't fully understanding the context of their conversation.

"No, from the looks you're giving him, I can tell you just want a new toy."

"Now, now, don't get too hasty brother, ve don't have to let her take him over, besides if he is just there it saves us the trouble of using an artificial body, and as a catalyst we can use our songs against them..."

"NO.I will not allow an untested child be what allows us to unleash our truest abilities in the realm of the living. If we are to use them then I will test him to see just how strong he is… Restraint Arts release!"

What stood before me was a fully released Eric Tombs. It was horrifyingly beautiful; I was at a loss for words just looking at him. He was irradiating a warm golden light from his body that made me want to walk toward it, but what I saw was a creature that I didn't want to do so much as look upon. He still held a humanoid form, he was now eight feet tall, out of his back was a pair of wings with blood red feathers, in his left hand he still held his book, but now as it lay open I could see its spine and found that it was an old bible, torn and tattered along its splendid black leather binding adorned with gold trimming and a large silver cross on its front cover. His eyes had changed colors, now his eyes were pitch black and menacing filled with a hidden hatred, in his right hand he held a long scythe, its handle had an intricate Celtic knot design on it that wrapped around its full length before the long cured blade protruded abruptly from it. The blade itself was a work of art, etched on its sides was the motto "let those who worship evil tremble", the metal was an off blue accenting the silver of the steel-like, but besides its intimidating size, it seemed to have its own aura that gave me a feeling that there was more to the scythe than what was seen.

"Are you going to stand there and stare or are you going to put up a fight? Or maybe you'll just run and try to hide like the weakling that you are."

" To run and hide would be easy, but if it means that I can save those who are most precious to me, then I will gladly fight you three at once if need be! No matter what I must return to my friends, even if I must help you."

"Very well; Dear sister it would seem you have given us a means to combat the heathens who dare try to control a force beyond their comprehension. I will leave it to you to it that he is revived without complication. Huh, I see that there are some who still poses the courage to charge it the face of death for their ideals and beliefs."