chapter 1: Prologue

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Soul Eater, that honour goes to Atsushi Okubo.

Talking:
Thinking:
Kishin talking:

Kishin thinking:

"A Sound soul, resides in a sound body and a sound mind. But if the soul is filled with a strong emotion, can it really be deemed a sound soul? What if an emotion such as hatred were to overflow from a persons soul? Would their soul still be sound? Or would the persons soul be drowned in the darkness?"

The moon shone bright over Death City, it's twisted, sadistic grin illuminating the cobbled streets and areas of the city. The night had a peaceful air to it as most of the denizens of Death City were fast asleep in their beds, but some were out enjoying the night.

One such denizen was a little boy, only 4 years old, playing ever happily in his sand box, smiling happily. He ws broken from his playing, however, when a loud crashing sound was heard and when the boy looked up, he saw trees flying away and crashing down as out of the forest bounded a huge creature.

It's body was as black as obsidian with glowing yellow eyes that pierced the night and vicious, sharp claws and fangs and behind it's massive body, were 13 swishing tails that knocked at the trees behind it as the beast howled. The boy had never seen such a vicious wolf before.

Shouting and bright lights were seen behind the wolf as it looked over it's shoulder and then bounded towards the boy, claws and fares bared as it pounced at the screaming boy, who began to ran as fast as his little legs would carry him. It was to no avail as the wolf jumped at the boy and...

The boy woke up on his back, in some sort of dark room which he could not see due to the huge light overhead, blinding him. He tried to sit, to get up, only to fing his arms and legs restrained by straps coming form the operating table that he was lying on and he soon began to panic.

A shadow loomed over the boy, holding a scalpel that glinted in the light and whose face was masked by the shadows except for two white circles where the eyes were, glasses that had caught the light. As the figure loomed closer with the scalpel in one hand and a mask for sleeping gas in the other, the boy began to squirm and cry out with fear, "No! No, don't...don't do this to me," he began to tear up as the mask was put onto his face-

THUD!

The occupant of the bed fell to the floor with a loud thud as he had slept and now was sat up straight, sweating fiercely as he panted heavily, his dream still fresh in his mind. Rubbing his head, the man walked to his bathroom and began to wash his face, looking in the mirror aftwards as he tried to calm from his dream, his face dripping with sweat and water.

He had spikey short hair that ended halfway down the back of his neck and which was in a seirous mess of bed head. He had pale skin and a masculine face, on which a long stitch was going down the left side of his face from his forhead, down through his eye, both of which were a deep hazel, and ending on his cheek near his mouth. He rubbed his finger down it slowly, a habit that he had when thinking.

After a shower to wake himself up, he went down stairs where he found his friend and housemate Calcifer, lying on the sofa, watching TV. Rolling his eyes at the morning cartoons that Calcifer was watching, the man swiped up the remote and changed the channel over to the Death City News, angering Calcifer as he sat up straight and glared over the couch, "Malice! C'mon man i was watching that!

Malice chuckled at his friends annoyance and put on a white apron as he began to make breakfast, "I wan't to keep up with current events Cal, you know that's important," Malice said, making Calcifer frown but sigh in acceptance as he watched Malice prepare breakfast, a bored look on his face.

Calicer had long black hair that ended at the middle of his back and was spiked out wildly all the way down as if it was the mane of a wild animal. His eyes were the colour of molten gold, a warm amber, and were piercing, yet joyful, and he had black bags under his eyes, making him have the look of someone who was constantly tired. An unusual thing about him, however, was that he had sharp fangs and black claws extending from his fingertips.

Sniffing the air, his mouth began to water as he eagerly awaited the breakfast that Malice was making and rushed to sit at the table, just as Malice was preparing it. Seeing his friend so excited, Malice smiled and shook his head as he placed the plates on the table and sat down beginning to eat.

They began their walk to the academy, Malice with his hands behind his head and Calcifer with his hands in his pockets. Malice was wearing a red shirt underneath a white coat that went down to his waist and grey jeans with a chain attached to his belt loop that connected to another belt loop at the back of his jeans and on his feet were a pair of Death City Converse, which wer eblack and white with the Death City skull on the left and right sides, respectively.

Calcifer was wearing a grey hoode that had rips and tears at it, as if some wild animal had gotten to it, and black jeans that had rips at the knees and were torn at the bottom of the legs, as if someone had ripped them carelessly, and, unlike Malice, he was barefoot, showing feet with black claws on the toes.

They soon came to a very tall flight of steps and when they had walked to the top, there was the academy that they go to: the Death Weapon Meister Academy, or DWMA, for short. It was a school for humans who could turn into all sorts of weapons, and for the meisters that wielded those weapons, to learn how to work together in order to make the weapons as strong as they could and, given enough hard work and effort, even possibly turn the weapon into a Death Scythe, a weapon wielded by the headmaster of the school, Lord Death.

The school was made up of a giant cylinder shaped building that had black walls lined with white, giving the buidling the look of a multilayered cake. In a square around the main building, for giant towers the same colour as the main building stood like a border for the central building, all linked by a circular wall that went around the main central building in a circle, these towers were each tipped with a roof that was as red as blood. On the front of the main building, there were 3 giant skulls, each with circular holes for eyes and a nose, with the skull in the middle extending down to form an archway over the entrance and within the eyes and nose of this skull, 3 huge, blood red spikes extended outwords.

Connected to the central building there were 6 other towers with red roofs, standing wall to wall with the central building, forming a sort of castle. Jutting out from the central castle, multiple giant candles were extending outwards, their wicks ablaze with fire and right above the central complex, between the two tallest towers within the central complex, 3 big, black orbs floated in an upside down triangle shape, in the same formation as the eyes and nose on the skulls.

After taking time to marvel at the academy's design, Malice and Calicfer continued on inside, finding the hallways empty and devoid of life. Malice looked up and down the hallway and then cursed loudly, "Fuck, late again. Sid is gonna kill us," he said, making Calcifer shrug as they continued on to their class, which was class Crescant moon. They eased the door open and peeked inside, seeing their teacher was preoccupied and tried to sneak to their seats, but both jumped when their teacher called out to them.

Sid Barret was a dark skinned, muscular man, who had black hair that was in neat cornrows that ended down at the back of his neck and dark eyes. He was wearing a white headband, with the kanji for the world "hole" on the front, a black tank top, black jeans with a chain attached and white sneakers. On his shoulders were the kanji for "death" and underneath that was an arrow standing for "Person". He was NOT looking happy.

"Malice, Calcifer. You two are late again, what's the excuse this time?" he impaitently asked them, with which Calcifer shrugged and looked at Malice as the boy in question rubbed his head and grinned, "We bumped into a couple of cute girls and just HAD to try and get their numbers?" Sid shook his head and glared at the two, "Riiiight. Tell you what, show me that you got their numbers and i'll let it slide this time," he said, a sly grin spreading across his face as Malice and Calcifer tensed up, clearly proving that it WAS just an excuse.

Having had enough, Sid pointed at their seats and snapped his finger, "Just go and sit down, now," he ordered, with them obeying silently. When they had sat down in their seats, Sid looked at the class and smirked, "Since Malice and Calicfer were late, AGAIN, one of them will refresh our memories on the goal of this academy." Calcifer groaned at this and Malice just sighed standing up, "The DWMA exists to train weapons and meisters to use their abilities for the betterment of mankind and so that they can sucessfully work together. The weapons and meisters use their skills to combat kishin, demons who have strayed from the path and consumed human souls. It is the task of the weapon and meister to combat these demons, consume 99 of their souls and a witch soul, so that the weapon can be created into a Death Scythe, a weapon used by Lord Death himself."

Sid nodded at Malice's right answer and shook his head, "Correct. Now if only you could sucessfully get to class on time," he stated making the class chuckle as Malice and Calcifer sat there groaning. After class, Malice and Calcifer headed to the job board, a huge board on a wall that showed jobs to hunt down kishin that students could undertake to try and increase the number of kishin souls they had, to see if there were any jobs they could take.

After finding a job that satsfied them, Malice and Calicfer had to wait until it was night time to hunt down their target. "So what is the kishin we are looking for?" Calcifer asked as they perched on a rooftop overlooking the streets to get a good view of their target, "Our target is a kishin named Frederick Krugur. He is a kishin that only targets children, stealing into the houses to take them from their beds," Malice explained.

They both tensed when their eyes locked onto their prey, stalking the streets, sniffing at the houses to decide which one he should sneak into tonight. The kishin's head looked like it was all burnt, as if someone had thrown it into a fire, and it's clothes were tattered, the red jumper it wore looking disshevelled and ruined. It had 5 long claws on the fingers of it's right hand and on the other the nails were long and dirty just like the nails on its bare feet.

Malice and Calcifer dropped down in fornt of it, making the creature jump, "Frederick Krugur, you have commited atrocities by hunting the souls of children and now your soul will be mine," Malice stated as he nodded to Calcifer, who jumped backwards, glowing with black light, and split into two, appearing in Malice's hands as black gauntlets with a skull on the back of them that was the same skull as the academy, with a rounded head and 3 spikes going down for a mouth and 3 holes in the shape of a triangle to be the eyes and nose. Extending from the knuckles were 3 long silver claws that were curved like the fangs of a beast.

Sensing that the boy was a threat, the kishin ran at him, clawed hand raised ready to strike, but Malice side stepped and kicked the kishin in the temple. Growling with anger, the kishin launched at Malice, claws and nails swinging wildly, as the boy jumped back and to the side to avoid the strikes, luring the kishin to an alley behind them. With a roar, the kishin lunged forward, but Malice jumped over it and slashed down it's back, making an x of claw marks appear on the creatures body, and back kicked the demon into the alley.

Recovering from the attack, the kishin turned around, ready to lunge at the boy once more, only for Malice to jump forward, slashing left and right at the kishin, until, with a final slash, the kishin was cut into two. It's body turned black and dissappeared, leaving behind a floating orb that was blood red in colour with some brownish red patches on it, it was the kishin's soul.

Calcifer turned back to normal and grabbed the soul, proceeding to put it into his mouth where he swallowed it whole, sighing with satisfaction. Malice grinned at his friend and put his thumb up, "Mission complete, let's conact lord death to report in," he said walking to a nearby shop window. He breathed on the window, fogging it up, and began to write numbers while chanting, "42 42 564, when you want to knock on death's door." When the chant was finished, ripples appeared on the window and then the image of Lord Death appeared within the window.

He was tall and was covered in a tattered piece of pitch black cloth with many jagged edges and was wearing a comical sort of mask that was completely whie with a rounded head and 3 spikes gowing down at the bottom and on the front of this mask were 3 black holes in the form of an upside down triangle, representing eyes and a nose. Instead of normal hands, he was wearing giant, white foam hands, one of which he had raised in greeting.

"Hello, hello good to see ya," he said in greeting, making Malice and Calcifer smirk at the comical voice he had, but Malice tampered it down and had a serious look, "This is Malice and Calcifer reporting in, our 90th kishin soul has been recovered," he reported, getting a nod from Lord Death, "Well done Malice. You finished that job quite quickly, your father would be proud of you."

Frowning, Calcifer looked at Malice, knowing full well how Malice felt about his father, but was surpised when Malice merely shrugged, "Ah well, who needs his praise," he said nonchalantly. Lord Death tilted his head but let the matter drop, he knew it wasn't wise to tlak more about it, "In any rate, you two are free to go home now. Good job," he said, pride evident in his voice as the image disappeared.

Satisfied that their job went well, they both headed for home. Meanwhile in another part of Death City, a strange man was sat in a patchwork lab, the light from his computer glinting off of his glasses as he looked at the stats for his next experiment, "There is a good chance i'll run into HIM in this next experiment," he said as he puffed smoke from a cigarette and grinned, "Let's see how much he has grown."

chapter end

Sorry if this is short, i always like to keep my first chapter short so i can focus on introducing the main character(s) first before i get more indepth, i hope you all like it.

Can you all guess who this mysterious man is? Who is he talking about?

Find out in the next chapter.

This is HaremKing666 signing off. Kepp those souls tasty!