What if soul eaters didn't exist? Then the world would fall. It is time that you met my witch, Seraphina De Piccolo, Listen, I think that's her, you can hear her flying to us. Swoosh, here she is. Seraphina looks exactly like us, a human, she has long, straight, black hair. She is smiling delicately. Her face is flawless, it glows, but in a subtle way. Her eyes are the brightest blue colour. She has her curves in all the right places, and her hands are soft, and she's mine. We have a job together, reaping tainted souls. She turns into my ultimate weapon, a shadow scythe. Tonight, is the big night, where we take on Hades himself. "hello, master" she says in her French accent. That's me, the master, Raven. She takes of her deep wine-coloured cloak to unearth her dress, I'm speechless. Her dress is everything that I love, rolled into one. She is wearing a black, lacy dress with an open back. There's a black flash and my beautiful witch is no more, lying on the ground, is my shadow scythe. I pick it up, and I turn into the shadow master. Seraphina and I walk to the nearest mirror phone. Seraphina transforms back. Only she can call her father, our leader. "42-42-6-3-2" she mumbles, all of a sudden, her father pops up onto the mirror. He is more dark than usual. As he usually has no face, I can't describe his face, but his mask was a skull. He levitated a couple of centimetres above the ground, his body and feet covered by his floor length cloak. "tonight, you go to take the soul of Hades, I wish you luck" he disappeared, leaving a picture of Hades castle on the mirror, the mirror sucked us in.