Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater or any of the other characters I rip off from any other story contained herein. All rights go to the original authors. Any individual who reads this should go out and buy the latest chapter of Soul Eater made available within their respective country.

Note 1: bear with me here, it will take another chapter before a main protagonist from soul eater shows up. This is due to the fact that I really prefer the villains to heroes in this story.

Note 2: Fifteen points to anyone who can guess which character I am ripping off to create the other villains in this story. A few hints, only a handful of them are from other manga. One of them is a Steven King villain, another is an HP Lovecraft protagonist.

Note 3: If you're reading this and A: You think my grammar or story structure could use some improvement; B: You think you know how it could be improved. And C: you have way to much free time on your hand, send me a PM and I would love any helpful suggestion you could give me and would probably benefit from having you as a beta. I would find my own betas but everyone I ask says yes and then vanishes off the face of the earth never to be heard from again.

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Prologue: Forces at work.

In the beginning, there were many forces at work, molding the infinite expanse of the void. These forces mixed and smashed together under the careful supervision of the heavenly gods, and brought many lesser things into existence. But the gods of hell looked down on these lesser things and allowed them to die in the very chaos that had birthed them. Others sought their destruction, and so nothing could truly begin at all. The gods of heaven did not react well to this, and the first war of the Sides began, raging on beyond time's measure. Until at last, the very forces being fought over solved the problem themselves. Determined to live and embrace the power of creation, the forces brought forth something that not even the gods, in all their power, could destroy. In an instant, the things that were made would survive until the end of time. In that moment, the first true being saw all of history, and saw His place at the end of it. He was, and would never cease to be. The first immortal was born.

He did not have the power of the gods, nor did he share in their wisdom. However, He was, and He could not be destroyed. He acted as a shield and allowed the forces to go on, giving shape and time to the universe. The gods stopped fighting and looked upon what had been made because of Him, and the first war ended.

To honor Him, a law was written that nothing would be allowed to harm the Immortal or anything else that came after Him or His kind. All of heaven and hell swore to uphold this law, as did the Elders and the Old Ones who came after the war. For a time, there was peace amongst all those who were truly eternal. It lasted much longer than many thought it would. It was broken only once, on a small blue world orbiting around a small, insignificant star. And the Immortals who lived on that world did not take kindly to it at all.

Chapter 1: Conversations in the Dark.

In the Canadian Rockies as far removed from the deserts of Death's castle as one could get without leaving the continent there was a small seemingly unimportant cave. If one had looked carefully at it one could've noticed that the goats and creatures of the mountain avoided the cave at all cost. If one had looked even more carefully at they could have noticed that in the right light it looked rather much like a snake's mouth. If one had listened very carefully to the cave they could've heard chanting from deep within.

"Nake, Snake, Cobra." A female voice chanted from within. The voice was just deep enough to be creepy and at the same time just friendly enough to be inviting. The voice rebounded off the walls of the cave and out of its entrance making the air thicker and heavier with its coming and going.

The voice originated from a middle aged woman in a black hood hunched over a crystal ball. She was not looking at the ball itself but rather was wrapped around it with her eyes closed. She was concentrating on the flow of energy around the world and unlike most people who came up to mountains to meditate she could actually feel it. She could feel it because she was a witch and a damned good one at that to. She had outsmarted huge organizations, manipulated armies and battles, awakened a dark god and unleashed him on an unsuspecting world and even beaten Death himself at his own game. She had done it all with just her own strength and the help of a handful of trusted companions. Her name was Medusa and she was arguable the second most evil being on the planet at that moment.

At the moment she was merely waiting patiently. She had five agents out in the world watching and waiting. They were gathering information about the latest clash between the followers of the Death God and the insanity rising in the world.

She rather hated the Death God. Most witches did, partly because he had ordered the extermination of all witches in the world and partly because most of what witches did for a living was defying god and he was the major god in the world at the moment. The real reason why she hated him though was simple jealousy. He was free to kill and destroy anything he wanted at any time he wanted to, he had huge organizations built around fulfilling his wishes, he decided the fate of nations, he had and did everything she wanted to do and tried to do and the world worshiped him for it. But she had stuck it to him. With the assistance of six witches, her daughter and one powerful warrior she had unleashed the ultimate evil on the world, an evil the Death God had sacrificed his mobility and lives of his greatest friends to defeat. She was still quite interested in how that last one would turn out.

So far it had led to her sister's resurrection, which Medusa wasn't too excited about, and had worked rather hard to reverse, and now it had led to a mad man trying to fit the world down into a small book. She had used her sister's revival to gain a new body but this latest threat she hadn't been able to manipulate to the decree she would've preferred. So she had sent the other witches out into the world to gather information about how this latest battle would end and when the next one would start. And another one would start, so long as the Demon God was out it the world she could be certain of that.

"Nake, Snake, Cobra." She chanted again. She had to be patience now; she couldn't scheme without more information. Patience was a virtue, even in witches.

"Hey I got one, why does the porridge bird lay his egg in the air?" A powerful but nonetheless annoying voice asked interrupting her meditation. Patience apparently wasn't a virtue in Werewolves. The voice came from a very large and muscular man who was sitting against the cave wall. He had black hair and wore a prisoner's, stripped uniform complete with a ball and chain wrapped around his leg. He also had a very strange left eye, instead of a pupil it had a pentagram drawn in it and the words 'no future' written over it.

"I don't understand how to answer." A melancholy female voice answered, this one belonged to her daughter Chrona. Medusa had never really seen her as a daughter though; she was more of an experiment really. A very successful experiment admittedly, but nothing more than an experiment.

"It's easy you just open your mouth and make sounds with it." A high pitched male voice screeched from Chrona's back as shadows melted out her body and solidified into a black lizard like thing. This was Ragnarok; Chrona's demon weapon as well as her blood.

"Dear god free," Medusa howled in response to the man, "How many times do have to tell you to be quiet?"

"How many times have you told me so far?" the tall man asked.

"Thirty times today," Medusa responded, she had been counting.

"At least thirty more than," Free said with a smile. He was really growing on her nerves and she wondered from time to time why she put up with him. He had already played a key part in many of her schemes but those were over and if she really needed some muscle she could call it in from any of a dozen sources. And all of those men would have a much better sense of direction and wouldn't impale themselves with their own magic and they probably wouldn't annoy the hell out of her like this. But on the other hand all of those other men always had a chance of failing and losing, but Free never lost and he would never fail. It might take him a month to finally win but in the end he would win, by sheer endurance he could overcome anything.

Knowing you, Man of the Demon eye it's probably more like three hundred times. Something said. She couldn't quite call it a voice, because nothing had really spoken. There was no sound to it at all, the words just appeared in her head as if someone had just said them and now she was remembering it. But while she knew no voice had spoken them she still remembered what the voice had sounded like. It would've been a very deep voice that radiated power and gravity. It would've been a voice totally sure of itself and completely self reliant. It would've been a lot of things but no one had really spoken. But she knew where it had come from.

The man, she assumed it was a man, was standing at the cave's entrance looking in on them. He was fairly tall and was covered in a black cloak and hood. His hands were covered in black armored gauntlets. She couldn't make out his face or any of his body from that matter. The cloak looked black but it wasn't quite black. It was dark. Most people wore black to make themselves stand out and look cool and stylish, but this was a black to blend in. It had specks of gray and lighter shades of black to it so in the darkness it looked like a shadow or just another stone and that was impressive.

"Oh and do you know me stranger?" Free responded with a smile on his face, "I certainly don't know anyone a dark and depressing as you."

"Who the hell are you?" Medusa demanded to know as she came out of the stupor created by the man's unexpected arrival, and she summoned up a set of black arrows to surround her body.

Come on my friend I'm sure you can remember if you really think about it. The soundless voice countered to Free completely ignoring Medusa.

"Eh? I think I asked you a question." She said as she fired the long black arrows at the intruder. Normally they would've torn through his body like he was made of tissue paper, instead it bounced off his cloak like he was made of rubber.

"Tch." She sighed, "Why do I even bother these days?" She added as she thrust her hands forward. On her back and her arms the long black snake tattoos that covered her extremities came to life and flowed off of her body and rushed at her foe growing larger as they neared him. The intruder didn't even glance at them instead he raised her hand and caught the first one that came at him. For a moment the world seemed to twist around his hand and Medusa felt her magic being torn out her body and the snakes froze in mid air. Then they repositioned themselves around the intruder. He studied them with interest and silence for some time.

You take magic and compress it down into the ink giving it a physical root as well as a subtle programming and form. Impressive and creative, but you rely a bit too much on the shock of the attack rather than the potential power and since there is no way to reprogram them once their released their attacks will become a bit predictable. Good work all around though.

"Hey come on man no need to show off and be cruel about she's a very good witch so cut her some slack." Free chimed in.

I was complementing her.

"Sure you were,"

"What the hell is going on here?" Medusa demanded to know from Free this time rather than from the intruder. "Who the hell is this man?"

"Oh right I forgot to introduce you." Free said with that stupid smile still plastered to his face, "Ah-hem, this is the Witch-King."

Medusa stared at him for a moment or two. "No he's not. Witch's bow to no leader so we can't have a monarch and even if we did it certainly wouldn't be a man." She snidely asserted.

"What about Mabaa-sama?" Free countered referring to the head of the world wide witch coven the so called Witch Queen.

"That's different, she's…"

Your mother, The intruder finished for her.

"That's just an old legend, Mabaa is not my mother." Medusa dismissed.

True technically she is you great grandmother.

"She's just a very old senior witch,"

Just like she was when your grandmother was a witch just like she has been since the first witches walked the earth but they didn't disguise the truth like you do.

"As if it matters. It doesn't change what I said before."

"Yes it does." Free said,

"How?"

"Well if Mabaa is the mother of all witches than it follows that there must have been a father right? That father would be the husband of the Witch Queen, which would be called the Witch King." Free said motioning to the intruder who nodded and reached into his cloak. He pulled out a small yellow wrapper and handed it over to Medusa.

Candy? He said like an estranged father would and for some reason she couldn't quite understand she reached out and took it from him. As she did her snakes left his side and wrapped back around her body returning to her control as they did. She stared at him in utter disbelief.

"That's still impossible," She protested, "He would have to be thousands of years old, and even if he was there's no way he could be so calm right now."

"Why not?' Free queried.

"You stole Mabaa's eye remember wouldn't her husband be rather pissed off about that?"

"Pfft," Free dismissed, "Like he still cares about that old hag he hasn't slept with her in mill-" Free cut off as the Witch King suddenly smashed him across his jaw.

Yeah about that, He said as he shook some blood off his steal gloves. Free quickly got up off the ground wiping some blood away from his lower lip and continuing to smile as he did. The Witch king held his hand behind him and the world twisted his hand again as suddenly a sword flew into his grip.

"Wolf and wolves and wolves and wolf," Free chanted to himself as a magic circle appeared in his hand and a second later his arm was covered in a sharpened ice spike. The same moment he rushed the Witch King howling wildly as he ran at him. The attack was wild and could've been easily blocked or dodged but his target didn't move he simply swung his sword around and thrust straight at Free's chest. The warriors impaled each other and staggered backwards.

"Don't worry," Free said as he pulled the sword out of his chest.

It doesn't even hurt. The intruder added as he crushed the icicle in his chest.

"After all I'm immortal," They concluded together.

"Are you two done?" Medusa inquired in a casual tone of voice as if she saw more amazing things getting out of bed this morning.

"More or less," Free stated.

I still have a bone to pick with you over my wife's eye.

"Oh come on I spent two hundred years in jail over that, isn't that enough."

Oh you poor thing spent a whole two hundred years in jail did you? Spend two thousand and I might just think about forgiving you.

"Huh," Free dismissed, "Still I doubt you came all the way down from your black tower just to slug me over a past fling you had. So what's up?"

I had an unusual visitor come over about a month ago and I would just love it if you would come to meet him.

"I bet you would,"

Care to guess who it was?

"No, I don't care."

I think you do, you did swear an oath to him once, an oath left unfinished.

"An oath sworn almost a thousand years ago; an oath we all failed to uphold and an oath I would rather like to forget exists."

The blood cries out we must answer it and give it peace.

"So where have we been these last thousand years?"

Waiting.

"Yeah right, we've been cowering in shadows and dungeons hoping that he would forget about us and the blood would go silent."

It hasn't but now we have a chance to fulfill our oath and give it peace.

"You expect us to overcome a thousand years of cowardice and rise up now of all times? You might be willing and some of the other might but you can count me out."

Could've fooled me, you set him free after all.

"Only as a favor to this witch here."

Yeah right.

"I ain't doing it." Free declared with an obvious growl in his voice.

So the wrath of nature is just going to sit in a cave oblivious to greatest battle of our time taking place just a few hundred miles to the south of here? I know you better than that 'Free'.

"You only think you do." The Witch King simply than stared a Free for several long moments as if daring him to prove him wrong. After a while Free breathed deeply, resigning himself to the inevitable. "How many have joined you so far?"

The Lifeless King, The Reanimator-

"You mean the Alchemist?"

He's calling himself 'The Reanimator' these days. The Cultist has also joined us. The Man of the North has also agreed to help me but only if the Black Knight joins as well. I was on my way to see him when I sensed you nearby. The Pope has received my request to use the Black Clown and he hasn't refused it yet so he's probably going to join us.

"What about the Twins and others?"

I can't find them.

"Not even the Dullahan? Doesn't she have a fortress in Ireland she always lives at?"

She left about twenty years ago looking for her head and no one knows where she is now. The Swordsman went missing five years ago as well; no one knows what happened to him.

"Damn. Well, I can easily find the twins if you want me to, and they can find anyone."

I would appreciate it. I'll break my soul protector when it's time to start.

"I'll be looking for it," And with that the intruder to leave. At the entrance of the cave he paused and looked back at them.

Are you going to take that Witch with you?

"Are you going to forbid her from coming?"

What makes you think that?

"I noticed you didn't mention if the Witch Queen would join us."

She's much too old and thanks to SOMEONE here she doesn't see too well anymore.

"Medusa will do what she wants to and no one can stop her." The man shrugged at that and then left.

"What was that all about?" Medusa asked after remaining silent for far longer than she would've like to.

"Oh nothing much. We're just making plans to kill the Death God."