A/N: Hey, what's up guys? I got this idea for a story and I just have to write it! Anyways read it and say what you want, I couldn't care less. In case you didn't know, Sobek is the Egyptian god of crocodiles and alligators so I thought he might be a good mate for Medusa, were he a wizard.
There, in the outskirts of the Witches Realm, sat Sobek, the dark wizard, brooding in silence as he watched, through the looking stone, the lord of death stand -somewhat- proudly before Maka Albarn, the girl who had slain the witch he'd loved most. With her weapon partner, Soul Eater, and the Academy's greatest meister, Franken Stein, the man who'd stolen his beloved from him before her death.
Oh, how he despised him for that. And he would have his vengeance on the Academy for what they've done against his wife. But first he must deal with that accursed meister before he brings the Academy crumbling down. He knew that Stein would defeat him with that perverted death scythe of his, should he simply waltz in and attack. Also, Stein was not one who was easily defeated. He was a powerful, cunning, and handsome man, even without that death scythe he was still handsome and powerful, just slightly more insane. So if he cannot kill him, then how could he exact his revenge? How could he possibly bring Stein to his knees? Make him weak like that pathetic child Maka Albar- Wait. That's it! But he would need a little assistance with that.
Putting his little fingers in his mouth, he whistled loudly.
In response to his call, a man clad in alligator skin swiftly approached, kneeling before his master. "Thy orders, my lord?" he questioned dutifully.
"Smite, bring me the man with the magic eye. I can trust not a normal witch with a task like this." Sobek commanded with a twisted smirk forming his lips. "Go now, and do not fail me"
"It shall be done, my lord." and with one final bow, he was off to complete the given mission.
Time skip.
He did not know how it happened. At one moment he was out hunting innocent mortals before it all went black, and now the immortal werewolf was blindfolded and being forcefully escorted to the large castle, formerly inhabited by Medusa herself.
Just as Free was in the middle of rethinking his idea of once being able to afford to let his guard down, he caught the scent of the familiar structure he was unable to see. 'What could that snake woman possible want with me now? I thought she was dead.' he mused as he was brought before Sobek's throne. "Who's there?" he questioned aloud toward the scent of the dark wizard.
"Ye may leave us, Smite." Sobek ordered, ignoring his query.
"As you wish, my lord." Smite bowed his head. Removing the point of his sword from Free's spine, he released his grip on his hair and departed in silence.
"There is no need for that cloth over thy eyes, man with the magic eye." Sobek then said, "I wish to greet thee properly."
"It's about damn time," Free growled, tugging his blindfold off, "And the name is Free. Who are you anyway?"
"A pleasure to meet thee, Free." the wizard greeted. "I am called, Sobek."
"Sobek? I know that name." Free started, smirking in remembrance. "What are you doing in Medusa's castle? You're the great Eibon's little brother, aren't you?"
"'Tis quite correct." Sobek nodded. Standing, he spread his arms wide. "And this is my abode, thou hath once serveth under my dearest consort, didst thou not?"
"Uh yeah, wait she was your wife?!" Free gasped in shock. Half confused by all the Shakespearean English.
"Indeed, and I require thine assistance ere to seek my revenge." Sobek sighed, becoming impatient. "I do beseech ye a confidence sans bound."
"Um, okay?" Free agreed, having not the slightest idea what he said. Something about trust, maybe? Yeah, sounds good. He'll go with that. "What do you need me to do?"
"Listen carefully." the wizard ordered, "Bring my enemy low. The one whom hath stolen the heart of my late bride, let his soul cry out for justice."
"You mean the ultimate meister, Stein right" Free inquired with growing interest.
"Correct, he hath stood in the way between me and the Academy, armed with braw strength," Sobek explained, "Canst thee reduce Franken Stein to a weakened state and removeth him from the fray if he can be destroyed not?"
"Yeah, I think so, but how do you want me to do that?" the wolf-man questioned.
"I haven't the foggiest idea. Put thine imagination and thy magic eye to use and doest as thou please." Sobek waved him off. "But before thou do so, I needeth to be certain 'tis hatched, and shall be done so." he continued, raising his glowing staff in both hands. With a mighty shout in a foreign tongue, he brought the staff down hard on the ground, opening a swirling portal above Free's head.
The unsuspecting werewolf jumped in surprise and nearly bolted when several alligator like spirits descended upon him, all flying simultaneously into his mouth and nostrils making him cry out in agony. Falling to his knees, he panted heavily as his pain slowly dissipated.
"Excellent," Sobek chuckled maniacally as Free carefully stood up again, "My loyal apparitions shouldst keep thee under my sight whilst ye do my bidding. Now, about your business straight."
"Yeah, whatever you're saying." Free nodded, rubbing his temple as he felt a migraine coming on.
"Good, now go, go, dispatch!" Sobek commanded harshly, sending Free on his way.
Time skip.
At the Academy.
In the midst of the crescent moon class, Maka sat listening patiently to Professor Stein draw the class session to an end with homework assignments and news for the upcoming test. Soon enough, the bell rang and the stitched man dismissed the class with a kick off of his desk and an oh so graceful trip out the door, literally. Rolling her eyes, Maka grabbed her backpack and slammed a book on Souls head as he had once again fallen asleep in class. As the poor scythe rubbed the large welt out of his head, the young meister stepped over Stein's body and caught up with her friends. Discussing on having them over for breakfast on Saturday for the sake of hanging out. Just as the were figuring the time, they heard Lord Death's jovial voice over the school intercom.
"Maka Albarn, Death the Kid, and Black star, please report to the death room immediately. Maka, Kid, and Black star, to the death room immediately. That means weapons, too!"
The students each sweat dropped at their childish headmaster, but quickly did as told and rushed to the death room.
Stepping inside the large room, Maka sidestepped as her loving father tried to glomp her at the entrance and rushed up to the center of the room with her classmates to see that Professor Stein was there as well. Not wanting to know how he'd gotten there so fast, they greeted Lord Death with each of their names.
"Hey, kids! Wuzzup? Wuzzup? Thanks for coming!" the death god cheered joyfully.
"Was there something you needed, father?" Kid asked seriously as his twin pistols nodded.
"Yeah, what's going on, sir?" Maka added to which Black star jumped in with. "He just wanted to see me, the one and only Black star!" of course earning himself a reaper chop from the mighty hand of god.
"I've summoned you here because there's been some unusual activity in Bran Castle in Transylvania, involving the legendary wolf-man and a number of witches." Lord Death explained as a fountain of blood spewed from the blue-haired boy's head. "And I need the seven of you to go investigate what they could be doing, there's also a few kishin souls in the area so don't forget to collect them."
"Understood, sir." Maka nodded dutifully, yet curious about one thing. "But why are Professor Stein and Papa here?"
"Oh, well I couldn't send a bunch of kids into a such a scary place, full of witches, all by themselves," Lord Death answered as if it was obvious, causing said kids to sweat drop once again, "So I'm sending Spirit and Stein along, to make sure you come back alive."
"That means you don't have to worry, Maka!" Spirit practically floated closer, looking as tough as the death scythe could manage. "Your papa will protect you!"
Sighing at her father's attempt to be noticed, Maka followed Stein as he lead the children out to complete their new mission, crushing Spirit's heart as she wasn't even looking at his brave pose.
Dejected, the red-haired scythe trudged out the door, after the little party, clutching a blond-haired doll to his chest.
A/N: Cliffhanger! What happens next? Watch out Stein! I hope you liked it. Best of love!