My name's Soul. Soul 'Eater' Evans. I'm a student at the Death Weapon Meister Academy, today's the day that I either become Lord Death's scythe, get another horny kitty, loose all the 99 Kishin egg souls my Meister Maka and I have collected, or, worst of all, die.
"You ready for this Soul?" I heard Maka say as she was walking around the empty dull warehouse looking for a mirror.
"I think the question is, are you?"
"Sure am. Okay let's see, AH! 42-42-564 whenever you want to knock on Death's door. Um, hello? Lord Death?"
"YO!" Then appeared Lord Death in the mirror. He was a quite strange man, but he was the creator of the DWMA.
"We've collected all 99 Kishin souls. All thats left now is the witch's soul."
"Excallent!"
"Yeah, enough with the small talk, so uncool. Where does the witch live?"
"SOUL! MAKA CHOP!"
"DAMN IT MAKA WOULD YOU EVER STOP DOING THAT?"
"Hehe, no."
That's what's cool about Maka, shes different and doesn't take my crap.
THAT'S RIGHT!
OH MY SHINIGAMI SAMA MAKA HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO GET PUT OF MY HEAD WHILE IM MONOLOGING!
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Okay I think she's gone now.
Well, anyway, Lord Death told us that the which actually lived right here in Death City. All I could think was, why the hell would a which be living in Death City?
Maka and I decided to go home for the night then pick up and kill that witch tomorrow.