The Legend of the Crystal Kingdom

by Oblivion-Time

"He is a killer! Don't you see what danger you put us in by inviting him! He is the Soul Eater!" Armour of pure crystal and a sword made of compacted crystals. He's Soul Eater, the infamous killing machine. You come in his way, and he will take your life.

2. Part 2

Summary: "He is a killer! Don't you see what danger you put us in by inviting him?! He is the Soul Eater!"

"Why did you choose this life? Why in the world would you want to kill people?"

"Why?" He asked. "Because I have this ability to protect myself. I'm blessed with this power to strike those who rise against me dead. I can get back at those who anger me and I can do everything those people did to hurt me. I can get my revenge on everybody in this cursed world."

Armour of pure crystal and a sword made of compacted crystals. He's Soul Eater, the infamous killing machine. You come in his way, and he will take your life.

The Legend of the Crystal Kingdom part 2

Soul was happier than he has ever been. Every day he spent outside of the Albarn kingdom, using his crystal power like he had never tried before. He discovered a new part of himself. He could change color of his crystals and now when he thought about, his crystals did weep when they were shaped into deadly weapons. They weren't meant to use as lethal weapons, then what were they meant to be used as? It was a mystery of himself he had never even thought about.

Every night as soon as the sun set behind the horizon, he sneaked inside of the Albarn castle and met his queen. They shared meals and talked about everything that came to their minds. The nights always ended with them either cuddling up together and falling asleep in each other's arms, or they made love, wanting to be as close as physical possible to each other.

Beautiful days went by, and Soul found himself falling more and more in love with his queen. As they fell more in love, Maka fell more miserable with her marriage with her king. She was a married woman but her heart belonged to another man.

Their joy would come to a sudden halt.

Soul sat on sand near a river, hearing the sound of the water and the birds chirp happily. His helmet rested beside his hip his crystal gloves right beside it.

His eyes were set on his bare hand. A crystal grew slowly in his hand. Pearls of sweat glistered on his forehead. The crystals slowly turned to a blood-red color as the crystals took a new shape than the spikes he usually made.

CRACK!

His focus was broken when his safety crystals were broken. Someone had stepped on them and the person was heading his way.

The crystal in his hand shattered and the gloves and helmet rejoined their correct places on his hands and head. His hand grabbed the sword stuck in the ground and readied himself. "Show yourself!"

And the person did. Over the hill walked appeared a short man with a top hat and a sharp nose. He knew exactly who that was and at the moment it was the last person he wanted to see.

"Mosquito." He growled under his breath. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm on the behalf of the sisters of the Gorgon kingdom." His hand sneaked inside of his coat and brought out a neat white envelope. "They asked me to find you and deliver you this."

Soul did not have to guess what it was. It was another letter with the location and picture of who his next target was. He had taken two jobs before from the Gorgon Sisters and they paid him handsomely. They were also very brave since he had a nasty reputation of killing his bosses in the end. When he grew tired of taking orders, he simply killed them and he knew the Gorgon Sisters were testing him, testing his patience with them because he is certainly tired of being bossed around by them.

But he did need the money. One more mission couldn't hurt.

Soul reached out and grabbed the envelope. "Now go before I decide to cut off your nose and feed it to you." He bared his teeth and immediately, the old man bowed before he hightailed away from him.

He was certainly wiser than the Gorgon Sisters.

The letter contained as he knew. There was a drawing of a man with long hair and a straw in his mouth. The information said he was a samurai from Japan and he had some deadly skills, skills that could kill warriors, but skills not enough to stop The Soul Eater.

That evening, he used his newfound skills to disguise himself from the gardeners and maidens who strolled in the royal garden, however, his eyes settled on the king and beside him sat the guard with the crazy blue hair.

Carefully Soul stuck to the shadows and listened carefully onto their conversation.

"― acting strange." The king Kid spoke to the guard. "She no longer sleeps in her own room and she always disappears from dinner. I also heard she has been asking for food from the chefs. Something is going on and I want to know what it is."

Black*Star nodded, the metal of his armor rustled. "Do you want me to spy on her or guard her?"

"Both. I want you to keep an eye on her and figure out why she acts like she does. This is no coincidence. Guard her and make sure she does not wander around."

Soul heard enough. Kid knew something was going on and if he had to guess, he was suspicious of his and Maka's relationship. Maka had given quite a performance at the dining table and so had he, he had to know the timing of her change of behavior and him had to have a connection.

Soul had to give him credit. He was cleverer than he gave him credit for.

He had heard enough so he sneaked to the west wing like usual and snuck inside. This time, Maka wasn't there. Depended on that the sun hadn't set and in a few minutes Maka would most likely be eating dinner with the king. If she went to the west wing afterward with Black*Star tailing her, they would be found out.

He had to do something. Fast.

He needed to give a sign to Maka. A sign telling her to not walk to the west wing.

An idea appeared in his mind.

Immediately he shredded his crystal armor and pushed it under the bed. Better safe than sorry.

He went through the closet inside of the room and found a sheet for the bed. He wrapped it around him and started to dust himself with his crystals, making the sheet look more like a brown maiden dress with a white apron. He mixed his hair with strings of crystal so his hair looked more like a fine sunny blond than a cold white. He made curves with his crystals so he would appear… more feminine. He couldn't do much about his eyes and teeth, but he guessed it was for the better. Maka had to recognize him somehow.

He didn't look well in his disguise, but it was better than nothing.

Soul exited the room and slowly headed down the hallways. He met some maidens and luckily for him, they didn't pay any attention to him. They giggled and walked passed him without paying any attention to him.

His disguise was working.

He found the way to the dining room and saw Maka seated by the table, eating much faster than she did when he dined with her. She was practically shoving the food and chewing quickly.

Black*Star stood by the wall, watching both of them with his spire on his back.

Soul would have to be careful not to be noticed or seen as suspicious. He noticed a maiden walked out of a door with a can of wine, which she walked up to the king and queen, offering them a glass of it.

She must have come out of the kitchen and there was his ticket home. He followed the walls so he wouldn't attract the attention of the king and the guard. He snuck inside of the "kitchen" which proved to be the wine cellar, which didn't matter since it would still offer as a good disguise. He grabbed a random bottle of wine and walked back to the dining room where he found Maka taking her last bite of a chicken wing.

He walked up to her. "Would you like some wine?" He raised his voice so it wouldn't be so husky and low. Soul held forward the wine bottle so she could read the etiquette, but when her eyes met his, she wasn't interested with the wine. "Your majesty?" He let his teeth peek out to her, short enough so the king wouldn't notice but enough for her to know.

With a gentle tap of his finger crystal dust crawled up the wine and made a message only for her. "Do not go to west. Go to your room." He made sure her eyes had the time to read and process the message before the dust fell to her lap.

"Um," her eyes returned to his and confusion was clear as water on her face.

"Leave the bottle, thank you." The king spoke.

Soul nodded toward Kid, leaving the bottle by Maka. Her mouth gapped like she wanted to say something to him. He shook his head slowly at her, trying to send out a message of not doing anything reckless. He seemed to reach her since she slouched down in her seat and dropped her eyes to her lap where the crystal dust still laid.

He went out of the diner room and made sure not to be seen by Black*Star or any other maidens when he entered her bedroom. Immediately he discarded the sheet and dusted off the crystal and took the strings out of his hair. He didn't need to wait for too long before Maka walked inside of the bedroom with a basket of strawberries in her hand.

"What is going―" She asked quickly Soul crossed the room and covered her mouth.

"Not so loud." Soul whispered, slowly removing his hand from her mouth. "I overheard a conversation between Kid and Black*Star earlier. He has made Black*Star spying on you because you have been acting different."

"What? He did?" She sounded shocked and her wide eyes didn't fail her.

"Yes. I think Kid is on to us. He suspects we are still in contact."

"Oh Kid." Maka sighed heavily and gently walked passed Soul, putting down the basket of strawberries on her bed.

"That's not all of it."

"Please tell me there is something positive." She took a seat on her bed and gazed into his eyes like there were stars on the sky. "I don't think I can handle any more bad news."

"I know you wouldn't like it if I told you tomorrow." Soul took a seat beside her and grabbed her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Today a man approached me―"

"Just get it over with." She leaned to him and buried her forehead in his neck. "Just say it."

He sighed and rested his head on hers. "I got a letter of my next target. That means I have to leave for an unknown amount of time."

He knew the news were bad and it pained him to tell her it, but it hurt her even more. She burst out into tears and sobbed loudly. He wrapped his arms around her and muffled her sobs with his chest. Gently her rocked her in his arms but it didn't sooth the pain she felt.

"You were just going to leave? Why would you leave? Why do you have to leave?" She sobbed and his shirt quickly got soaked with her tears.

"I don't want to leave you, but this is something I have to do. I need to sever my connection and as soon as I have done that, I will be all yours. There will be nothing keeping me away from y―"

"If you feel like this is something you need to do, you aren't going to leave me here. I refuse to sit around waiting for you for who knows how long. I refuse to be away from you." She looked up from his chest and fisted his shirt. "You are not going to reject me. You can't keep me here. You can't force me to stay."

He sighed heavily, he didn't know if it was with annoyance or relief. Having Maka on the road did sound wonderful, of sharing every moment with her and showing her the world, it excited him. Then again, he would be responsible of her safety. Many thieves and murderers in the underground world could target her and put her in danger. He would have to leave her for a day or two when he sought his target and the Gorgon Sisters to assassinate them. Who knew what could happen to her in the meantime.

He would no longer be alone, but to what cost? Maybe getting Maka killed or maybe sold as a sex slave on the underground market? If he could avoid that fate, he would.

Then again, he was The Soul Eater. He wouldn't let her get hurt. He is confident in his ability and there was no way he was going to fail. Not when he had someone as wonderful as Maka. No way was he going to fail.

"It won't be like living in the castle. You will have to sleep on the ground, maybe even eating two meals instead of three. It isn't an easy life." He looked straight into his eyes. He needed to read her if there was any sign of hesitation.

"I do not care. I will manage. All I need is you."

He would lie if saying those words didn't touch him.

He leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on her lips, which she responded happily to, trying to convey her need for him. Soul pulled away from her and rested his forehead on hers. "You will be away for a very long time. How could you convince the king to let you go?"

"I will not tell him. We simply leave." She murmured, bringing him closer to her by grabbing his shirt. "We can leave. Now or tomorrow or the day after that."

"Won't your kingdom need you?"

"Kid knows how to rule a kingdom. He will do fine when we are away. I have most of the time just been his jewelry. Nothing will change. I promise."

He sighed heavily and his eyes found the ceiling very interesting. "What am I going to do with you?" He muttered mostly for himself.

"Take me with you. If you will not. I will grab a horse and I will hunt you down like there is no tomorrow."

He had received many threats through his days, but none of them made his stomach stir with excitement. Excitement because the thought of his beloved queen would hunt him down was adorable. He could live hearing threats from her.

"We can't have that, can we?" He smiled and cupped her face gently. "I give up. You can come along but whatever I say, you do. If I tell you to run, you run. If I tell you to hide, you hide."

She nodded eagerly. "I will. You can count on me."

"You do understand if I tell you to run and save yourself, you save yourself."

Her body froze and her eyes widen in shock. "Soul I―"

"No Maka. You will listen to what I say. You will be my responsible and I can't let anything happen to you. I can't let anything to happen to you. I will be devastated if something happened to you. There are people who have put a bounty on your head and I can't let them get you. I can't let anyone take you away from me. If by preventing you from getting yourself into trouble by leaving you here, I will. You will have to give me your word you will do anything and I mean anything I tell you to do."

Maka sighed heavily and her eyes fell from his own, facing the floor as she rested her chin in his hands. "I promise, but you got to promise me in return to not take any unnecessary risks. I don't want to lose you either."

He smiled gently and nodded. "I promise."

Early that morning, they got up from their bed in West wing. Maka had her bag with extra set of clothes that made her blend into the crowd and some foods she wanted with her on the road. They snuck out of the castle's ground before the sun peeked from the tree tops. They were together on the road and not only the mere nights they shared inside of the castle's walls. They were finally together in the wake of the day and Maka couldn't help but smile brightly. Soul had seen her smile before, but she never smiled with such happiness, it made her glow.

He learned so much about Maka and about her character. As they moved from kingdom to kingdom, every person she met she greeted with a large smile and she offered the little food they had to homeless orphans and beggars on the streets. He understood why Maka was praised and loved by so many people, she was hard not to like since she was so friendly toward every person she came by. Even when sellers were rude to her, she was nice back, which made his heart melt and his fists to clench. He turned into a warm gush since she couldn't possibly be mean to anyone, and therefore he wanted to punch the seller for being rude to such an amazing person. Maka sensed his distress every time and she would cup his face and stare into his eyes. Like that, the anger would disappear. She was truly his safety net and his medicine for happiness.

He was happy. He was happier than he had ever remembered. His whole life was misery and pain and all he could think about was how could he live such a toxic life? Why was he so angry all the time when he could let go and be happy?

His greatest worry came along three weeks into their journey. Maka got sick. She threw up and exhaustion wore her off quickly. He was terrified she had caught something life-threatening, but it was far from life-threatening, it was the miracle of life. Maka was pregnant with their child. He was going to be a father and the baby would have the most amazing mother ever. He was so happy and content he could die happily, although he had no plans on ever dying. Not now when he finally received happiness and damned he would cling onto the happiness like never before.

Only the missions he had to complete brought him down. He didn't want to do it. He didn't want to kill anyone. But he did it anyway. He reluctantly left Maka at a safe location in the woods by a river. It was close to the volcano Arachnephobia so the chance of anyone coming was low. As a last safety resort he had lined up discreet protective walls and had arranged a high sensitive alarm system around the area she lived at. He made sure no one would reach her and hurt her or their unborn child.

For one week he was away. He killed the samurai, collected his reward from the Gorgon Sisters to then finish both of them off. On the seventh day, he knew he would no longer slay any other person for money or from anger. He decided he would bury his sword as soon as they got back to Maka's kingdom and he would never use his skills to take another person's life if Maka's life wasn't threatened.

On the seventh evening as the sun colored the sky a bright pink color, he ran. He ran as quickly as his legs would allow him. A heavy weight was lifted off his shoulders. He was happier and absolutely weightless. He grabbed his sword and ripped it from his hip and he let it go. The sword hit the grass and he didn't care about it. He continued to run as the armor started to break apart. Long cracks ran all over his armor and bits broke off the armor he had so long treasured for so many years.

Soul quickly made a steppingstone and used to jump over the protective wall he had created. He smiled wide as he let go. The crystal armor and the walls erupted and turned into a cloud of blue dust. His smile only widened when he saw the face he had longed for so long. The large belly of hers and the face that lightened up his life and saved him from misery.

Maka's face lit up the whole forest. She grabbed the hem of her grey dress and held it high so she could run faster. "Soul!" She yelled happily.

"Maka!" He opened his arms wide and she threw herself in his embrace. She giggled into his ear as her lips kissed his jaw, cheek, forehead, nose, eyes, every piece of skin she could find. "I missed you." He whispered into her ear as he inhaled her sweet scent of green apples and vanilla. "Not a moment went by I didn't miss you."

"So did I." She pulled away from him and her hands gently traced his cheek with tears in her eyes. "The baby has missed you too. She has been anxious to hear your voice again. She missed you just as much as I did."

"She?" He questioned as he set his hand on her seven month pregnant stomach.

"Yes." She set hers on his. "I have a feeling it is a she."

He smiled. A girl. A little Maka. A perfect pure little girl with the same striking green eyes as her with the largest heart there was. With her shape of her face and her same blond hair. Just like her mother.

Maka grabbed his hand and led him to the small camp he had set up for her. Soul took a seat on the ground and Maka sat in between his legs, resting her back against his chest as they both caressed her swollen stomach.

"You don't have your armor or your sword anymore." She stated with her eyes closed in content.

"I dumped it. I won't need it any longer." He whispered in her ear as he caressed her stomach, feeling the small kicks of their little baby.

Her smile widened even more. "No more violence?"

"No more violence." He stated. "We can be together. Nothing can keep us apart anymore." His hand slowly wandered up her stomach and passed her chest. "And I have a gift to you."

"Gift?" She said surprised.

"Yes." His hand settled on where the pin stuck the two ends of her mantel together at her collarbones. "I have been practicing for a very long time now, and I think I finally got the hang of it." Underneath his palm crystals slowly rose. Slowly the crystal latched onto the pin on her mantel. The crystal shaped into desired form and when he removed his hand, a beautiful light blue crystal rose decorated her pin.

Maka gasped loudly and her fingers caressed the petal of the flower. "Soul, it is beautiful!" She leaned her head backwards so she could look into his eyes. "I can feel it. Your crystals. They aren't weeping anymore!" Her hand found his cheek and gently caressed it. "They are happy. They are joyful for you."

He may have the ability of making and shaping crystals, but Maka had a power of her own. She could find the smallest hurt in a person and make it disappear. He had taken his whole painful persona and completely changed him. She could not make any enemies, she could only befriend people. Everybody loved her and he was the lucky one who snatched her heart. He could not have asked for more.

His hand gently cupped her cheek and planted a loving kiss on her lips. "I am able to control crystals, but you have something far more superior than my ability." He only received a raised eyebrow for answer. "Everybody loves you. All you need to do is smile and they love you automatically. There is not a single person in this world who could dislike you. You are unable to dislike anyone."

"That is not true." She caressed his cheek. "I dislike a lot of things and there are people who don't like me. For an example, I dislike whole-grilled pigs they serve and olives. Some of the maidens at the castle don't like me since they say I am "false" in their words."

"They are just jealous." He nuzzled close to her face. "They are just jealous you are such an amazing person and they aren't. They wished they were as loved and lucky as you are." He planted a kiss on her cheek. "And seriously, why don't you like olives? They are really good."

"It is stupid. But it is something with the taste and texture I don't like. It rubs me the wrong way and I can't find myself to enjoy them."

"You know you don't have to like everything."

"I know, but everybody seems to like them so much and I don't want to disappoint anyone by not eating them."

"You are only disappointing them by not telling them." His lips wandered down to her jaw and pressed his lips to her soft skin. "They want to please you, and if they keep giving you something you don't like they failed at serving you. You can tell them as soon as we get back to the castle. It is better for them to know."

She sighed in pleasure. "I will." Her forehead suddenly made contact with his and she wrapped her arm around his shoulders. "There is something I want to ask you of."

"Ask away." He whispered, felling his upper lip hovering over hers.

"It is a huge favor―"

"Ask Maka, you don't need to say anything. Whatever you want I'm more than happy to give you."

"Okay." She gulped. He could feel the nervousness ooze off her like smoke from a fire. "It is just― When we get back― oh my, it is harder than I thought." She inhaled loudly as Soul patiently waited for her. "I cannot― I refuse to run my kingdom with Kid. I can't go back to stand beside Kid. I want you to be my king and I want only you to live with me in the castle. I cannot go back to sneaking around with you― I don't want to go back with this only being a nightly relationship. I want to share my whole life with you and I want you to be my husband. I don't want Kid, I want you and I will always only want you."

When they got back. He hadn't thought about it. He was so caught up in the present that he totally forgot they were going to head back toward Albarn Kingdom where Maka would return being the queen and he… he didn't know what he was supposed to do.

"I do want to be together with you. Day and night. I want our relationship to be known, but how are we supposed to do it? Is there a way we can get Kid off the throne and get you out of that marriage?"

Maka nodded. "There is a way. I'm carrying your child and since she has royal blood in her veins, she will be the heiress to the throne, which means it isn't Kid's child. With our baby Kid will have to give up the throne since it wouldn't matter if he had any kids with me, it wouldn't count. Kid and I would sever the marriage and I would marry you."

Maka had obviously given the subject a lot of thought. She had planned every little detail and thought around every obstacle, and she had found the perfect loophole.

If Soul was honest, he had no desire being king. He had no desire ruling a kingdom or caring for a people. But if his loved one needed him on the throne supporting her, he would be more than willing to help her out as well as he could even thought he would be the most hated king through history of human kind. There was no way they would accept him as a king. Heck, he wouldn't even accept himself as one.

Whatever his queen needed, he would be that person because she deserved the best. He didn't deserve an angel like her, but he would damned try to be what she deserved.

"How long have you been thinking about this?" He questioned.

"Since we found out I was pregnant." She whispered, her nose caressing his jaw. "I do not want to live without you. I do not want to sneak around."

"And we won't. If you want marriage and me as the king, then that is what you get." He grabbed her hand where her golden wedding ring decorated her finger. "In fact, let's start right now." Crystals crawled out of his hand and around the finger. It dense around the golden material and cloaked it with a deep grey shade. On the top of the new ring their names were engraved with classic cursive letters.

Maka's eyes went wide with shock as she admired the ring on her finger. "It's beautiful." Her index finger ran over the surface of the new ring on her finger. "I love it. It―" A sob.

"Maka?" He saw tears trickle down her cheeks, which she quickly wiped away with her hand. "Are you okay?"

"Yes." She sniffled, she brought her hand with the ring on close to her chest. "It is the most beautiful gift I have ever received." She sobbed loudly and her hand wandered up to the rose that decorated her pin. "Your gifts are so meaningful and the most beautiful I have ever receiving. I can feel your love and it makes me weep with joy because you made something so beautiful for me."

He was touched. It warmed him in the most delicious ways.

He pulled her closer to him and hugged her. "You better get used to it because I will make it my purpose in this life to please you at every possible way I can. I will forever be your servant." His hand cupped her face and gently wiped away her tears. She lay on her side so she could have better access to him.

"I would rather want you as my husband." And her lips connected with his, kissing him passionately. He savored the taste of her rich lips and the stir in his chest. He could kiss her forever and he would never get tired of it. With her pregnant belly on his and the cold of her ring caressing his cheek, he was in his happy place. There was nothing that could ever ruin this moment for h―

His eyes snapped wide open when he felt a crystal breaking on his alarm system. Soul pulled away from Maka and she immediately sensed his distress. "Is someone coming?"

He nodded as he helped he grabbed her hand and helped her up on her feet. "Stay behind me." He ordered which she complied. Their hands stayed entwined and her hand rested on his shoulder. He felt another crystal break and the intruder was closer.

Soul had done a good job covering up their tracks as they travelled. They hid inside of the forest for a reason. It was hard to orientate through if you didn't know where you were going. This person had somehow managed to find his way through the forest and found their camp, but h―

His armor. His sword. He only discarded them, not bothering with taking the whole half minute breaking them down since he just had to see his queen.

"Take a step backwards." Soul commanded.

Maka flinched and released her hand from his, taking a step backwards. "Is it dangerous?"

He swift his hand through the air and hoped for the best.

"Your majesty!" A high voice yelled and the intruder came out form the forest. "I finally found you!"

"Black*Star!" Maka exclaimed loudly.

The blue haired man pulled out his sword from its holster and held it toward Soul. "I have come to save you! Eater! Surrender and hand over the queen and I will let you walk away."

His heart skipped a beat. Just the thought of the obnoxious guard he had met months ago made his stomach stir with disgust. "I'm not going to let you take her from me." He could feel it. At the back of his head he could feel how the grass and moss pushed pass as it drew toward him.

"Then I will make you regret for kidnapping our precious queen!" He growled and his knuckles turned white as his teeth gritted loudly. "I will make you regret you were born! No one dares to rape the queen!" Black*Star leaped toward them with his sword high and hatred in his eyes.

Hatred Soul was more than happy to respond to.

Soul growled and he was more than ready to hurt the asshole since he accused him of raping his love of his life. He was going to pay!

"Stop it!" Maka grabbed Soul's hand and instantly threw herself in front of him. "Stop it! Stop it now!"

Black*Star was in midair and with his sword already descending toward them, toward her.

"Maka!" His arms wrapped around her body and with the help of a crystal, he got the momentum to get away from Black*Star's sword slamming powerfully into the ground, creating dust clouds from the impact. Soul skidded on the back with Maka on top of him. His shirt definitely ripped in the process.

As soon as they came to a stop, Maka rolled off him and shook his shoulder. "Soul! Are you okay?"

"Damned." He growled and sat up, feeling how blood on his back turned to crystals. Maka must see it since her hand caressed a crystal on his back. "Don't worry." He groaned and grabbed her wrist. "I'm fine."

"You are hurt."

"I can still fight." He got up on his feet and rolled his shoulders. Crystals unlashed from his back and feel to the ground. Perfect blood red crystals.

"No Soul." She grabbed his hand and got up on her feet as well. "You can't fight him. I have known him my whole life. You can't hurt him. Let's just talk to him."

"Queen Maka!" Black*Star exclaims again, drawing their attention. "Come with me! Your kingdom needs you, your husband and the king needs you!"

"Black*Star, Soul didn't kidnap me." Maka entwined their hands. "I followed willingly with him. I chose to leave from the castle on my own. He didn't force himself on me, I wanted to be with him because I love him."

Black*Star growled loudly and he tightened his hand on his sword. "He has brained washed you! He is a murderer! You wouldn't go with someone like him!"

"Shut the fuck up!" Soul roared and squeezed Maka's hand tightly. "I would never hurt her! I would never let anyone even look at her in a negative light!"

"Soul." Maka cupped his face and pried his eyes over to hers. "Calm down. We can solve this. There is no need for yelling or violence."

Soul inhaled deeply and relaxed his trembling knuckles. He repeated his breathing pattern which Maka encouraged him happily.

"Die!" Black*Star hollered and swung his sword toward Soul.

Soul growled loudly and faster than ever, Soul's sword ran through the grass and caught it expertly in his hand. He blocked Black*Star's sword with it and he pried Black*Star backwards.

"Stop!" Maka exclaimed and put her hands on their chests. "Just stop this! You both are better than this!"

"Stay out of this!" Soul yelled and quickly he swept with his hand and crystals froze her feet to the ground. "I don't want you to get hurt, Maka. You got to stay out of this for your own good."

"Soul―" Soul swung is hand and a wall of crystals surrounded her.

With her finally safe from the fight, he could fight Black*Star without holding back. No one came and threatened to take his queen away from him. No one accused him of raping and kidnapping the one person that made him into the best of himself. Black*Star will regret he ever came looking for them.

Soul roared loudly and pushed Black*Star away from him. Their swords crashed again and again, their different egos and goals clashing on many different levels. In the back of his head, he heard Maka's pleads for them to stop through the crystal wall and he felt every pound of her fists. It was distracting, but nothing could distract him more than hearing her cry out for them to stop as tears rolled down her cheeks.

And the distraction got the best of him.

Black*Star's foot slammed into his stomach and he is send backwards. He softened his fall by making crystal dust where he lands.

"Soul!" Maka screamed at the top of her lungs. He can feel how the crystal walls weaken from every punch she delivers to him and to his horror, she kept punching. She kept punching till the point her knuckles split and her blue blood stains on the crystal wall.

He needs to finish it quickly.

"Damn it." He growled and he swept his hands upward. Crystals erupted from the ground and the sharp ends point toward Black*Star. Black*Star skillfully avoided each and every one of them by jumping, rolling and throwing himself out of the ways. Their swords clashed once again and fists and kicks were exchanged. Soul's sword gashed his bicep, leaving crimson blood trickling down his steel armor.

His sword has not proven to fail him to break armor.

Soul made a quick hand movement and his feet froze to the ground. He swung his sword toward the man and He blocked it and countered quickly with a sweep of his own. Soul immediately backpedaled from the egg of the sword. Black*Star quickly grabbed his spire from his back and raised it, ready to launch.

Black*Star threw it and Soul easily moved aside.

Everything slowed down. His eyes moved behind him and saw how Maka's fist connected with the crystals and the wall broke, her blood-soaked knuckles all bruised and her blood was all over the crystals. The spire soared through the air, going toward her direction. His eyes widen and fear shot through his body and he quickly made a crystal coming up from the ground.

The spire impaled in her shoulder and her body was thrown back into the crystal wall behind her. Her cry of pain ripped through the air and her blood threw through the air.

His crystal didn't make it in time.

His throatripped as he screamed the name of the love of his life at the top of his lungs. The blue haired man was completely forgotten as he ran up to his love bleeding out in front of him.

"MAKAAAA!" He kept screaming as the crystals around her evaporated. He caught her in his arms with the spire sticking out of her shoulder. "Maka! Maka! Answer me!"

She hissed in pain and her eyes fluttered open. "It hurts." She groaned and her head slowly moved in discomfort. "Soul… it hurts."

He cupped her face and gently made her look into his eyes. "I'm sorry Maka. I'm so sorry. I have to pull the spire out of you. It's going to hurt."

She groaned louder and squeezed her eyes shut. "Just do it. Do it quickly."

He nodded and he grabbed the spire. She was lucky it wasn't a hook tip on the spire or else he would have to shatter her bone and push the spire through her. He counted her down and when he hit zero, he pulled the spire out of her and she cried out with pain, her blue blood soaking her white maiden dress.

He had to do something in order to stop the bleeding or else she would die within the hour of blood loss. He had to cauterize the wound and quickly. Starting a fire and warming up Black*Star's sword would take too long. He needed heat and that was quickly.

Slowly Soul's eyes wandered to the volcano rising from the tree tops.

Volcano Arachnophobia. He could easily get up there quick enough to cauterize the wound.

The lava from Arachnophobia is the only chance he has in saving her.

"Soul." She groaned as she gripped her wounded shoulder. "The baby… what is going to happen?"

Soul stood up on his feet and lifted her up. "We are going to Arachnophobia. You relax and focus on staying with me. Okay?"

"Arachnophobia?!" The warrior captain hollered loudly as he fought against the crystals keeping him stuck to the ground. "You are crazy! The volcano is guarded by huge spiders! You will get both of you killed!"

Soul couldn't care less what he thought. He ignored him as he made a crystal for Maka to block as much blood as possible from leaving her body. "Press this against the wound. It should help."

"T-thank you." She whispered as Soul made crystals grow out of his body, covering his skin and making a cocoon for Maka since he would need both of his hands for this one. He released his hands from her and the crystals allowed her to stay close to his body.

"You are going to be fine." Crystals grew from his feet and he skidded quickly toward Black*Star, snatching the steel sword from his hand and now wielded both swords. He used his crystals like a surfing board, to get to the mouth of the volcano as quick as possible. He rushed toward up the cliff toward the volcano and to his luck, there were no spiders in front of him. No ones were in sight as he came half way up the mountain.

A loud shriek caught his attention and it wasn't from Maka. He looked backward and saw a huge spider with nasty long legs and a red cross on its body.

He growled loudly and flipped around on his board. Crystals erupted form the ground and the spider moved quicker than he thought. One crystal pierced its side and it screamed loudly in pain which only attracted more spiders from their hideouts.

He was in serious trouble.

He couldn't kill all of them. It would take far too long time and he would end up with a lifeless Maka. He had to get away from them and that was quickly.

Soul growled loudly and he flung with his hands. Large pillars rose from the ground and went high to the sky. The pillars created bars which the spiders crashed quickly into, their nasty long legs scratched the surface and in between them.

Soul skidded to a stop at the top of the volcano and just a few meters away from him was the mouth with the hot lava in it. He dropped the sword and the crystal fell off of him and he held Maka close in his arms.

Her breathing was shallow and almost nonexistent to his horror. Her skin was white as his hair and her entire dress was soaked in her royal blood. His fingers flung to her neck and he sought for her pulse. It was difficult. He had to press into her neck to feel the irregular and weak pulse of her.

"Maka." He whimpered cupping her face as tears prickled his eyes. "Maka. Please, say something, anything."

"Soul…" She was barely audible. "I won't…" She inhaled deeply, her shaky hand reaching out for him. He quickly grabbed it and squeezed it. "I won't… make it…"

"No! You're going to be fine! You got to be fine! We have to take care of our baby, of our baby girl. You can't give up now! You are so close Maka!" He was crying. Tears were rolling down his cheeks and he felt how his heart was breaking.

"You know as well as… I do… I'm a goner…"

His heart broke. It absolutely broke into pieces because he knew it was true. She had lost too much blood and if he left her side now to heat up the sword, she would be dead when he returned. He didn't want her to die, but there was nothing he could do to save her. There was absolutely nothing he could do to save her. All he could do was stay by her side.

"You can't die." He sobbed as his tears hit her cheeks. His hands smeared her blue blood on her cheeks. "You can't leave me! What am I supposed to do without you?! You are my life!"

"Our girl… is your life… Juliet… is your life… you got to save her… You can only save her…"

He cried out loudly and his hands were shaking. "No, no Maka. We got to save her! Together!"

She shook her head, which was more of her head falling to the side. "I'm… done… for it… please… cut her out… you got… to save… Juliet."

"Maka―"

"Please!" A single tear escaped her left eye. "I don't… want her to die!"

How could he deny her? He could never deny her anything. He knew she was right. She was going to die and if the baby wasn't out of her body, their baby girl, Juliet would suffocate in her belly and he would lose every important person in his life.

He had to cut her womb open.

With shaky hands, he lowered her head on the ground and gripped his crystal sword. Tears poured down his face as he leaned down and planted one devastated kiss on her lips. He kissed her with every bit of passion he could muster, kissed her as gently and lovingly as he could, with no respond from her but the weak try at pucker of her lips. He pulled away and rested his forehead on hers. "I love you Maka. I love you with all of my heart and I swear I will never love anyone else than you. You stole my heart and I don't want it back. I am so incredibly happy I got to meet you and I will treasure every second I spent with you, ever kiss we shared and every time you looked me in the eyes and told me you loved me."

"I… love you too… Love Juliet… as much as you loved me… I know you will be fine… with her…"

He cried as he pulled away from her. He raised his shaky hands with the sword in his hands. "I love you so much and I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you." His sword sunk. Into her flesh and she cried out pitifully in pain. He cut her stomach open to the sound of her scream of pain before it turned nonexistent.

He knew she was gone. He knew he had lost her. She was gone forever.

He cried out loudly in pain and agony as he felt his perfect other half leave him alone in the world. He wanted to close his eyes and wish to wake up, wake up inside of the Gorgon Kingdom, knowing it was all a horrible dream and he was going to return to his love or waking up beside her and damned he would love her like never before.

But his reality had turned into a nightmare. The thing that couldn't happen had happened. His queen― his Maka was gone.

He wanted to close his eyes and look away, but he had to see where his hands dug inside of the love of his life. He pulled out her guts as he cried loudly, feeling the warmth of her blood and the flesh of her until he found her womb and cut it open. He found the baby and he pulled it out.

A girl. She was right. It was a girl― A Juliet like she had predicted.

But she was not like they had expected. No cries, no movement and no pulse.

In his hands he held the corpse of his baby.

He looked at her. His heart had stopped. The world froze all around him as he looked at the blood coated baby in his hands. The sound of the spiders shrieking was so far away from him even though they were so close to him. His focus was on the dead baby in his hands and he couldn't focus on anything else.

He had lost everything. He lost the love of his life, he was the one who killed her. He cut her open in order to "save" their child, who was already dead. The best part of him, the only good part of him was gone. Gone just like that because of a stupid spire.

"Maka!"

He snapped out.

The voice. The voice of the one who started everything. The one who had once been her guard. The one who would protect her from everything but ended up piercing her with a spire.

His blood instantly fired up, hotter than the lava inside of the volcano and hotter than the fire ball in the sky.

He lowered the baby on his love and wrapped her arms around the baby and planted a kiss on her forehead. "Rest in peace love." And he closed her eyes. He wouldn't want her to see what was going to come next.

Slowly he got up on his feet with the bloodstained sword of his.

"Maka! Maka!" The blue haired idiot screamed. The scream of spiders soon followed before the guard snuck through the crystal bars he had created. His eyes widen and he froze. His eyes locked on the two bodies behind him. "What the fuck did you do?!"

"I did?" Soul growled. "It was you who threw a fucking spire in her!" He yelled loudly in anger as he leaped toward the killer of his love and baby girl. "It was you who stole the most precious girls in my life!" He swung his sword at the man and it cut off his hand from his wrist like butter.

Black*Star exclaimed loudly in pain as he sunk down to his knees, gripping the stub left of it. Red blood poured down into his armor like a fountain.

"You killed Maka! You killed our Juliet! You killed both of them ruthlessly!" He stabbed his sword at his face. Black*Star dodge it just in time for not having it go right through his face. A large piece of his cheek was cut, leaving a large piece of flesh landing, exposing his gum and teeth.

Black*Star cried out again and grabbed his cheek. "It wasn't my fault! I tried to save her!" He cried out from between his grunts and moans of pain.

"Save her?! There was nothing she needed to be saved from!" He circled his sword and quickly dug it into his shoulder. The man cried out even louder in pain. Soul fed from his screams. He twisted the sword in his shoulder and enjoyed the loud screams of the man. He would bring justice for her death. He would kill the fucker and throw him into the deepest part of hell for killing something so innocent.

"There was!" he grunted out through clenched teeth. He could see it from the gap in his cheek. "You are the devil! You seduced her and used her for your own entertainment! You were the worst for her!"

He growled loudly. He retrieved his sword from his shoulder and swift it over his already cut arm, cutting it down to the elbow. The new piece of flesh fell down and joined his hand.

"I would never." Soul gritted out, kneeling closer to the screaming man beneath him. "She was my everything!" He let out a cry of his own. Tears of anguish, torment and heart-break rolled down his cheeks. He sobbed loudly. "She was the one who saved me."

The blue-haired man's eyes widen. "Eater―"

"Shut up!" His sword cut off the last bit of his left arm. Before the man could scream, crystal filled his mouth and bound it do the back of his head. It followed by another gripping his throat and shot him backwards toward the mouth of the volcano. His feet dangled in the air as he made strangling sounds. His blood dripped from his nonexistent arm and down into the lava a hundred feet below him.

The tears from the white-haired man never stopped. He let out the pain and sorrow the anger had masked as he strolled up toward the mouth of the volcano.

Their eyes locked. Black*Star's eyes were wide. Wide with fear and pain. He had seen those eyes in so many people he had killed. The samurai he killed. The Gorgon Sisters. Pleading him to spare their lives. He had not spared a single one, and he wasn't going to start now.

After all, this was the most disgusting man he had ever met. The monster who appeared to be a guard. He was a far worse demon than he was.

Anger made his blood start to boil and he bared his sharp teeth at him.

A cry.

It wasn't Black*Star. It wasn't him.

Slowly he turned on his heel, his eyes wandering back to the love of his life and at the baby on top who was crying at the top of her lungs.

It was Juliet who cried.

His sword hit the ground. He sprinted. He ran as fast as he could and skidded as he threw himself in front of them. He picked up the baby girl who wasn't still anymore. She was crying and shaking her small baby hands. Her skin was caked with Maka's blood. Her eyes cracked open and it blew him away. Green eyes stared back at him. The same green eyes of his love.

He was enchanted. Just like that.

He brought the baby close to him and he wailed. He cried along with his baby. She was alive. He hadn't lost everything. He still had a part of Maka. She was in their child. His lips planted a kiss on the baby's forehead to then kiss the forehead of his love.

Soul knew what he had to do.

He placed the baby on her mother and grabbed Black*Star's discarded sword as he brought Black*Star in by the mouth of the volcano. His feet hit ground again and the gag disappeared from his mouth. He gasped loudly for oxygen as his knees gave in.

He knew what Maka would want. With their baby alive, he knew he had to put his hatred for the man aside. It was his foolish anger who sent her to the grave. If he hadn't jumped into the battle, she would most likely be alive.

He had to correct his faults, not only for Maka, but for Juliet and for himself.

He had to start over.