I do not own Soul Eater or any of its characters just the story and my OCs


The three Warlords made their way out of the headquarters of their faction and set out on their journey toward the castle in hopes of retrieving the tool. If the trip would take one day by foot according to the witches, then Death supposed that they should leave immediately before they could use the tool for some sort of plot. It was best for them to get it back before they had a chance to find out what they wanted to use it for.

"Well," Isla murmured, glancing over at the fusion, "Don't you think that it's time to…"

"Oh! Right." Ambrosia grimaced she fiddled with her fingers with two hands, and with the others twirled her hair uncomfortably. It was time to split in two.

Whenever they went out into public, Ambrosia was forced to separate because she often 'scared the locals' in terms used by city officials where their headquarters was located. And although it was true that Lord Death and the Great Old Ones held the power in this area, there were still some rules that had to be followed and appearances that needed to be maintained. Apparently, the humans were not ready to be officially lead by the Warlords. So, they elected a mayor. In many ways, he was a useless man, but they still had to listen to him for matters concerning the 'overall comfort and happiness of the citizens that inhabit this area.' This meant that whenever Ambrosia was out in public, she would have to separate into Gamma and Willow. The reason today was that they would have to cut through the city on their way as well as stock on food for the trip.

"Ambrosia…" pled Asura nervously who noticed that the fusion was standing there still in her regular form. He glances around to see if anyone had spotted them as he too covered his third eye with his long dark hair.

"Hey," Isla continued, placing her hand on a shoulder, "we sure as hell don't want to be reported… we'll be sent back to Lord Death before the trip even starts."

"I know, I know…" Ambrosia agreed, straightening out her arms and sucking in a lungful of air. When she exhaled two women took her place.

Willow was a lanky woman with thin bony arms and legs. She had long murky blonde hair that reached her lower back. Light freckles cascaded along her pale beak-like nose and round cheeks. Gamma was much shorter compared to Willow. Her black hair was cut under her large ears, and she had olive skin and chestnut eyes. Gamma's most notable features were likely her bushy eyebrows and a scar traveling from the top of her forehead to her jawline.

"Well then," Willow started with an undertone of bitterness, "I suppose it's time for us to go on our way, isn't it?"

"Yeah…" Isla said as if it were an apology, "I suppose it is."

Gamma and Willow followed the others into the city, trailing their feet behind them. The four of them continued down a stone path with shops and small homes on its border. Each member of the three carried with them a weapon, but they needed other essentials such as supper, blankets, and a lantern. The four choose a suitable shop and entered. Willow and Gamma looked at the variety of lanterns to choose from while Isla found blankets for when they would make camp. The reaper cautiously scanned the perimeter for anything that could prove harmful. The thin man snaked around the shop, not leaving an inch unchecked, unsure if this place was to be trusted. When the boy was satisfied he too stalked the aisles, fiddling with the sleeves of his layers of shirts. Soon, the sound of someone opening the tarp leading to an off room from the store sparked the attention of the skeptical reaper but assumed there was no need for the fear he felt in his stomach and continued on his way. Asura noticed a silver compass with etched designs and runes. He noticed the other warlords gathering at the counter to buy the items and he went to join them with the compass in hand.

"So we know we're heading west," Asura justified as he placed it in front of the cashier.

The others nodded and paid for their items and made their way to a farmers market.

"Rabbit stew?" Isla suggested holding up a rabbit that still had its skin and fur on.

"We should pick something easy to make on the road," Willow explained, "Perhaps something we don't have to skin and gut ourselves?"

The three settled on a mushroom salad since it didn't need to be cooked and was relatively easy, the reaper boy didn't have a say in the matter as he didn't need to eat to live. With that, the four were on their way when a harsh gust of wind took to the city and blew into Asura's hair. Panic crossed the young man's face as he scrambled to shift his hair back over his third eye, but it was simply too late. The four heard a woman scream, citizens gasp, and children's eyes being covered by parents.

"That's the grim reaper's son."

"His sickening third eye."

"He looks like a monster."

"How can anyone with a face like that be keeping us safe?"

"That devil could kill us all in an instant."

Frozen, he felt Gamma's hand pull him. He didn't move. She pulled again and again as he shivered in place until finally with the help of the other two they dragged him from the city and into the woods and on their route.

They walked on in silence for some time before Isla spoke up, "You know, Asura, you're going to have to do a better job at covering your eye the next time we go out."

He didn't answer her and they continued on in quiet as the reaper boy still shook from the leftover fear that flooded his body and mind as he replayed the recent happenings in his mind.

"Y'know," Isla started, "If those villagers didn't want to live under your father before they sure as hell wants to now." Asura's eyes widened at that statement and Isla continued, "We won't even need to tell your father what happened, he'll already know when we get back."

Asura buried his face in his arms, shaking not only from the idea of a furious Grim Reaper as his negligence.

"Could you tone it down for moment, Isla," Willow defended, "It's not like he purposefully controlled the wind."

"No," Gamma said plainly, "We need to unfuse and all he did was move his hair over his face. He wasn't being accountable."

The reaper bit at his nails anxiously, pretending not to notice Isla watching him do so. He heard a sigh and some non-discrete mumbling between Gamma and Willow before Isla huffed aloud, "If you're going to be like this again, don't go and blame me for it."

"Isla," Willow interrupted, "just… leave it be. For now. Don't fill his head with even more conspiracy theories."

For the next few hours, the four Warlords walked in unpleasant silence.


In the Spider Witch's castle, Vajra decided that it had been an eternity in silence, some would say it had been 15 minutes but that is beside the point, he stood from the couch and began walking around the room stretching his tired limbs. "So far the tool hasn't exploded or vanished. I wonder when it will, but who's to say?"

The weapon heard his meister let out an irritated growl, he only smirked in response. It was a recurring pattern, Vajra would say something that Dorabella determined was out of line, she would get annoyed and the weapon would find it funny and continue on his merry way, this would infuriate the meister until an actual fight broke loose. Vajra insisted that she simply didn't understand his sense of humor. Dorabella argued that she did, she just didn't think it was very funny. The weapon didn't mind at all, that was just how their relationship was. He supposed that humor was subjective as well.

The other members of the Elite Weapon Unit, however, chuckled in agreement, because their job was mainly just to guard objects that Arachne wanted them to, their lives weren't really all too exciting. Especially since they were newly formed. The group had only been given few missions, all having them sit and do nothing until Arachne found a safe enough place to put the object.

"What, Bella?" Vajra continued with a crooked smirk, "Angry because it's true?"

That one earned him a smack on the back of the head. He just wanted to do something. It was no use just sitting around doing nothing and saying nothing to anyone. The weapon could hardly stand it for a few minutes.

"I just don't know how you do it," Bow added, Arrow nodded in agreement.

"You don't know how we do what?" The weapon questioned through furrowed brows, "I'm just teasing, that's all. Just a joke, that's all."

"All I want to say is: you shouldn't be saying things like you are so lightly," Queenie chimed in, patting the shoulder of her weapon, "you should be grateful for the job you've been given."

"Even a boring one?" Vajra questioned with a tired huff.

"You aren't listening to me." His meister pressed, "you're acting like I'm an idiot. After all, the last time you complained like this the tool got up and almost escaped. Our job isn't as boring as you say it is."

"I'm going to get some air," Vajra announced to the group before turning to Giriko for approval. When the leader gave the fellow weapon a nod he got up to wander the hallways, his meister decided to follow him.

Vajra didn't hate Dorabella. She was a strong-willed woman, a trait that he easily admired. She had drive and presence, and when his partner had an idea in her head there was no preventing it from becoming reality whether he agreed with her or not. They had mutual respect so they worked together just fine, there was no issue when they fought together.

"What's all this about?" Dorabella questioned her weapon in a hushed voice as she walked alongside him, "You're acting like you don't even want to be here.

Vajra strode through a door the lead to a balcony. He peered over the edge, observing the forest under the midnight sky. He sighed, "All we do here is sit and wait, get yelled at by Mosquito, and talk about how wonderful Arachne is."

"So you don't think she is?" Dorabella gripped the stone railing as she stared intently at her weapon with furrowed brows, "Are you some sort of defector?"

"What?" His eyes widened, his body unmoving as he grasped the stone tighter, "All I'm saying is I wish things were more interesting. And I wish there were fewer people telling me what to do and what to be."

"Come back to the room," the meister instructed stiffly, "and don't speak the words of a traitor again."

"Right," he said, letting out the breath he didn't know he was holding.

The two arrived back to the others and took their place awkwardly on the couch with Dorabella glaring at her weapon. Then the door swung open the man on the other side of the door entered. He was a well-dressed man, he wore a suit and his hair slicked back under his black top hat. His name was Mosquito, an advisor to the witch Arachne. Instantaneously, the entire Elite Weapon Unit perked up in their seats in an attempt to look more presentable in front of their boss.

"Alright." Mosquito started, his eyes scanning around the room, "We have received notice from an informant that a small group of Warlords are making their way toward the castle. The shapeshifter girl, the fusion, and the son of the Grim Reaper. We are under the impression that they are here in order to retrieve the magic tool. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir." Everyone said in unison, besides Vajra who spoke after everyone else.

"Good." Mosquito continued, "We are unsure how far away they are from here, so I suggest getting into your positions straight away."

"Yes, sir." The entire room was flooded with sheer anticipation. After what seemed like ages of doing absolutely nothing, they were given a real job suited for their abilities. Even Vajra was somewhat excited to finally be given a task.

"Queenie and Sinclair as well as Balthazar and Nicolae," when he spoke the meister and weapon pair perked up attentively, "You will be waiting for them outside of the castle. Use the element of surprise."

The four nodded eagerly. Queenie, no doubt loved the fact that he would be first to step into battle.

"Dorabella and Vajra as well as Oswald, Bow, and Arrow" he spoke, and the already wide smile on the weapons face grew even larger, "You all will be the second obstacle. You will fire at them from above."

"Yes, sir." the pair affirmed in unison, Dorabella with compliance and Vajra with smugness and an undertone of excitement.

"Giriko you alone are to remain here and guard the tool."

For what felt like an eternity the forest air was filled with silence. Gamma and Willow were huddled close to one another in the frigid evening air. Asura huddled in this shirts and bit at his nails, replaying the voices of the villagers in his mind. Isla would sigh loudly in an attempt to get the attention of the others. At times she would open her mouth to break the silence but would ultimately decide against doing so. That is until she did.

"Maybe we can smuggle something fancy back to the city," Isla suggested, tying her salt and pepper locks into a ponytail as a wide smile stretched across her thin face, "like a prize for completing the mission!"

However, to her disappointment, she found herself ignored by Willow and Gamma and given a glare and a shaky finger to the mouth by Asura, a likely act of 'revenge' due to her actions before. Isla found herself grumbling to herself as she dragged her fingers along the surface of tree trunks as she walked past them.

"You guys are no fun!" Isla taunted, crossing her arms over her chest as if she were a young child who had just had their favorite toy taken from them. Then everything went back to quiet. Isla cleared her throat she continued, "Maybe we could take a- no, those are too big. Maybe a- no, not that either."

"Or maybe," Willow pondered, mocking the shapeshifter, "we could simply do the job that we were sent here to do."

"Or maybe," Gamma continued with a yawn as she stretched her arms up over her head, "we could try to get some shut eye."

"I second that." Willow agreed.

"Okay," Isla complied, laying back onto the floor, "I guess I could sleep."

"Do you really think we should sleeping right now, really?" Asura ranted, digging his nails deep into his arms, "Would it really be the best idea to leave ourselves so unprotected in the w-woods?"

No one seemed to listen to the younger reaper, however, and instead began to situate themselves more comfortably for resting. They set up blankets and set the fire inside the lantern. Asura leaned against a tree as he traced his fingers over the silver compass. The group fixed supper as the reaper sat alone before going to sleep.

"I- uh, I don't think this is is a very good idea." Asura babbled, scratching at his arms through his shirts, "Maybe we should at least take turns sleeping."

"Great idea Asura," Isla spat as she propped herself up with her elbows, "You can get first turn at staying up. Have fun!"

Within seconds, Gamma began to snore followed by Isla and Willow not long after. The reaper, however, looked deep into the forest with wide glowing eyes with alarm as if someone or something would sneak up from the shadows in an instant. In the quiet darkness, every gust of wind and rustle of bushes appeared louder and more suspicious than it had before. When he noticed two black birds that appeared to be watching them from a tree branch, the reaper's mind flooded with images of vicious witches attacking him while the others slept. After all, there were so many things in this world that appeared to have a singular black and white meaning, but in reality, they were shrouded in shades of gray. Therefore, the sound of a deer roaming through the leaves in the night could very well be something entirely different. It all depended on your state of mind.

"Hey," Asura whispered, "Hey, who's awake?"

His inquiry was greeted with the sound of Isla's snore as no one even turned in their sleep to pay him much mind. They were all such heavy sleepers. All of them except perhaps Gamma who was facing her back toward the reaper. Yet, at that moment her body was almost suspiciously still.

"Gamma," the reaper continued a little bit louder than before, "Gamma, I know that you're awake."

"No," the warlord grunted, "I'm sleeping."

Asura ignored her remark, allowing his glowing eyes to scan the small space as she spoke, "I think I heard something. Gamma, I might have heard something. I think I heard something happen outside."

"You're mind is just playing a trick on you, Asura,"

The reaper stared at the suspicious birds until the dawn broke and they flew away.


A/N: Thank you to those who read my first chapter, I hope you enjoyed it! I just think there needs to be more Vajra content because I find the concept very interesting and I love how there is a small group of us who feel the same! Feel free to leave me a comment about how you feel about the story so far and what you like/what I can do better!