Hi, NorthernMage here with chapter 3 of Daughters of Darkness! Just quickly, I need to give a shoutout for a review.

Cleo C. Mika: Believe me, I WANTED to get this chapter done. Thanks for the support, I was amazed when I saw this story had a review, namely because well, nobody reviewed the first story, The Scythita Sisters, so I wasn't expecting any reviews but hey, the fact someone likes my Soul Eater/Mortal Instruments story enough to review... :)

Anyway, I'm really sorry for the wait everyone, (I'd never make you wait around 3 and a half weeks for no reason) but life got in the way, and then I got writers block, so I was working on another project to get past it. If anyone noticed the lack of a disclaimer on the last chapter, I'm happy to announce I've noticed it and fixed it. Anyway, enough about that. I know you want to just read this, but I'm warning you, this is a very sad chapter. Hopefully you'll still enjoy this chapter.

Valoria: NorthernMage doesn't own Soul Eater or Mortal Instruments.

Daena's POV

I slowly opened my eyes, grey sunlight coming through the window. I pushed myself up, looking outside. It was an overcast day, which matched my mood perfectly. Today I would let go. Today I was going to let go of my weapon partner, my quest for vengeance complete. I lay in bed for a few minutes before getting up and walking out of the room, along the hallway to the kitchen. On the way there I saw the typical signs of a meister and weapon pair, a first aid kit, spare clothes for the meister when a kishin managed to shred what they were wearing, a silver hairbrush, a grey and dusty blue jumper, two pairs of shoes, one orderly, pointing at the wall and one almost randomly thrown there-I leant against the wall, breathing hard. I took another look at the ground, and saw completely different items: a picture of Angel and Spiara, a watch, a scythe keychain. The hairbrush, the jumper, the shoes, that had been in Valoria's and I's apartment. I forced myself to keep walking, telling myself I had to eat. 'Black souls don't protect you from starvation.' I muttered to myself, going into the kitchen. Looking through the cupboards, I found a packet of two minute noodles, the packet everyone was given upon joining the DWMA as a little gift. I chucked it in the microwave, waiting for it to cook. I heard the microwave beep and took out the noodles, grabbing a spoon as I headed to the couch. Numbly I ate, barely tasting the noodles. I looked out the window, and saw all of Death City was shrouded in a raincloud, and most meisters and weapons would be either inside watching TV or working, but I assumed the majority would be watching TV, it being only a few weeks until the end of the year. Without anyone else, it felt just like any other day: I was alone, and with the burning anger for revenge, I just felt...empty. What did I even have to live for now? Was I really going to live as a shadowhunter now? Was...was it possible for me to come back? To the DWMA, Shibusen? I smiled briefly at the memory of us, Valoria, Kami, Spirit (he had graduated a few years after Stein with Kami) and I all talking, and Valoria attempting to explain to Spirit that in Japanese, the DWMA would be known as Shibusen. That was one of many things we tried to explain to him. I was on better terms with Kami though. Valoria had explained more to Spirit. My mood plummeted thinking about Valoria. Putting the bowl now empty of noodles in the kitchen, I grabbed my cloak and scythe; Valoria. For so long I thought of her as a scythe after she was killed, probably unconsciously trying to dull the pain. I propped her over my shoulder and walked out, no longer bothering with the sheath. After all, this journey for revenge had begun without a sheath, so it would end the same.

As I walked through the streets, I could see the Death City cemetery, with a black fence and gate. I arrived at the gate, the rain falling softly on me. I walked inside, looking for the space assigned to Valoria. I managed to find it after only a few minutes of searching. There was a simple headstone saying "Valoria Shadowhunter: 1989-2006". I lifted Valoria back over my shoulder, in front of me. Just as I was about to release her from her weapon form, I heard footsteps. I turned and saw a man. 'Jonathan?' I whispered. He came closer.

'Never thought I'd see you here.' Jonathan said. 'Why are you here, Daena?' 'Lord Death gave me permission to bury Valoria.' I said. 'You're finally releasing her? You've defeated Zirdrak then.' Jonathan said quietly. I nodded. 'I'm helping as well.' he said. 'I didn't know you were in the city.' I said quietly. 'Ready?' I asked him. He nodded. I took a deep breath, then released all the concentration needed to keep Valoria in her weapon form. She shimmered a white-silver colour, then turned back to her human form. We looked upon the human form of the weapon I had been fighting with for seven years, twelve years total. Valoria had silver hair, was tall, slim (her human form hadn't changed since she died) and had a face mainly devoid of pimples, something both of us had had back then. Her clothes were just the same as the night she died, a full set of gear, including a silver gear shirt and black pants. They had a massive slash in them, showing the place where Valoria received the final blow. On her skin were faint scars from Marks. I could remember us two giving the other an iratze, or giving another an energy rune. We had both used Marks, and Lord Death had either never noticed or didn't care. I lay my friend on the ground while I felt around my neck for the necklace she had given me moments before she died. I want you to have it. As a reminder of me, when I'm gone. I shivered, remembering the words she had said as I'd taken it. I took it off and began to put it around her neck when Jonathan reached forward and stopped me. 'Daena, to Valoria you were her parabatai. She would want you to keep it.' I put it back on, the small black stone in the shape of the rune that was for angelic power. The necklace dropped around my neck, settling in the middle. Together we lowered Valoria, and once she passed below the general level of the ground, the entire pit was engulfed in a shining white light and we whipped our hands back just in time, as a coffin appeared around my weapon and soil covered it. 'Thats...that's it then.' I said shakily. That must be what happens when a meister or weapon is buried in Death City. Jonathan laid a hand on my shoulder. 'That's it. My sister can finally find peace. Daena?' I looked up at him. 'Do you want some time?' 'You mean...you don't need any time with her?' I asked. He shook his head. 'Our family mourned her years ago.' I nodded slowly. 'Then, yes.' Jonathan nodded before looking at himself. 'By the Angel. If I'd known this would be happening, I would have dressed in white. You should have, at least.' 'I did. For all the time I was...recovering from the grief, I did. It's just now, actually doing this, it's much harder.' He put a comforting arm around me for a moment, before walking off. Within a few moments, I was the only one in the cemetery, and the rain was pouring down around me. Slowly, I took out the stele and after using a rune on the headstone, I began to write a small epitaph. After one or two failed attempts, I remembered a verse we had always told each other, and began again.

Whither thou goest, I will go;
Where thou diest, will I die
And there will I be buried:
The Angel do so to me, and more also,
If aught but death part thee and me.

Ave atque vale, Valoria Shadowhunter.

-Daena Scythita.

I sighed, looking at what I had written. Lord Death knew it wasn't adequate for all those years we had worked together, but maybe these never were. How you could sum up so much in so few words I would never know. For a long time I sat there, on my knees, listening to the rain, and remembering it all.

Kid's POV

I watched silently as Daena and another man buried her weapon. After a few minutes, he left her and after moving around a bit she sat there, probably remembering her life with her weapon. As I watched, I felt a resonance, only without a second soul. It was almost like it was lonely, keening for a soul that was no longer there. I looked at the soul, and was surprised when it was Daena's. Where are you? the soul seemed to scream. I did everything I could, where are you? Fully aware Daena would hear me, I walked into the cemetery. Daena didn't react. Drawing upon the Lines of Sanzu, I felt into a deep abyss I had always been able to feel: the place where the dead went. Inside, I listened for the matching resonance to Daena's. I heard it softly. This one however had a different message: Daena you did well, but you have to recover and live your life, parabatai. Gritting my teeth I tugged on the soul, temporarily flinging it into the living world again. As Daena knelt, a shining silver light appeared and Valoria appeared, shimmering. Daena looked up at the light and gasped at the sight of her weapon partner's ghost.

Daena's POV

I just stared. Valoria. '...Valoria?' I whispered. She nodded a little elegantly, as usual, preserving that feeling of quiet she had usually possessed, and the maturity from our last few years.

'Daena? Did Angel and you get away that night?' The night you were killed. 'Yeah, but Angel...a few days ago I killed Zirdrak, but Angel underwent soul experimentation by some witches.' 'She'll be okay, Dae. What...what about Jonathan? Is he okay?' I nodded. 'He was here just a few minutes ago.' We just looked at each other, appreciating the other. 'Listen, my death wasn't your fault.' 'But, if I had been a better mei-' 'We were seventeen, Daena. You'd only been a meister for three years, I had only been training for three years at the DWMA, and neither of us were prepared for an attack.' 'Can you come back to your body? I mean, if your spirit can come back...' I trailed off. Valoria shook her head. 'Nature has laws, Daena. Sed lex, dura lex.' The Law is hard, but it is the Law. 'I couldn't come back myself. Remember that rhyme I told you?' I nodded and we recited it together.

'Black for hunting through the night
For death and sorrow, the colour's white.
Gold for a bride in her wedding gown,
And red to call enchantment down.'

She smiled. 'There's someone who doesn't need red to call my soul back.' I turned and saw Death the Kid. 'You brought her back?' I asked. He nodded.

'But I can't keep her here. That would upset the natural balance. You can only have a few minutes.' I stood, standing equal to my parabatai. 'Valoria, know how much you meant to me. I never saw this coming, and I never thought we'd be here like this. I always used to think we'd turn you into a death scythe, and then we'd become the best meister and weapon team there was.' Valeria smiled weakly. 'I know, that's what I always used to think too.' 'Hurry.' Kid muttered. Valoria reached forward, her soul-hand touching my shoulder. 'Daena, I know you became a shadowhunter to get revenge on Zirdrak, but if you're no longer happy as a shadowhunter, don't be one. Ave atque vale, parabatai.' Valoria whispered. Even as we said the words quietly, she began to fade.

'Whither thou goest, I will go;
Where thou diest, will I die
And there will I be buried:
The Angel do so to me, and more also,
If aught but death part thee and me.'

Valoria looked at me as she faded away, and after a few moments, she had vanished completely. I breathed in deeply. 'Thank you, Kid.' 'I always used to think shadowhunters hated had been expelled from the DWMA or had black blood, making them prone to the madness and were traitors. But, you chose to leave the DWMA. You may be a shadowhunter, but that doesn't mean you are a traitor.' 'No,' I said. 'The ex-students that are now kishin are the real traitors.' I heard Kid leave and I just sat there in front of Valoria's grave, thinking.

Hours later I got up, and slowly walked back to the apartment.

Collapsing onto the couch, I grabbed the TV remote and turned it on. The sound of the reports and ads for upcoming shows and ones currently airing blared out of the speakers. Nostalgia washed over me, and I looked at the screen, not taking in anything that was being shown. Back when Valoria was alive, every day after finishing our homework, we'd fight over the remote and turn on the TV. It felt like an ending to the day, a day that I would always remember.

Yup, Valoria's spirit. If anyone's wondering where the parabatai oath came from, it's from the Infernal Devices, the prequel series to the Mortal Instruments. Anyway, I hope you're happy with the chapter. I was determined to write a chapter only on Valoria's burial, so I hope it went well. I'm actually pretty proud of myself. I usually feel like I move the story along too fast, but I managed to slow it down this chapter. Anyway, see you in chapter 4 of Daughters of Darkness!