She was dead. All she knew was that she was dead. She killed herself.
Maka was a good girl; she didn't know how she ended up in hell. She always did her school work, never did drugs, and was respectful to everyone.
Maka was a good person to everyone, except her father. He would ask her how her day went, occasionally give her presents for good grades, and never gave her a curfew.
But Maka hated him. She didn't just hate him, she was disgusted by him. Now she remembered why she's in hell. She murdered him, murdered him in cold blood.
Maka sighed, looking at the shackles on her wrists and stayed in line. She was hot and sticky, bangs glued to her forehead. "NEXT!" Maka looked up and saw a teenager with blue hair yell. She walked up to him and followed him into an office, staring at the ground. Maka saw a light blue tail trail against his feet. They walked into the office and the teen walked to the black desk, grabbing a file. He made his way up to Maka and closed the door behind her. The demon stared at her and she stared at the swirled ram horns on the sides of his head. He smiled and motioned for her to take a seat. Maka stared as the seat behind the desk was taken by him.
"The name is Black*Star, the demon of war." He tugged at his black scarf, taking it off and throwing it on the seat next to her. "Now that I introduced myself, let me hear your name."
Maka gulped and looked down at her hands. "M-Maka."
Black*Star snickered and waved his hand to the left, the shackles fading into a black mist. "You don't need those anymore." He grinned and he laid his feet on the desk, opening the file and talked while reading. "Maka Albarn, an 18 year old scholar. You were placed in Harvard at 17?" He looked at her, eyes wide. Maka only nodded slowly. "Sweet. If I was a human, I'd probably rule the school. Known to do that. Anyway, let's go to cause of death." He trailed his finger along the text and stopped. "Suicide. Wow, that sucks… How'd you end up in Hell?" His eyes trailed down the page silently as Maka didn't dare to think of what he might say when he found out.
Maka looked down ashamedly, unable to talk from nerves. Black*Star started to read quietly and nodded, looking at her with an unamused expression. "You murdered your father. And I don't see anything that he abused you in any way or tried to kill you… Well, that ends this conversation. Have fun in hell." He snarled as the tile under her disappeared and she started to fall.
Maka's eyes grew wide as she screamed, the chair cracking under her as she covered her ears, closing her eyes and screaming continuously. Her frightful pleads echoed through the hole until the falling stopped. She opened her eyes slowly, keeping her hands over her ears.
The blonde was sitting in the ground, black grass grazing her legs as she looked at the fire filled sea. She stood up, looking behind her. A tall building with a giant skull loomed at her. Screams echoed in the background. She gulped, rubbing the side of her arm slowly while staggering towards the Cathedral.
She got up the staircase with ease and opened the doors, taking a glance at one of the candles hanging from the walls of the palace. Its flame brightened as cold air blew down her back. She shivered and quickly got in, looking at the walls wearily. The walls were yellow and purple, the floor covered in black and white tiles. Maka didn't know where she should go. The place had too many doors that she felt confused.
"Do you need help?"
Maka squeaked and twirled around, slamming her back against the wall. Her chest sucked in and she let out large gasps of air. Maka's emerald eyes looked up to meet dark blue sapphires.
She was staring at a tall beautiful girl with long black hair slicked into a long ponytail. Her hair was tied with a chain and it dangled all the way down to her ankles.
The girl gave her a confused look, taking out a hand. "I'm sorry, are you lost or did I intrude?"
Maka gulped and looked down to see a long black tail covered in gold dust that sparkled in the light. She had small horns resting on top of her head. "U-Uhh." Maka couldn't speak.
"Oh," The girl put a hand on Maka's shoulder. "I'm sorry! I should have introduced myself to you first. My name is Tsubaki Nakatsukasa. I'm the demon of Peace and Tranquility. You met my husband, Black*Star." She smiled and blushed, thinking about her lover.
Maka gulped. "You're married to the demon of war?" How could they be married? These two were complete opposites. Although, people say opposite attracts.
"Opposites attract. Now, you must be Maka Albarn." Maka's eyes grew large from the demon's recognition of her name. She didn't say a word about herself while she was here. "You go to the demon of Terror and Serenity."
"Terror? How does that go with Serenity?" Maka gaped, her face going pale.
Tsubaki put both hands on Maka's shoulders and rubbed them. "He's a nice guy! Just good at being a demon, that's all."
"Why can't I go to you?" Maka asked, her eyes getting wider while giving the demon a pleading glint.
Tsubaki nervously laughed and took both hands back, putting them behind her back. "I deal with those who have killed to save themselves or the mentally retarded that have done horrible things. I'm sorry. At least you aren't going to Asura, the demon of Madness." She tried her hardest to make Maka feel better but Tsubaki knew nothing was working.
Maka gulped and nodded. "W-Where is my demon?"
"I'll take you to him." Tsubaki started to walk down the hallway, Maka trailing behind her. "Like I said, he's a nice guy."
"What's so terrifying about him though? Since he's both good and bad." Maka looked up at the back of Tsubaki's head.
The demon gulped and played the strap of her dress. "He is very terrifying if you make him mad. That's why he is the last of the evil demons. He's not considered evil because he is the spark of serenity."
"You aren't answering my question." Maka stated, still following her. "Why is he so scary?"
"His name is Soul Eater. He eats the souls of those who he feels do not deserve to have an afterlife still in hell. Some think beforehand it's a small gift, but it is the worst thing in the world." Tsubaki sighed. "He can also ask Shinigami-sama who he feels deserves a chance. Shinigami-sama takes his word and turns that soul into a demon."
"So that's how demons are made?"
"Not quite. Some are born, but others are created when they die. I was born a demon, as was my husband. Soul Eater was one of the first demons to be born." Tsubaki slowed down so Maka could catch up to her.
Maka looked up at Tsubaki. "So if he thinks I am worthy, he will request me to become a demon?"
"Please don't get your hopes up. I wish I could be supporting in your hope for this but he hasn't sent Shinigami-sama a request in ten thousand years. The last one was named Ox. A wonderful prodigy I must add." Tsubaki saw the red door and slowed down.
"What makes Soul Eater so calming and Serene?" Maka quickly asked.
"His Soul holds the key of Serenity. If you stare into him, not at him, you will feel calm. If you look at his appearance, you will feel terror. Of course, he brings Serenity if he wants you to feel it as well. I actually cannot explain this. It's very hard for me." Tsubaki apologized to Maka and her cheeks tinted pink.
"No no. Don't apologize. You gave me a lot, actually." Maka gulped while looking down at the floor.
Tsubaki stopped in front of the door and turned to look at Maka. Maka looked at the door and her eyes widened looking at Tsubaki. "Who-Who is Shinigami-sama?"
"You must know who he is! Everyone knows, even while living. He is Lord Death, the creator of Death and Life. Able to take two forms."
Maka looked at the door and exhaled slowly. "Thank you Tsubaki." She grabbed the crystal doorknob and turned it, opening the door with caution while taking a step in.
Maka closed the door behind her and looked at the room. Black walls with a black and white checkered floor. A spotlight shined on a sleek black piano in the corner with a record player sitting on a timber wooden stand next to it.
"Please sit down." She heard a husky voice from behind her and felt her heart leap out of her. Maka jumped and fell on the floor, clutching the cloth of over her heart tightly. She was on her hands and knees, staring at the floor while inhaling and exhaling loudly.
Maka felt a hand on her back and heard someone kneel down behind her. "Happens every time." He muttered. Maka looked up and she felt him slip his hand over hers. "Come on, get up." Maka held his soft hand and slowly got up. She still gripped his hand while his other hand was gripping her shoulder. "You okay?"
Maka nodded and let go of him and slowly walked forward, seeing a black leather chair sitting in front of a black wooden desk. She got in the chair and placed her hands in her lap.
Maka listened as his footsteps got closer to her and then stared as he made his way to the desk. His hair was snowy white. It trailed down his neck lightly in the perfect manner. Maka gaped at his pinstriped suit. His legs were longer than other people she has seen, but it went perfect for his height and torso. Maka bit her lip while staring at his long white wolf tail, which swished lightly around his ankles.
She assumed he was Soul Eater.
Soul got in his seat behind the desk and looked at Maka. He looked like an eighteen year-old, a little older than Black*Star. His eyes were the color of blood, and they were a source of light in the dim lighted room. What also got her attention more than the albino looks were his black horns that were an inch taller than Tsubaki's? The tips gleamed with silver.
He was, in fact, what a demon could look like. But he looked normal as well. He also was the definition of perfection and good looks. Fear called to her as she stared. Maka felt terror as he stared into her eyes. She looked down at her lap and stayed quiet.
Soul rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair, sighing. "Okay, Maka Albarn. I know why you're here, how you died, why you murdered your father… Hmmm…" He tapped his fingers on the desk staring at Maka. The blonde looked at him in disbelief. She hasn't said a word or seen him read anything yet he knew why she was here. Black*Star couldn't have told him anything yet because he's busy with appointments.
Maka scanned his desk. No files…
They both jumped when they heard a loud bang echo through the room. Then a xylophone and the song "Spooky Scary Skeletons" went on. Soul sighed while pinching the bridge of his nose. "Black*Star. The intercom is for business use."
"Dude, it's Halloween. Just listen to this dubstep."
Soul apologized to Maka and spun his chair around. "You're an ass. Don't you have an appointment or something?"
"No, Tsubaki's in here. Just finished making out." There was a squeak in the background and Tsubaki's whispers heard. "Tsubaki, honestly. Making out is worth telling people."
"Black*Star, are you done?" Soul growled. Maka sat quietly while smirking a little.
"Did you see that Maka girls legs?" Black*Star whistled. "Almost the same length as Tsubaki. No offense babe." Tsubaki sighed in the background.
Soul spun his chair around and snarled. "She's in here right now. And this music is getting annoying."
"Wouldn't you call it… SPOOKY?!"
Soul tried to hold back his grin but couldn't help but smile, his shark like teeth showing. He started to laugh. "Just hang up, Black*Star. I'll listen to this Skeleton song later." Maka stared at his teeth and froze in place.
"Alright man. And Maka, show him your legs if he tries to eat your sou- OW!" He was smacked by Tsubaki. His wife excused them and hung up.
Soul gave a look at Maka and cleared his throat. "I'm sorry about that."
"No you're not." Black*Star's voice was heard."
"BLACK*STAR!" Soul slammed his fist on his desk, making Maka jump. "I WILL TAKE MY FIST AND SHOVE IT FAR UP YOUR ASS THAT IT WILL COME OUT YOUR MOUTH!"
"YOU CAN'T DEFEAT ME SOUL! 'CAUSE I'M GOD!"
Soul snarled as the tips of his horns bursted into a black fire. His eyes started to glow as his nails started to grow more talons like. The intercom ended and Soul took a deep breath, his flames disappearing in a flash and his fingernails thinned back into regular nails.
Maka stared at the desk as Soul scratched the side of his head, looking at her again. "Again, I'm sorry. He'll probably call again so let's get this done quick." He opened one of his drawers, taking out a giant book. It flopped on the table and he opened it to a certain page. "I am unable to give you forgiveness for your crime… Erm, what else does this say… Oh." Soul scratched his chin. "Also sorry to inform you that I will not be able to bend the rules in any way."
Maka nodded and looked at the piano. She glanced at the record player as well. There must be something in this room that can help me… Maka sighed and looked down, then back at the piano. An idea popped up into her head.
"D-Do you like music?" She asked.
Soul looked at her with a confused expression. "I guess. Yeah."
"What type?"
"Er… Jazz?" He closed the book and leaned his elbows on the desk. "Why?"
"Well, I hear demons don't go to where the living live. But there are all sorts of pianists and opera houses there…"
"I said Jazz. Oprah hurts my ears." Soul rested his chin in one of his palms, giving her a tired look.
Maka sat in silence, trying not to laugh at what he said. Did… Did he just say Oprah? Maka chose to ignore what he said so he wouldn't get mad if she corrected him.
"A bunch of Jazz singers and concerts are there, as well as Bethoven." Maka gulps, playing with her cuflings.
"Bethoven? Who's that?"
"The best… um, creator of jazz music. Or any music that is." Maka cursed herself at her wording. Damn, she really sucked at talking about music. She didn't even know if Bethoven played jazz.
"The way you are phrasing this is confusing me…" Soul raised an eyebrow at her.
"I-I'm sorry. It's hard to explain. But, I could show you all of these Amazing singers and pianists if you want." Maka wanted to slap herself. She never got how music worked so trying to sophisticatedly explain this to him was very hard for her.
"Oh, I see." Soul smirked, taking his hands off the desk and leaning back. "People try to trick me all the time. Listen, I'm not allowed to go to the human world or I get in trouble. And Shinigami-sama can be some scary shit."
"I'm not trying to trick you! I also wanted to see these landmarks before I died, but now I can't. You and I could go until we see everything. When we are done, you can take me back here and punish me all you want." Maka turned red from how dirty her last sentence sounded.
"We'll I'd love to punish you but Shinigami-sama is in charge of that… I… I don't know though." He looked down. "It doesn't sound that interesting."
"You don't want to hear the most famous concerterist out there?" Yes! She got one sentence at least. Maka looked at him with hope in her eyes. His ruby eyes shined when he looked back at her.
"Uh… I still don't know how this would be beneficial." His exhaled deeply and started to play with the pencil on his desk, glancing at Maka with unconvincing eyes.
"Mr. Eater… Wouldn't you like to know what the sky looked like?" Soul froze in place, his shoulder's tense. Maka hid her smirk, for she hit the jackpot. Out of all she said so far, he wanted to see the sky. She stared at Soul who slowly put down his pencil, straightening his back and sat formerly in his leather seat.
"Ms. Albarn, one question, are you bribing me?" His blood red eyes stared into hers, and she returned the surprised expression. Her skin paled and her hands turned clammy. Shit…
He saw her out. Maka bit her bottom lip and shook her head. "N-No."
"Ok."
Next thing she knew, he jumped over the desk and tackled her, his arms wrapped around her thin frame. Maka's chair dissipated into dead rose petals and she felt herself fall into a black abyss. Only this time she wasn't alone.
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SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG! Hard to think of shit, or put it into actual readable sentences w/o getting too excited. I was so excited I could hardly type! Part 2 coming out soon. I'LL TRY TO MAKE A CHRISTMAS ONESHOT!