life is pain, life is misery, life is 20% off on waffle cones at Baskin Robbins, but mostly pain an misery.

(note from the author) this story is now in the double digits of chapters! this is so far the second longest story I'v done, the other one being close to fifty chapters and i have no doubt that this one will span just as long. i have allot of ideas i want to try out on this one and i don't see any major hold up's. I might take a break every once in a while for a week to get caught up or to rest on writing. other than that i should continue to have a chapter almost every week. hay if you like this story and you enjoy reading it then pleas hit that like button or fallow the story, i really appreciate all of you who stop by every week to read this weird little story and it keeps me going. this has been Daniel Mathis, soul eater guy..

thanks allot y'all

After fallowing Maka back to the living realm of the DWMA, spirit watched her storm out from the office. He sighed heavily, he sighed not only because of what happened only moments ago, but in the reminder of how much like her mother Maka had become, she had her disputes with lord death as well. he didn't know if he should try and stop her, or talk to lord death, both seemed like they would end fruitlessly. It seemed that he was powerless in the situation, he knew Maka represented an unstoppable force and lord death was an unmovable object. He tried his best to return to work, he moved some papers around and went over a few documents, signing one and moving to the next. When spirit looked up there was a stranger standing in the lobby. Spirit was frightened but made no sound, the stranger joined him in this silence, but he was not frightened at all. The stranger wore a long black leather coat, a black wool sweater and dark gray dress pants, and peeked cap. His face was long and gray, and a jaw like chiseled stone. He smiled sinisterly, showing teeth like an abandoned symmetry and the leering eyes of a wolf. He unnerved spirit to his core. "can I help you?" the man did not speak. "can I help you." spirit repeated, more clearly. "yes, I hope so." he smiled, still as the face of a mountain, his eyes became a little less wide, his thin lips showing the very cusp of his teeth. "don't tell me your hear to see lord death, we sort of just had a situation.." "oh really." the man said in a way as if he were disinterested. Spirit picked up on this, he didn't appreciate it. "yeah, so what do you want?" "you answered you own question. I'm hear to see lord death." Spirit, sunk back into his chair. But not as if he planned to stay seated. "i don't remember any scary para militants making appointments with lord death. You want me to pencil you in or-" "no that's not necessary, I'm quite certain that lord death can see me now." spirit leaned on his desk, giving him a sideways look. "look pal, third Reich just called and they wanted me to tell you to make an appointment, or carry your ass back to the forty's." in one swift motion the man pulled a pistol out of his pocket, aiming for spirit, he pulled the trigger. The stranger was still smiling the muzzel flash reflecting in his eyes.

Lord death heard the shot and then another. He stood, A moment later there were foot steps. Lord death saw the stranger as he came closer. The very sight of the man made lord death angrier than he had been but that anger did not compare to that which he felt, realizing he was the only one who could have been responsible for the gun shot. "explain yourself." lord death demanded. "Heinrich, charmed to meet you." the stranger introduced himself. "what have you done? Give me a reason I shouldn't tare your skin from you bones." he said with that deep, gravelly voice. "my agency is not of your concern. I am hear for the one named Crona." lord death loomed over Heinrich, the stranger seemed unimpressed. "she is not here..."

(meanwhile)

the active shooter protocol in the DWMA works like this: first of all, despite the fact that most of the students have super human abilities, in these kinds of situations they are encouraged to fortify and defend, not to be a hero's, defensive mechanisms have been integrated into the structure of the school both interior and exterior for this purpose and students are well drilled on their use. the act of taking care of business falls to the staff and three star meisters who act as SRO's. In the case of the EAT class the teachers will coordinate their students and will lead the class in combat if the need arises. For younger students and noncombatants, they will be first priority of the acting SRO units, with the noncombatants secured, the rest will systemically clear school grounds of hostiles in an adaptive procedure.

being after school hours, most of the students had already left but many still remained. Maka had only just Returned to the library the alarm sounded. The amply audible Klaxon horn sounding and reverberating up and down the halls. Maka instructed two students to barricade the door behind her, turn out the lights from the detach breaker box and hide in her office deep in the library. She heard the sounds of their hasty work behind the heavy wooden doors. Sid passed by running down the hall at a pace even she would have found hard to keep up with. "Sid!" he stopped and turned to her, motioning her to fallow, he didn't have the time to stop for long. She fallowed matching his strides. "whats going on?" "someones shooting the place up." "here? Of all places?" Sid nodded, though it was hard to tell wile they were running. "where did it start? Do we know the target aria?" "the head office." Sid said knowing full well the reaction he would receive. Maka's eyes grew and she slowed down, Sid left her in he hall and kept running. Moments later he heard foot steps behind him, fast, Maka ran past him at twice his speed. Before he could register she was only a dot, a misplaced pixel at the end of the hallway.

Lord death swung his massive hand, trailing a jet stream of holly light through the air. The hand shredded the frame of the stranger, spraying black gore all around. Leaving only his legs standing. The disembodied legs twitched, moving and jerking with life. A long black spinal structure spiraled forth from the gory mess, it crew grotesque features, long skeletal arms caked in black viscera and rot. A canine like skull atop the twisted spine with glowing red eyes and jet black horns of an antelope, pulsing organs that strung about like streamers in its ribcage. It was a sight like no other. The beast swung it long spindly claws at lord death whom blocked the assault not without effort. "though I may die here, know this death god, we will find Crona, the moon will bleed black and the tides will turn to coal dust, the prime evil comith and all gods will bend their knee to her." he said in a guttural rumble "you speak madness, you abomination, time to die." Lord death jabbed his hand between the ribs of the beast and began to pry. "my life for the sanguinette!" The beast clawed at lord deaths mask, knocking it askew. Lord death only tightened his grip, the bones starting to break.

Outside Maka kicked open the door of the reception office, she saw scattered papers and her fathers chair. There was blood pooled on the tile floor. She gasped and turned the corner of the desk. Her father was in the floor, gripping his gut. He was gritting his teeth but his face slacked, seeing her. "Maka.." he said. She froze. "Maka, run." he said. Maka stared at him, her face wide with horror. "run!" he shouted over the siren. Maka's eyes snapped open fully, without a thought, she ran toward lord deaths office realm. "not- not that way!" spirit shouted, but Maka could never have heard him.

Maka ran into the death realm, down the gallows hall and into lord deaths office to see lord death in power struggle with the beast. "Maka!" lord death shouted. "get out of here now!" the beast swiped lord death with its claws, tearing his cloak and breaking the hold the had on the beast. Maka was swiped by a skeletal tail that knocked her with buckling force into one of the bright red posts of the gallows hall. Using its large, spindled hands and arms for as legs, it quickly retreated from the room, trampling Maka upon its exit. Maka rolled onto her knees with a groan, she stood gripping her sides. The beast loped through the gallows hall and out into the reception aria of the DWMA, Maka in hot pursuit. The DWMA shook utter catastrophe, as the beast sprang through the sealing and floor after floor, hurtling itself like a canon ball, landing on the roof, where it sprouted large skeletal wings bound in black cancerous flesh, it took to the sky as Maka watched through the massive hole of devastation that cratered into the side of the DWMA. She watched as the beast flew into the sky further and further away. Maka turned back to the office where Nygus had arrived. She was tending to spirit. Maka came to her fathers side. "dad." she uttered. He looked at her through narrow eye. "Maka, I don't know if I'm going to make it okay..." "oh, daddy.." Maka moved in closer, grasping for her father. "he's going to be okay." Nygus said. "i already told him that..actually.." she said, and then made a fake cough. Maka was none the less distraught. "Maka, find Crona. I know how match she meant to you, I know.." Maka leaned her head against his shoulder "dad, that doesn't matter right now." "if I don't make it, maybe she can see you through the rest of your life." "right, except you are going to make it...like I just said that.." Nygus said lifting her hand from the wound. "the guy didn't even hit anything important." "go Maka, you need to talk to lord death." Nygus rolled her eyes, then looked at Maka. "ill have him patched up and sent to the hospital, okay?"Maka nodded "be careful Maka" outside in the hall, black suited agents of the DWMA ran by in full sprint. Maka ran down the gallows hall and back to lord deaths office. He fixed his mask back into place, plumes of black smoke spiraled from the gashes in his robe, the tendrils slowly growing diaphanous as they reached into the forever blue sky of the death realm. "what the hell was that?" Maka asked, angry but afraid. "more black blood filth." lord death said, smoothing out the wrinkles in his robe. "It appears today is your lucky day Maka." "oh yeah, hos that?" she felt the back of her head, feeling that she was bleeding. "we need to find Crona before that thing dose." he said lowering himself closer to her level. "that- whatever that was, it was looking for her?" "yes, it appears that whatever agency that monstrosity is working with, they have some unsavory plans for her." he tilted his head toward her. "since you wanted to find her so bad, this will be you responsibility. You are to either kill or capture her." Maka sneered. "I'm not going to kill her." "then you will bring her into the custody of the DWMA, We cant allow them to use her. those are you options." Maka said everything with her face that she could have told him with words. "you will do whats right, we trained you for that. Now go. You will be provided the resources you need. The world cannot afford you to disappoint." Maka stood under his gaze, she nodded and turned to the gallows hall and left him.