Kid rounded the throne room about twenty times before Mabaa was finally ready to talk. Spirit having become his human form watched in wonderment at the twos relationship for it to get to something this comical. Kid sat Mabaa on the floor as he rested on the floor in front of her. She giggled at his distraught appearance, him groaning. Spirit made his way next to Kid and sat next to him on his right. Kid twitched slightly at the asymmetrical aspect of this seating arrangement but he let the feeling subside.
"So…Messiah?"
Mabaa nodded. "It's a long tale. Dates back to before the kishin Asura was born. Your father and I used to work side by side."
Kid blinked owlishly, "I'm sorry, what? That's hard to believe. He hated witches."
Mabaa sighed, "Yes, well. Messiah is a man that has been around since…maybe before even Death himself. I don't know the real name but Messiah has always made it a point to cause mass destruction, then from the ashes he'd create something new, even better."
"When your father and I used to work closely, we conspired against Messiah. Trying anything in our power to stop his power hungry behavior. He was sealed deep in the crevasses of what New York came to be. Centuries later, witches hate shinigami and your father hated us." Mabaa sighed. "You see boy, I really did want you to come here and help us fight off kishin eggs. But since Asura was defeated, we've had to face a civil war ourselves. I wanted the witches to learn something – to match up to those stronger."
Kid gave her a credulous look, "By exiling weak ones?"
Mabaa crossed her arms, "I never said my methods weren't extreme, but that's what witches live for. I really do want something cordial between witches and Death City, I do. But Messiah has been messing it all up. It isn't The Witch Judge you see out there. It's him, controlling her. Along with all the witches fighting out there."
Kid and Spirit looked at each other with the same face. "All the witches?" Kid stood abruptly, Spirit took the message and transformed. "I apologize, nice story, but if that's true, than the witch that brought us here brought us here for a reason." Kid heard a small giggle and turned to see Mabaa disappeared. "Mabaa? Where did – "
"You are a perceptive one, Lord Death." A new face appeared sitting on the throne. "She told the truth by the way, what I wanted her to say, but the truth." Kid didn't even give himself time to assess the situation and rose the scythe towards the man. "Woah, woah, I don't intend on fighting a Shinigami, I don't have enough power, yet." The man sighed, "I wish I could mess things up a little more, but that Eruka witch wasn't supposed to lead you here so fast."
I am so confused.
"You must be Messiah."
The man smiled, "Yes. What, still want a fight?"
Kid stood shock still. "What is it you want from Death City? From the witches? Why call yourself Messiah and cause such trouble amongst us? We were just mending our century long hatred."
Messiah rubbed his eyes tiredly, "So many questions. Let's just say I was testing the waters. In any case, I assume you all can handle the rest, yes? Be seeing you, Death God." The man named Messiah disappeared in thin air. Kid registered it and let his arm drop slowly. Mabaa reappeared on the throne with confusion etched on her face.
"Nyah?"
The roof began to cave in. Kid rushed and grabbed Mabaa, holding her under his arm. He ran through the passage as it collapsed, going against his previous idea that it was secure. He broke through the hidden door and got to the surface. Only to see Kim and Jackie fending off Eruka and a few other witches. Before Kid could help, all the witches stopped moving. Kid looked under his arm to see Mabaa halting their movements. She looked at him and smiled, "Nyah!"
"Can't speak in words again I suppose…" The entirety of New York seemingly halted. Kid didn't have time to think about it and rushed back to the front lines to find his team. To find Spartoi.
Death the Kid…Lord Death never expected fighting in a war only a little bit after defeating Asura.