Sigh… I don't know.

(This chapter is sponsored by the band, I Am Ghost. Specifically, their Song "Our Friend Lazarus Sleeps").


Soul's shoulder was becoming sore. They had been walking the streets all night, and his professor was still slumped against him, muttering. Ahead of him walked his meister, her head was down and her hands were clasped together. He could see her shoulders shutter every now and again; she couldn't hide her crying to him. He knew her too well.

Suddenly the professor stiffened, and began hitting the screw in his head. "DAMN THING ISN'T WORKING!"

Maka spoke. "Give him a cigarette. Maybe that will help. We need all the help we can get. We are almost there. I feel the madness increasing."

Soul heard the seriousness in her voice. He used the opportunity of his professor not leaning against him to roll his shoulder.

They walked up to cobblestone steps and looked upon at the Church Steeple.

"Is this it Maka? I feel the madness myself."

"Yes it is. This Kishen Soul's wavelength feels somewhat… familiar. But it is very hard to tell with all the madness."

"And the racket in this town." Soul sighed exhaustedly. "Professor, I think I'm going to have to leave you here for now." He set down his professor on the cobblestone steps gingerly. Stein was still muttering to himself, fidgeting and scratching at his labcoat. Soul reached for the cigarettes in his professor's coat pocket. As he reached, Stein grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his lap. He put his mouth by Soul's ear and hissed, then licked the outer ear lobe.

"EWEGH!." Soul pushed back on the professor, falling onto his butt. He looked up at Maka. "I am not trying to get his cigarettes again!"

"It's okay. Let's just get in there. We have a mission to do." Maka said morosely, sounding nearly as monotone as her biological father.


"Gotta hurry gotta hurry gotta hurry… LIZ! PATTY! I'M COMING FOR YOU GOD DAMNIT!" Death the Kid shouted to the air, riding Beezelbub as fast as he possibly could. "…JUST AS SOON AS I FIX THE SHEETS ON MY BED!"


Tsubaki's eyes were black. "Shadow puppet!" She shouted, using her own shadow; the enchanted sword mode devouring her own soul. The Shadow puppet began to go up and slap Liz's breasts, then pull at her nipples. Tsubaki wanted Liz so bad; her entire body was her's to play with. She wanted her soul too; to completely possess the weapon below her.

Liz was practically crying out in pain and pleasure. For once, she felt no fear. It was exhilarating, she felt so free. She could do anything she wanted! No responsibilities, no fears. She could give in, and let go. And all she wanted was for Tsubaki to keep thrusting that large dildo in and out of her; she was so close to her climax.

Patti had her back to the wall, and she was muttering something about giraffes. She mused at how hungry she was, but opted not to move, as she was currently full of Black Star's enormous cock.

Black Star's eye was bugging out of his head, the white star becoming more and more prominent. "I need more power. I need the power to surpass God."


Death Scythe Spirit Albarn awoke to find his arms spread wide, tied with thick rope to wooden posts. He shook his head and found his feet were tied together to a wooden post as well. Suddenly realization hit him: He was tied to a cross.

"How do you like your arrangements? I hope you don't mind suspension." Justin Law shouted from the floor, near the Preacher's podium.

Spirit whined, and began to hump the air. The Cross began to swing in the air, and the supporting beam the cross was suspended from began to creak loudly.

"Careful Sempai, if my fellow Deathscythe thrust's too much, the whole thing could come crashing down. Wouldn't want that, would we?"

Ezekial the clown began to giggle to himself. He was mostly back to his original form; freckled, chiseled muscles, and rusty red and orange hair. However, his eyes were still completely black, and his tongue would sometimes flick out, long and pointed.

Ezekial's torso lengthened, until he was twice his height. He took his long tongue and licked Spirit's naked body from toes all the way up to his hairline, going extra slow on his balls. Spirit threw his head back and groaned loudly, wanting so much more, only for the slick wet tongue to be removed and the clown to shrink back down to his normal size.

Screams could be heard from all around the town, getting louder and louder. "This is music to my ears." Justin mused. "In a town like this, how could anyone use headphones?" He looked onto the podium, his old headphones sitting atop it. He walked over to it. "You see, fellow deathscythe, I am a committed man. I committed to Lord Death, and since he is such a fan of order, I restrained all worldly desires. That is why I wore these things." He picked up the skull shaped headphones, letting them dangle in front of his face. "But I was so young. I had no idea what I was denying myself. I had no idea what kind of pleasure and power was available to me. I began to fear the world around me, and sought the protection of Lord Death from all that was evil in this world. I sought to become his greatest weapon, and I became his youngest Deathscythe. And I did it alone, using these headphones to drown out the world. But then, Lord Asura showed me that I didn't have fear anything! I just had to be more powerful than the world. To overcome it, I had to know it, experiment in it, and become it. Here I let go of my restraint; here I become powerful." Justin dropped the headphones to the ground, and stomped on them. "Lord Asura has shown me the light. And I will follow him." Justin Law declared, renouncing any ties he had to Lord Death.

Justin turned on his heal, and looked up at Spirit Albarn. "Remember not to get too excited, or things could get messy." He put his hand on top of Ezekial's head, pushing him down onto his knees.

Spirit could see Ezekial lick Justin's balls, much like he had done to him moments earlier. He could hardly restrain his thrusts, but opted to whine in want himself. He looked on and saw that Justin was becoming hard, his dick rising. When the clown put the hard, white cock into his mouth, Spirit began to move his hips slightly in want, becoming less and less afraid of the creaking wood above him.

Justin sat on the ground, opening his legs wide. Spirit cocked his head to the side in confusion, confused as to what was about to happen next. The clown laid on his stomach, rubbing Justin's inner thighs with his hands. He breathed hot air on the Preacher's taint, then, pushing himself up slightly, licked from the bottom of his taint, up his bumpy scrotum, up the shaft to the tip of the penis. He made the same journey back down with his tongue, and then kissed his taint.

Spirit gasped as Ezekial took a breath, and then licked Justin's asshole. Justin sighed in contentment, sliding his fingers into the clown's hair. "That's it. Keep going." He said seductively. It was so quiet that Spirit almost couldn't hear it, but he recognized the menacing tone in it.

The wet tongue licked up and down the hole, then circled around it, keeping content the sensitive skin around it. He reached his hands up, one hand wrapping around and grabbing his hip, the other grabbing the devout to madness's erection. He began to pump, sliding his hand up and down the smoothness. Justin propped himself up slightly, just enough to spit onto the hand of the projection of his letting go of all his past restraint.

The ceiling was now cracking under the weight of the swaying cross, Spirit filling the sanctuary room with the sound of his cries. He would rather die at this point that go without getting touched; he needed it.

Justin sat up. "Get on your knees!" He barked. He spit in Ezekial's face as he moved onto his knees. "Turn around and get on all fours!" He looked up at Spirit. "With Asura I fear nothing. I have the power to conquer all!" He grabbed the clown's hips and thrust into him hard, and kept eye contact with his past master's favorite weapon, Deathscythe Spirit Albarn.

Spirit howled in anger, lust, and jealousy; so loudly that it echoed down the halls and could be heard over all the other screams of the mad town.

The Santuary doors flew open. Maka flew in on Soul, and gaped at the scene before her in horror. "Deathscythe Justin Law?!"


Hey guys. Hope you like dark shit, because that was pretty damn dark. Please give me feedback and let me know how you guys like this story, and if you like where it seems to be going.