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Chapter 10: More new demons...

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Spirit sulked to himself in his imaginary corner. He really didn't want to do anything at the moment. Being carried around aimlessly by Ronald Knox was not on his list of 'things to do' for the night, not that he had one, but he had witnessed cinematic record for the first time, and not only that, but the one of a little girl that kind-of looked like his Maka.

Ronald tried talking to Spirit, but he wouldn't say anything. The black blade that was the scythe head was blurred so it looked gray. Even though Spirit didn't say anything Ronald would sometimes ask him questions along the lines of directions.

Eventually Ronald got sick and tired of looking and talking to basically himself, so he took out his phone and called William, although he told Ronald not to call him while they were on missions, he chose to ignore that. After a few tries he didn't pick up. Ronald pouted and called Grell. Same case scenario. Grell always picked up his phone no matter what.

After that they or rather Ronald started walking back to the academy.

After they had gotten to their destination Ronald dropped spirit near lord death's room and told him to do whatever he pleased for the moment. After that Ronald walked off in some random direction and Spirit was left alone.

Spirit decided to just fathom to himself for a bit. What would happen if his little Maka were to be put in a situation like that? Would any of the shinigami help her? What if he wasn't there to help? What if that demon went after her? What would the shinigami do? They seem more like merciless souls that would rather everything die than great gods to look up to for help.

Spirit tried to get himself out of weapon form but couldn't. The little spell that Ronald had cast on him must have been a strong one and was still in effect.

So spirit was left to fathom for a while.

"Oh my, oh my, oh my!" Lord Death yelled from his Death room. Lord Death then rushed (bounced) out of the room and didn't realize spirit was at the door at all.

Spirit wanted to somehow follow lord death so he tried to hop, but landed flat on his face with a metallic clattering sound that echoed though the hallways. It was just a reminder that he was alone in the giant complex.

Spirit had then decided to go to sleep.

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Spirit woke up to a spitting headache, and stabbing pains in his back and neck. Once he remembered that he had fallen asleep on the floor he wondered what he was doing in the teacher's lounge and why he had rug burns on his legs.

He looked to his left and saw Stein in the doorway, which triggered the imminent fear that Stein had "experimented" with him again. This made him turn around in the couch and try to pretend he was sleeping with over exaggerated snoring noises that obviously caught Stein's attention.

"I didn't test on you if that is what you are afraid of Spirit." Spirit turned around so he was then facing Stein and sighed. "Don't get me wrong I wanted to experiment, but I was called to do surgery on the shinigami William."

Spirit's face was at first of disgust mixed with fear, but then a one of true worry and he turned completely serious. "What happened?"

"The kid demon, apparently Azura's little brother, found the green demon sword and used it to get a swipe in at William. The kid is too inexperienced a sword fighter to know how to fight with a real sword let alone a demon sword so it was knocked out of his hand and the red-head diced him up pretty thoroughly. Lord Death and I then intervened keeping the red-head from killing it."

Spirit thought about what Stein had told him, "Where was William hit?"

Stein smiled, "Just the leg. No where serious, the shinigami will have to be bed-ridden for about a week and by that time it should have healed fully." Stein evilly smiled, "With my help it won't even scar."

Spirit shook his head sorry for the poor shinigami, but knowing Stein he wouldn't do anything that would be too rash.

Suddenly realizing another part of Stein's little explanation he then asked, "Did we capture the demon and the sword?"

"We have the demon, and the sword's sheath along with its owner showed up and has shown up. We have them in our custody, and they are being pretty helpful with a lot of things. The red-head says that he know the two demons and says that the spider demon should be dead, but we have no information on such matters."

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Maka found the shinigami Janet talking with some white haired woman with an injured eye with blue and white maid's clothing on.

Maka approached them, "Hi Janet," Maka smiled at the young woman next to her, "Hi are you new here? My name is Maka" she raised her right hand for the woman to shake.

The woman smiled and shook Maka's hand. Maka noticed that Janet was eyeing every move that the white haired woman made. "My name is Hannah Annafellows it is good to meet you, the legendary Maka Albarn."

Maka tilted her head getting suspicious, "How do you know my name and why am I legendary?"

Hannah smiled a warm smile; it almost felt like a smile a mother would give to a misunderstanding child. "You killed Asura didn't you? You, my good girl, are a legend were I come from. Not many humans can kill a demon withought a death scythe."

Despite the praise, Maka grew more suspicious. "How do you know I did it? In the files it said-"

Hannah intervened, "I know many things. Like how you lust for wanting to see your mother, and how much you miss her." Hannah attained her warm look while Maka's eyes widened.

To Maka this look was just mocking, "I never told anyone that!"

She laughed, "It is a mother's intuition dear."

Janet narrowed her eyes at Hannah. "Let's go now." Janet fingered the handle of her scythe clearly explaining that Hannah Annafellows was NOT to loiter around with Maka any more.

Hannah turned around but said over her shoulder, "We'll talk again and I will answer any questions you have about your mother."

Maka didn't know what she was feeling, sorrow? Happiness? Anger? Resentment? It was all mixed together. Most of all she feared that Hannah would tell her something bad had happened to her mother.

Before Hannah had left Maka's line of sight, she checked her soul. It was blue, and had some kind weird lines and symbols that looked like ancient script, or perhaps some kind of runic thing encircling a blue star design. It almost looked like it had a whirl pooling affect.

This is a soul of a demon.

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Meanwhile, Spirit and Stein were having a considerably hard time trying to coral the energized Alois Trancy and his little brother Luca. The two were constantly breaking things and Luca was taking every order that Alois would give him with the answer "Yes your highness!"

They were giving the two men a headache.

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Meanwhile, Lord Death was "interrogating" or rather drinking Claude's magnificent tea and commenting on it, every now and then he would ask Claude about his relationship with the demon sword sheath and the demon sword. Getting knowledge that no other would know, the best part to lord death was that he could trust the butler demon's word as long as none of the questions directly related to his personal past and anything that would happen in the demon dimension.

This butler demon was committed to finding the "sweet" souls of the world and devouring them. The little things that would light up and give purpose to the immortal life of a demon meant a lot to them.

After a while lord death asked why Grell had said that he should be dead.

Claude explained, "After the Isle of Death was destroyed by the demon Sebastian, it sank beneath the ocean and wasn't supposed to be revived. But the island wasn't made by just any volcano. The island was made by a demon god. The demon god then put a spell on the isle. If it should sink beneath the sea, those who have been killed on the isle should come back to life, demon and human alike. Humans would just be reborn and demons would simply just wake up to find themselves there. When Sebastian killed me I suspect he thought of this. Demon would duel on the island of death for exactly this reason. It is a formal fighting ground for demons, but the victor would ultimately decide whether or not to bring the other demon back to life."

Claude smiled, "I also suspect he did not kill me for the reason he was not ordered to by his master." Claude retained his stoic demeanor and fixed his glasses "a true butler indeed."

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Well this is the end for now folks!

Questions:

What should I do next? I had this idea for two months now and I finally got it down on Fanfic website! I am dried out for right now.

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