Loudly, the bell ring throughout death city as the eerie moon grins manically down at the inhabitants below where waiting, lurking in the dark depths of the knight is the monster, Jack the ripper. Hungrily, it licks its metallic claws only to perk up at the echo of heels clicking against the stone floor beneath the woman hoping to get home only to gasp, she stops in her steps, slowly turning only to scream as she is swiftly cut down. Blood oozes out of the woman from the single strike as the gaslight for said road is swiftly snuffed out. Hungrily, the creature devours the bright blue sound emitting from the deceased slathering it with saliva.
"Want…more…power." The creature utters as it perks up at the high pitch scream of fear turning to see the fleeting figure of the woman attempting to escape the bloodied scene she had stumbled across. Fear flows through the woman's veins as without realizing it she had come crashing down, tripping, the fear consumes her. She feels herself pinned to the ground by the creature towering over her, looking hungrily at her as it raises its claw ready to snuff out another lingering light in death city only to stop, faltering from the sound of a snicker. The creature turns to the two before it, one standing the other sitting perched upon the stone steps of the staircase, quickly, the woman sues this brief distraction to flee from the creature.
"That man Soul Eater his soul…" The girl with pigtails tells the boy slumped on the stone steps.
"Yeah Maka there's no doubt about it. that dude's soul is a kishin egg it's pure evil. He's not human anymore." The laid-back one of the two stands smirking.
"Any weapon that breaks from the path of humanity becomes evil and runs risk of transforming into a kishin. In the name of Lord Death, this evil must be purged. Let's collect the damaged soul and end this." Proudly, Maka recites.
"Just so we're clear Maka this guy is turning himself into a weapon he's the same as me in that way. Course I look a lot cooler in my human form than he does. But being a weapon isn't the problem here. The problem with this guy is his soul." Smirking, Soul stretches his limb out turning it into a scythe blade.
"I know. You serial killer Jack The Ripper your murdering days are done. Your soul is mine! Weapon and meister fighting as one, let's go Soul Eater." Proudly, Maka proclaims as Soul shifts into his scythe form which Make twirls around a bit getting the momentum needed as the fight begins and ends with…
"Maka thank you for a good meal." Soul clasps his hands together after eating the ruby red soul.
"We're almost there aren't we? Took us long enough but that was 99 now we've collected all the kishin souls we need." Merrily, Maka smiles at the news.
"There's only one thing left now. I got to eat the soul of a witch. Then I'll be one of lord death's weapons. You're looking at the next death side. I know as if I wasn't cool enough all ready." Boastfully, Soul proclaims pride laced in his tone.
"Anyway, we better report back to lord Death and let him know. Just write in the death room's number. 42-42-564 whenever you want to knock on death's door." Maka decides as she goes to a nearby shop door breathing on it causing a small patch of condensation to occur, allowing her to write said numbers on the window where…
"Hello lord death are you there? Mister Maka reporting." Maka calls out as the window before them, turns into a screen of sorts.
"Ya ya hello mister Maka how are ya doing? How did it go?" Cheerfully, the skeletal mask greets the two as he takes a step back allowing the screen to show the cloud swirls above in the bright blue sky of death's room. Whereby his side stands a woman, with bright yellow eyes. She wears a pair of black trousers, a coal-black vest with a yellow dress shirt underneath alongside black collars on the ends, matching her heels. She has a skull ring around her ring finger.
"I've just collected the 99th kishin soul sir now we've just got to collect the witch's soul and we'll be done." Maka reveals to him.
"Well done Maka you're proving to be just an excel of a meister as your mother was." The robed figure known as Death proclaims as Maka smiles at her boss.
"Hey, Soul Eater!" Grumpily, the voice calls out making the woman furrow her brow.
"Here we go…" Exasperated, she places her temple in her hand exhaustion etched into her tone.
"You even think of touching my Maka you ever lay a hand on her as a death scythe no as her father, I will freaking kill you, you got me you little octopus head!" Haughtily, the redhead storms in glaring at the mirror before him.
"Octopus head?" Confused, the woman quirks her head to the side at the comparison, glancing over at Lord Death who simply shrugs.
"What are you smoking? See how cool I am? You think I'll just settle for a flat-chested girl like her?" Lazily, the partner of Maka Soul states.
"What did you just say!? Are you trying to tell me my Maka isn't attractive!? Why haven't you made a move on her you're a man aren't ya?" Angrily, Spirit yells further confusing the woman glancing over at Lord Death, the two share a look of confusion with one another, not quite sure what to make of Spirit's behavior. They two inches away from the mirror watching Spirit throw himself at it if it weren't for the barrier holding him back, he would have fallen through the mirror making the two sweatdrop at the death scythe.
"You know you're a little annoying." Annoyed, Soul scowls.
"Only a little?" The woman furrows her brow crossing her arms over her chest.
"Maka your dad loves you!" Wailing, Spirit tells her daughter.
"Don't waste your breath on me there's no way I'll consider you my father." Firmly, the girl rejects the redhead.
"Enough of that let's set the family feud aside for a moment. As you know if a meister and weapon pair collect 99 evil souls, souls that have strained and become kishin eggs and additionally collect a soul of one witch. Then the weapon will gain the qualifications necessary to become a death scythe, one of my instruments. But it's that last soul that's a bit tricky. You've made it this far but you should know countless misters have lost their lives when challenging a witch. You'll need to be very careful. But if you're lucky the death scythe you make may be as powerful as the one your mom created before you. Although I doubt as powerful as my Ava." Proudly, Reaper proclaims making Ava groan, facepalming at her husband's antics, steam spews out of her redden cheeks from his small boast.
"Sweetheart could you focus on the task at hand please." Tiredly, Ava places her hand on her hip furrowing her brow at him, a faint tint of red crossing her features from his words bringing a giddy pep to the reaper.
"Right. Also, do be sure not to make any mistakes this last soul the witch's soul is very important to your collection." Death reminds Maka and Soul.
"Be careful you don't want to be greedy now." Mischievously, Ava smirks at the two.
"Yes mam." Soul and Maka bow their heads to their superiors.
"If you slip up the 99 kishin souls you collected so far will be taken." Death warns the two.
"We understand sir." Maka nods her head.
We'll make a clean job of it." Soul nods his head.
"Then I guess we'll see you two later." Death salutes the two
"Maakkaaa!" Screeching, Spirit shouts the tears freely flowing making both Death and Morrigan share a look at one another towards Spirit.
"You are a bit annoying." Death exclaims raising his hand sweatdropping.
"Come on he just misses his daughter. I know how you fret sometimes." Sweetly, Ava smiles gently patting Death's robes making him grumble.
"Not to this extent." Irritated, he huffs, pouting almost making Ava snicker.
"True…still Spirit. Do you really think you should be referring to your daughter as my Maka? That seems a bit…weird." Frowning, Ava attempts to explain herself.
"She's my little girl she's always be my baby!" Boisterously, Spirit proclaims.
"Right and octopus?" Mystified, Ava ponders.
"Got to tell that kid how it is. That damn brat thinking my darling Maka isn't attractive how dare he." Grumbling, Spirit snarls, fury laced in his tone.
"But didn't you want…" Ava begins perplexed only to feel a hand on her shoulder.
"Don't waste your breath dear." Death tells her as she looks up at him.
"Right…Do you…why do you have a doll of her?" Concerned, Ava questions Spirit slightly disturbed.
"It helps me when I miss her don't you have one for your boy?" Spirit questions making Ava recoil back briefly, furrowing her brow as she glances over at Death, the two sharing a look.
"No. No, I don't." Blankly, Ava answers.
"Maaaakaaa!" Screaming, Spirit proclaims to the high heavens making Ava grimace while on the other hand, Death has a tick mark of aggravation upon his temple.
"If you don't shut up I'll use my reaper chop to split your head open." Angrily, he snarls seething, his body shaking. He swiftly slams his fist down on Spirit who falls flat to the ground, a clear indent in his raw red locks as a small skull emits from his temple.
"It's more effective if you warn before you chop." Sniffling, Spirit whimpers making Ava sigh furrowing her brow at the two, having no real clue on how to deal with them…
"Heh…good times at Chupacabra…" Cheerily, the voice of Spirits echoes throughout Death's room as he struts in making both Ava and Death sweatdrop at the happy humming coming from the redhead, his hands shoved into his pockets. Her eyes narrow noting the faint raw red hue to his cheeks.
"You're out drinking when you're daughter's in trouble?" Death turns to Spirit.
"Father of the year Spirit father of the year." Dryly, Ava remarks hands shoved into her pockets.
"What kind of father are you?" Death questions Spirit.
"What? Maka! Something happen?" Horrified, Spirit rushes over to the mirror seeing the fight playing out before him of the witch with her strange fixation on pumpkins which she is using to hover above, fighting the two before her.
"While you went out snoozing with the ladies your daughter's been dealing with a witch." Ava fills Spirit in.
"A witch!?" Spirit squeals terrified.
"She's not doing so well with this witch it looks like she might die." Death tells him.
"Sweetheart…" Sighing, Ava crosses her arms over her chest.
"What?" Death turns confused when noting her sigh.
"You could say it a bit nicer than that." Tiredly, she tells him.
"What!? Maka hold on!" Spirit turns on his heel, numerous black blades forming from his body sprouting out.
"Hold your hoses Spirit." Ava sighs at him.
"She's right. Stop right there. Think about what you're doing. You, me and Ava could win against an opponent like that with one blow, a single reaper chop would take to crush her skull. We both know that death scythe. But our skills aren't being tested right now. You are her father you must understand the situation." Death explains to Spirit.
"Maka…" Meekly, Spirit whimpers sadly staring at the battle before him.
"You should give it up you can't beat me, girl!" Smirking, the witch perched upon the pumpkin proclaims.
"What are you doing? You idiot!" Soul in his scythe form shouts at Maka.
"Shut up or are you going to try beating her by getting a nosebleed again? Men are completely useless sometimes. You only ran into Blair's house in the first place because you knew she was taking a bath!" Annoyed, Maka accuses.
"Now you're just making false accusations! And could you please tell me why girls come up with these wild assumptions in the first place!?" Angrily, Soul scowls at her.
"Hmph women's institution." Maka huffs turning her head to the side.
"Still…there's something a little weird about that witch…" Death points out crouching down briefly.
"Good to see I'm not the only one getting that feeling," Ava exclaims furrowing her brow at the fight before her.
"What do you mean?" Spirit questions her.
"It's her madness it isn't…it's too weak if that makes sense…" Ava's yellows narrow attempting to explain herself.
"Weak?" Spirit arches a brow.
"Witches are born with more madness than most so for this witch to seem to be so sane…so easily. It's…strange." Sighing, Ava answers watching Maka try to talk to Soul but receive nothing but still silence. The fight continues on after the witch's invite for Soul to join her as she continues throwing pumpkin after pumpkin at the two.
"Hey, why did you drop me like that for!?" Fuming, Maka glares at Soul as he reverts to his human form dropping her down into the garbage below making her seethe scowling, glaring at the back of Soul.
"I don't think we should be partners anymore Maka. I want to be the witch's now." Cooly, Soul declares before turning to face Maka lovestruck making Ava grimace at his heart-shaped eyes proclaiming his wish.
"Oh do you really want me?" Excitedly, the witch girl cheers joyous.
"Yeah, that's more like it leave my daughter alone you little scum bag!" Proudly, Spirit declares crouching down as both Ava and Death frown down at the redhead.
"Eh?" Death exclaims.
"You do know that means Maka's dream of making a death scythe will be crushed." Coldy, Ava crosses her arms over her chest.
"She can start again with someone more suitable I'll even choose one for her." Smirking, Spirit decides only then to cry out as both Ava and Death share a look just as Deah raises his hand and…
"Is now really the time to be saying that?" Death questions tiredly ignoring the bloodied beaten redhead curled behind their backs as they continue watching the mirror.
"Blair you sued your magic on him! Let him go!" Maka accuses her as she joins Soul's side.
"You really are stupid…any man would choose a girl with a body like Blair's over you ad your flat chest. She didn't have to trick me to make me pick her over you." Soul smirks at her.
"Now that you mention it that witch has a real nice body I mean compared to Ava's doesn't she?" Lovingly, Spirit squeals as both Ava and Death's eyes twitch from his words.
"E-Excuse you?" Ava scowls at him, her features raw red.
"It would be best if you shut up for a while." Death states as Ava notes the brief break of his normal jovial tone turning back to its original darker husky version, bringing a small faint ruby red tint to her cheeks from the brief lapse in sound.
"You men…all of you, you're horrible. Cheating on every woman but you…you. I actually decided to trust. I put my faith in you I can't believe this. I wish all of you would just die. Hey soul you said women make wild accusations without reason right? That's what you said? Well, what reason do men have for cheating? It's not fair!" Teary-eyed, Maka proclaims her voice cracking as the tears flow freely making Ava glance over at Spirit curled up, looking solemn, saddened by her declaration.
"Heh, how am I suppose to know? I can't answer that. After all cool men don't cheat on their partners do they?" Smugly, Soul proclaims as his hand forms revealing his scythe blade which he uses the arm to strike slashing against the witch, revealing her purple soul which he devours but…
"Wha…." Stunned, Ava gapes at the news, she knew something was up but she didn't think this!
"Yes just as I suspected." Death exclaims.
"The cat will do. Yes Blair I'll be your cat toy any-" Lovingly, Spirit eagerly offers only making both Death and Ava's eyes twitch once more as Ava simply nods her head making Death reveal a familiar hand.
"DIE." Icily, Ava snaps scowling down at the bloodied beaten mess of Spirit as the two, the meister and weapon who had worked so very hard had to now cough up the kishin souls they got and start anew all thanks to the mischief of a single kitty cat.