Sorry I was so late with this, guys...busybusybusy. But, I was brainstorming at school when I was supposed to be concentrating on silly things like slope formulas and Alexander the Great. As usual, thanks to my faithful reviewers Kybele and Hoshimare. Thanks jamesstutz for you reviews, but please do not do that sort of thing again. I appreciate that you want to review, but instead of making twenty e-mails for me to sort through my inbox, you can just do one big one. But thanks anyways.
Circe was not beautiful. She had a square jaw that was often set in defiance when she was younger. Her eyes were tipped a little too much for her face, and her mouth was held in a loose line above her chin. No, she was certainly not beautiful.
Circe was striking, however, and could be even called lovely with the features that did work to her advantage. Her hair was a lush gold that fell far beyond her waist in gentle waves. The eyes that stared back from that delicately featured face were a cutting violet that seemed to see through anything. Her skin was pale and perfect, contrasting with the dark material that she wore.
But the one thing that made Circe's loveliness obsolete was the majesty that surrounded her, the power and confidence that would surround an emperor. Her aura pushed out into the air, always pushing and groping and expanding. It pulsed, and men and women had been struck down by her sheer presence. Circe feared little.
The sorceress sighed, and rested her chin on her palm, loosing herself in contemplative thought.
"The souls have made us stronger, That Which has been Imprisoned. Fresh, human souls. Does it not feel glorious?" It sent a warm wave of contentment through her mind, and she smiled. Its power increased greatly, expanding its physical form so that it swelled within its prison. And these were regular souls...nowhere near the caliber of the superhuman souls.
Her brow knit in concentration as a globe materialized in her palm. And within it, the soul pranced against the walls, trying to break free and return to its owner.
"You cannot escape," she murmured, turning the globe back and forth. The flaming shape seemed to form itself into a winged horse before rearing up on its hind legs. The globe flamed. She chuckled. "You are not nearly so dormant as the human souls which have so strengthened the Trapped One. You fight. Imagine the power of four of your kind combined. We will be unstoppable."
Her mirror suddenly appeared before her. She frowned and peered into its depths. The One Who Was Caged was trying to show something to her, as the flaming eyes flashed on the surface...the flaming eyes of a Soul Eater.
There stood a girl-human. And in her hand, she clutched a scythe. Circe nodded, her scowl deepening. The one creature that could dismantle the entire venture. The Avatar of Destruction. The mirror turned black.
"I understand. We will watch for her." Circe said aloud, the super soul still clutched in her hand, the essence within flaming in fury. She smiled maliciously, watching the soul fight.
"Gyakusetsu!" She commanded to the empty air before her throne on which she sat so imperiously. However, the space was not empty a few seconds later; a Soul Eater had appeared, her head bowed so that the pink hair obscured her features.
"Yes, Mistress?" Circe sat in silent consideration for a moment.
"You have done well to gather the souls that you have. Please pass this on to the rest of the Elite." She remained with her head hanging down.
"Yes, Mistress."
"And then, Gyakusetsu, I want the soul of your disciple. I want it just as I want the two other super souls that we require. Gather them soon! But bring me my newest Soul Eater first. She will bring me one super soul. You and the rest of the Elite will bring me the last."
"Yes, Mistress." Circe sensed the hesitation behind her words.
"You have a question, Gyakusetsu." She raised her head sharply, eyes narrowed. So it was so. "You may ask. I am interested in knowing what pesters you so." Her tone was somewhat amused. After all, she needed three more pieces, and then the puzzle would be solved. The world was within her grasp.
"Mistress, I..." The Soul Eater paused, unsure. "Mistress, why is it....why don't we have souls, Mistress? Mistress, what is it like to have a soul?" Circe watched her carefully.
"You ask a strange question, Gyakusetsu." Her head dropped. "But I shall answer. You, Gyakusetsu, and all the other Soul Eaters that I have made have no soul. Souls are messy, understand. They cause you to feel. They cause you to care. I myself have no soul. I sacrificed it to create you, perhaps the one Soul Eater most like me. But, anyways...you cannot know what it is to have a soul, because the warmth and brightness of one would rip you apart. You are not meant for a soul, Gyakusetsu. You are meant to steal them, love them, want them...but never possess one of your own." The Soul Eater said nothing for a moment, turmoil in her pale eyes.
"Never to have one, Mistress?" she asked. But the question was not grieved nor miserable. Just a question of a plagued mind.
"No, Gyakusetsu. Now, leave me. Bring me the soul of your disciple. Bring me my newest Soul Eater, and soon the world will be mine." Gyakusetsu left.
"So...my favorite creation longs for a soul. The time has come for her, just as it came for Ginnezudesu, and just as it will come for Kuroyuri. And watching the girl be destroyed and a Soul Eater set up in her place will seal away anything she feels.