"DEMON HUNTER!" Maka yells screaming, snapping, shouting as a familiar burst of energy envelopes the slick scythe's blade before the group.
"Just as I expected…this girl…she is far too dangerous to witches…" Medusa mutters to herself brow furrowed glaring glowering at the back of Maka now adorned in a coal black dress.
"Soul this dress…is it?" Mystified, Maka says shocked staring down at her new attire.
"The piano is setting off my insanity I just let my emotions get carried away and activated the black blood that's all…Don't worry it'll settle soon enough. Anyway let's settle this quickly while you have that armour of black blood to protect you." Soul tells Maka.
"It's over Arachnophobia" Maka proclaims proudly wielding said scythe enveloped in bright beaming light.
"Urgh after abandoning my body I don't have enough attacking power!" Pained, Arachne seethes scowling grinding her teeth together frustrated.
"I'm stronger than you." Seriously, Maka tells the twitch.
"Do you truly believe that you can settle everything with courage alone? In the face of overwhelming power courage is reduced to mere foolish recklessness. This defeat is nobody's fault but my own I abandoned too much of my offensive power that is all." Arachne states the fact firmly to the girl but before either side could finish ne another off, a pained grunt lets loose from Arachne's lips as a sudden stream of ruby red spurts out from her plump lips.
"That thi-H-Huh?" Mystifed, Maka stares stunned at the sight of the witch, a monstrous metallic claw of some sorts impaled into her torso, crimson currents smoothly seep out of her dress with flimsy feathers spurting out of the claw.
"Sorry about this but I have to cut this sort." Smirking, Ingram stands tall proud as he swiftly removes his claw from her torso, a gory geyser of crimson cascades down her open wound, waterfalls of blood bursting out of her alongside her lips. She spasms hanging lowly form her slick strings slung over her.
"You…what are you…?!" Heaving, her shaking quivering, quaking plums glare into his golden gleaming hues.
"This is for my mother, for her research you so defiled, for the weapons she alone wanted us to be." Ingram seethes snarling at Arachne ignoring the slick sludge of ruby red smearing staining his feathers.
"Your mother was a selfish old wench, hindering the might of so many people." Poisonously, Arachne sneers.
"She made us for a purpose. She didn't wish for this curse to spread to infect so many others…" Offended, Ingram explains.
"…Go to hell." Arachne sneers spitting out venom as a small smear of ruby red is spat at him.
"You…" Ingram seethes snarling brushing the droplet aside smearing it across his cheeks before swiftly silencing her, removing his hand from her torso where his hand changes, contorts. Maka and Soul grimace at the sharp snap of bone seeing the flimsy feathers embedded into his skin crawl back under his skin or some that look metallic clatters down to the ground below, but that isn't what catches their attention, it's…
"Apologize for stealing that kill I had planned on dealing with the wench personally but hey who am I to say no to a free meal ticket?" Teasingly, Ingram winks as he turns to the kids, a purple soul floating in his hand.
"What are you going to do with her soul?" Scowling, Maka demands from him on guard.
"Nothing much here." Casually, he tosses said soul over.
"You're…giving it to us?" Stunned, Soul blinks baffled.
"I already had my soul besides you guys deserved it. Good work you too also nice dress." Dubiously, he winks at Maka making her squeak slightly, a heavy hue of ruby red upon her cheeks.
"O-Oh…thank you…" Sheepishly, she smiles at him while Soul scowls.
"Hey don't thank me you earned it enjoy it. Besides it'd be wasted on me." Ingram dismisses.
"Hey…" Soul calls out from his scythe.
"Hm?" Humming, Ingram quirks his head to the side.
"Does a witches soul taste good?" Curious, Soul asks.
"Eh…depends on the witch but guess you'll have to find out." Mysteriously, Ingram winks wryly.
"…Thank you. Wait what about Crona? Wait…a girl?" Mystifed, Maka furrows her brow befuddled by the sheer sight of the girl casted to the side.
"Yes…I think my sister's bod fits me rather icily." Pleased, Medusa smirks smugly as she stands tall before them all, Medusa back in her normal form only with black hair.
"What now!?" Maka stares stunned at Medusa in her adult form.
"Thank you for doing all of this for me. It's so easily to manipulate you people using Crona as an excuse…I AM AFTER ALL Crona's very own mother." Mockingly, Medusa sneers sadistically, smriking smugly at the mad Maka.
"Medusa welcome back! Black hair suits you." Cheerily, Ingram winks at the woman.
"Thanks. Good to see you too Ingram now Maka your capacity for soul perception is simply too dangerous." Medusa nods to Ingram before turning to Maka.
"Medusa you…" Maka seethes grinding her teeth together only then to gasp as a firm frail arrow impaled into her shoulder.
"Maka are you all right?" Soul asks.
"You knew about this?" Maka turns to glare at Ingram.
"Why are you complaining? She gave the brat back just like she said." Sighing, Ingram looks over at his nails, waving off the slosh sludges of ruby red smeared stained upon his arm.
"Indeed with BJ out of the picture you are the most dangerous remaining element and now that you have defeated Arachne I have no further use for you." Medusa reveals to Maka.
"Were you the one who killed BJ?" Soul scowls at her.
"Oh no Ingram merely stood by and watched." Medusa points to the bird.
"It was quite the show I'll say that much…" Ingram smirks.
"Yes well the world is heading in a very interesting direction in its quest for reform. Maka…you are nothing more than an obstacle to its progress. It is time for you to disappear." Seriously, Maka tells the girl, arrows protruding out of her back, ready to end this once and for all until…
"GWAHAHAHAHA!"
"The hell!?" Ingram blurts out as he ad Medusa leap back, brow furrowed at the sight of the monkey and man with a bear head.
"I'm staring…at a monkey? Medusa you seeing this?" Lost, Ingram indignantly asks turning to the witch.
"That I am." Annoyed, Medusa confirms.
"I don't know whether to be insulted at the fact that a monkey can be a death scythe or not…and im seeing a guy with a bear mask urgh…reminds me of those creepy pervs around kids in those theme parks." Honestly, Ingram confesses.
"Ingram focus." Firmly, Medusa snaps sharply at him before cursing, grimacing at the sharp sting to her cheek as she cradles her cheek, noting the webbed like pattern sprouting out from her eye.
"There's some residual consciousness in this body…." Medusa mutters.
"Very well we will retreat for the moment. Ingram get us out of here." Medusa calls out to Ingram.
"Aye, aye!" Ingram cheerily cheekily winks saluting playfully as he flicks his wrist making the others gasp at the metallic feathers impaled into their sides, pinning them down.
"Where is Crona?" Maka calls out angrily.
"Give it up the Crona you knew no longer exists. I have no intention of surrendering my child to you. Ingram?" Murderously, Medusa sneers a hand to her hip as she turns to Ingram once more.
"On it. Ta ta brats, once again good job on that soul see ya!" Smirking, she winks at the group pinned down by her feathers before the two leave, heading on their own way.
"THE FUCK IS THIS!?" Giriko snarls screaming into the open air staring stunned at the wrecked ruins of the castle.
"Now, now there's no need to be so loud." Tutting, a voice calls out.
"Y-You…" Alarmed, Giriko glares at the crisp click of heels staring stunned at the golden eyed male before him.
"They've…really done it." Giriko whispers as it slowly clicks in devastated.
"So it would seem." Ingram exclaims a hand on his hip.
"Seem?" Giriko glares at Ingram.
"Some witches can be the stubborn sort clinging to the anchor of light while others fizzle away, allowing death to swallow them whole. With that witch of yours who knows…?" Ingram shrugs his shoulders.
"Why could you not have just stayed asleep a little longer? Thanks to your wandering about I've had my time wasted searching for you." Tutting another voice joins in.
"You're…" Giriko's eyes expand at the sheer sight of the blonde.
"Aw Law I see you made friends with Clownstro." Chirpily, Ingram winks at the sight of the figure looming behind him.
"Master…" The clown bows before him.
"Clownstro?" Confused, Giriko turs to scowl at the smirking Ingram.
"It's…it's a work in progress." Perkily, Ingram smiles sheepishly shrugging.
"Clearly." Curtly, Law exclaims.
"What the hell is going on!?" Giriko demands fed up.
"We're simply offering a way out for you." Calmly, Law informs him.
"A way out?" Giriko glares at the group before him.
"Why don't you come with us Giriko?" Smirking, Ingram offers his hand out to him.
"Justin Law…you're meant to be dead." Giriko furrows his brow at the sight of the blonde.
"A lot of people are meant to be dead." Ingram shrugs.
"The hell is going on?" Giriko turns back to Ingram.
"Well its quite the tale, I'm going around doing my daily bird stuff you know picking seeds, unravelling the straps of certain dresses finding shiny stuff you know how it is." Ingram begins his tale gesturing about as Law rolls his eyes while Giriko's eye twitches.
"Just get to it." Impatiently, Giriko roars at Ingram who simply sighs.
"When I find this beauty before me, HIS MALCIOUS MURDEROUS INTENT WAS INTOXICATING! I just couldn't turn my back to such bloodlust I had to see it and the way he just tore that buzzcut weirdo apart was art I was going to kill him but I knew such talent, such madness shouldn't be wasted." In awe, Ingram exclaims wrapping his arms around himself, his gold gleaming, glistening, shimmering, shining as a heavy hue of ruby red crossing his cheeks, a small sleek salvia descending down his lips.
"And here we are…master Ingram has promised to show me the beauty of madness." Justin furrows his brow, a brief grimace smeared upon his expression at the sheer intensity of Ingram's words.
"So Giriko would you like to see the source of which your witch so failed to try to be, so paled in comparison too…so aspired to be…?" Bemused, Ingram takes out from his coat, a sheet of paper with a summon circle upon it.
"How did you get your hands on this?" Confused, Giriko furrows his brow at the sight of said sheet paper.
"I made it." Ingram states.
"How the fuck did you make this?" Baffled, Giriko gawks at the summoning circle of sorts.
"You'd be surprised what a bit of witch's blood with a tad bit of discipline can get ya? Now you can take your only escape ticket or let these Shibusen brats break your blade what's it gonna be?" Fed up, Ingram offers said sheet to Giriko.
"Hey there good work guys! Must've been tough!" Amazed, Death greets Tsubaki, Kim and Jackie all in their gym uniform with Angela by their side, clinging to Tsubaki's side.
"H…hey there…" Uneasily, the three greet the god of death nervously.
"Good morning. So yes…about what we're going to do with these two little witches Sid?" Death asks him.
"Well it's all very well calling them little witches but the one is a user of regeneration magic which is in conflict with the destructive instincts known as the sway of magic and the other is too young for the sway of magic to have taken hold as of yet." Sid explains to him.
"True true." Death nods his head in understanding.
"I daresay Kim is unlikely to be influenced by the sway of magic at all but we have no way of knowing when Angela's destructive instruments may take hold. The only person we could get an understanding from this would be…" Hopeful, Sid begins but…
"I know Sid." Curtly, Death sighs at Sid taking him aback by the cold curt voice of lord Death.
"Wait Lord Death I have an idea on how to deal with that issue. If Angela were to be periodically exposed to my own magic then I think we might be able to surpass the sway of magic in her." Kim suggests.
"Not to mention the mortality machine may be of use." Jackie offers.
"Please…we want you to help Angela." Earnestly, Tsubaki exclaims.
"Sure sounds fine to me we'll do whatever we can for her was there anything else?" Death asks.
"Hey…when can I see Mifune again?" Angela asks Tsubaki only to see Tsubaki's strained smile at the question, knowing well what the answer is but giving the girl the answer right now was not their plan, for she was too young and to tell her could inch her closer to the destructive nature of magic.
"That went well…" Joyous, Death exclaims bobbing up and down.
"Um sir you didn't answer my question…what about…?" Anxiously, Sid begins but before he could even ask Sid was swiftly dismissed and Sid complied, knowing well not to dispute against the death god, not now…not yet.
"So Kid was trapped inside that book." Maka furrows her brow at the Thompson twins.
"Yeah…lord death told us not to tell lady Ava." Liz sighs sadly.
"It went all ragggh and stuff." Patty adds as she twirls the basketball on the tip of her fingertip.
"But why not tell lady Ava?" Mystifed, Maka furrows her brow.
"I think he wants to do it himself it's why he asked us to not to return to the manor." Liz sighs sadly.
"What? where are you going to stay?" Stunned, Maka gawks at the news.
"He had Azusa set a hotel room for us for a while." Liz crosses her arms over her chest, she couldn't help but feel guilt for Ava, she had no idea what either parent was going through.
"He thinks it's going to get that bad?" Maka whispers brow furrowed normally something like this would make families come together but what would you do with a family full of gods? Of deities that have lived throughout the years, of creatures with powers that could kill someone in an instant.
"Seems so…I'm pretty sure he called it the book of Eibon though." Liz places her forefinger to her cheek.
"Huh?" Maka flinches from the title.
"Since you're big on books we thought you might know something about it." Hopeful, Patty tells Maka.
"Eh…!? What…well…I'm not sure…" Squirming, Maka smiles strained.
"Aww well that's no use." Disappointed, Patty sighs slumping her shoulders.
"The book of Eibon…could it be?" Maka couldn't help but furrow her brow at the thought.
Sighing, Lord Death wanders through the manor hallway he stops in his tracks when perking up at the proud portrait of his family, staring solemnly at the sight of a younger Ava smiling softly holding a baby kid in her lap. He himself stood strong tall, towering over them. Death sighs shakily before looking towards their bedroom, the master bedroom where he hesitates at the door before bowing his head preparing himself for the inevitable fury as he opens the door.
"Ava…?" Shyly, Death calls out to the woman, a bouquet of anemones in hand, steeling his nerves, preparing himself for the wrathful rage of the goddess of wrath, of war, of madness of the capture of her child…Death The Kid.