Rewritten ending*

That's right another chapter out in less than a month, what a mirical. But realisitically, I'm trashed right now, so at least the first half of this will be trash. Enjoy!

Maka's POV

As I stare into the gaping mouth of the inferno that is hell, the poor lost souls reach out to me as if I hold the key to their freedom. They're arms reach out to inhuman length pulling at me and my very soul. They tear me apart bit by bit as I see their past lives and sins.

A father killing his family, a mother selling her daughter on the streets, even a young child forced into a life a stealing and hatred. None of them feel any fault they all feel as if the blame should fall on someone else and yet it is they who burn in the pits of hell.

"Near…. Hold…" Kid's screams barely reach me as I stare into the hopeless eyes of the condemned. They cry out for my help as if I can save them. But, as they reach out for me there is nothing I can do but glance hopelessly at their fate. It was not my judgment, it was not my choice, it was theirs.

Suddenly, as if smashing into a brick wall, my horse rocks back and forth unsteadily. It trips over its own feet before stumbling into the dust in a rough skid. I am thrown into the dirt and small pebbles dig their way deep into my skin. Both of the girls fall too, smashing into the ground before rolling to a stop with their horsed lying in a heap. Kid is the only one who managed to hang on but it seems of little difference now that we are all going to die.

I send a silent prayer to the god, or gods, or whatever, hoping for mercy on my soul. I have lived a sinful life and no matter what I wish that I don't end up in the clutches of Chaos. Although I suppose it's too late now, I am already dead. I wonder how it will feel, an eternity surrounded by evil and malevolence. I guess I can find out soon.

Just as I think this, I see the horrid being that is Chaos approaching us at high speed. It's maw opens just to devour us when… there is a horrible screeching as it slams into a barrier. Sharp claws rips at its face as it burns away slowly leaving nothing but smoke.

With the last of my energy I am able to turn to look at the surrounding area around us. Kid is sitting on his horse with his arm stretched out and his eyes glowing that ethereal light blue. A beam of light seems to feed the shield as Chaos smashed against it, demanding entrance.

Behind him stand Morphus, with an army of thousands of demons ready to fight by their rulers side. And yet, the more Chaos fights, the easier it is to see how it drains him. However, Kid is not in perfect shape either. He is supporting his weight mostly on Bronte and leans heavily on his saddle as he pours out his energy.

Patti and Liz stir but seem to remain unconscious. There is no one left to help him, no one to stand by his side. Summoning all the strength I have I pull myself up and stagger towards the prince of death. Never before have I seen him so powerful, so in his element, or so protective. However, he is still struggling, Chaos is banging against his protection and there is not much he can do to save us.

I must help him, I must save the boy who is draining his own energy for our lives. I manage to take a step forward into the dust of the desert. And then, another follows shortly after, all the while Kid is oblivious to my approach. I cannot let him fight this battle alone, it him or it is us.

My hand covers his and he jumps in surprise. Those golden orbs look upon me in curiosity and confusion as I smile up at him. There is not much a human can do except show support, but, that is all that I have. A small smile graces his face as the shield holds. I hear a call for arms in a voice that is unmistakable Morphus's.

"This is your homeland. It is time to defend!" On that order the demons of the land rush forward to protect the only home they can remember. They slam through the barrier into the massive entity of Chaos attempting to invade their homeland.

With the immense pressure lifted off him Kid slumps over on to Bronte, but his eyes are still sharp, looking for any danger. He scans the battlefield with eyes still slightly glowing that mystic blue, in its own way it's entrancing. They squint for a moment before he pushes himself up and using Bronte to support himself they stumble towards the line of battle. The prince slings his arm over the horse's back before his rings elongate into needle thin swords as he staggers towards the fighting.

"Kid what are you doing? You can't fight in this condition." Bronte pauses as if to agree with me but Kid tugs forward slightly, urging him on. "Stop it, now. Are you stupid, you can't fight."

"Stupid? Are all these soul's being thrown into the Fall stupid? You tell me to stop as if it I have something to live for. All I have is my kingdom and my subject, Death is constant and steady and by the Gods I will be that if I need to. I won't give up from a few scratches, this is my home land and these are my people. And I'll be damned if I just sit here while my people die for me just because I'm a little tired."

We're getting to close now, the dead bodies of demons litter the ground. He's right; they are fighting a losing battle. They are getting struck down in massive numbers and yet I see something that surprises me. As one row dies or is knocked aside another always replaces it. All these demons have a perfectly good view of the battle field. The see the slaughter, the unavoidable death that they face and they charge into it anyway. Something is driving them, something more than bloodlust, something more than protection.

The back lines are setting up medic tents to tend to the not yet dead. As we near them demons limp towards the path Kid and I walk. They say nothing as he walks by yet they stand straighter, they seem to emanate life, it's as if he is fueling them on. A limping mess of a child leaning on a horse is giving them hope. That's when I realize that it is not just their home these soldiers are fighting for. It is also their King. It is loyalty that drives them on, a gratefulness for a second chance at living again. In a way it's honorable.

And just like that, it turns from calm into chaos. The battlefield is like a wall slamming into you. Not ten feet from the medics a body falls from the sky and lands with a bone crushing thud. No one runs over, they know whoever that poor unfortunate soul was, they are gone.

A shadow wraith materializes beside Kid, ready to strike him down. His eyes are quick though, with a slice of his wrist the demons fades away again. Slowly he picks his way towards the frontline, ripping down wraiths as he goes with his left arm and using his right to keep from collapsing.

The battle rages on but more cries of power are heard than those of pain. The deeper into the fray we dive the more men raise their cheer. They think their savior is here, that somehow the wounded and exhausted prince can save them all.

But, Kid is still a young God, he can't compete with Chaos, he's too weak as it stands. Chaos will just keep killing him over and over again, even if he takes me he will probably bring Kid along just for the sick pleasure of watching him suffer.

"Kid, please I don't want you to suffer. You know what will happen if we lose."

"I do."

"Then why do you do this?" He pauses for a moment to think. We are far too close to the front line now. It's less than a hundred feet away but Chaos has not spotted us…yet.

"Maka, go back to the castle, take Bronte and hold on. I will not have you become part of his sick and twisted game."

"I don't have to and neither do you. Please come back with me."

"I cannot. To save my people, my family, and those I hold dear I must fight; even if it means I must give away my life. I am willing to make that sacrifice, if for nothing else than for you.

I pull to a dead stop completely by surprise. The prince grins a moment before turning back to battle. I am frozen in place unable to stop him, I can't let fight and yet I can't ask him to give up everything he loves. I am torn and have no other option.

"Then give me a weapon." This is enough for him to stop. He tilts his head back curiously at me.

"What?"

"Give me a sword. If you are intent on dying, then I will keep dying with you."

"Maka, I'm not going to let you fight you're just a mortal. And it would make my battling terribly unsymmetrical."

You have got to be kidding me?!

" Seriously, you're doing this now?! You can't even use your left arm."

"But it's a balance concept. I will be thrown off and reduced to scum-"

"I said give me the damn sword Kid!" I slam my foot into the ground and for a moment all is silent. Suddenly a crack forms in the dirt, it's small at first but it elongates hundreds of feet. Kid doesn't seem to notice and is saying something but Bronte does. He knocks Kid up onto him before charging towards me. I feel the wind knocked out of my lungs as his head slams into my thighs and sends me rolling back over his neck into Kid's arms.

"Bronte, Calm down!" Bronte ignores Kid's calls as he takes a massive leap forward. The swift movement throws me off guard and I would have tumbled off him if it weren't for Kid's death grip on me.

The crack grows from a small fissure to a deep glowing hole. A beam shoots out of the crack blinding everyone in the near vicinity with bright light and heat. When I am able to open my eyes again I am shocked by the figure calmly prancing out of the light.

"Hi. Hi. Hi" Lord Death's entrance did not go unnoticed and a loud cheer rose from the battle field. The man's black robes rip in the wind snapping violently. He has changed out his mask to a much more frightening one. It closely resembles a human skull with a crack running form the left eye socket to the jaw. A bit of blood leaks from the crack and his eyes are soulless half-moons.

"Father… what are- what are you doing here?" His breathing is heavy and the words seem to only be pulled from his throat in a hoarse push. Kid is finally being hit by the dramatic lack of energy. His body sloops against mine, leaving me to awkwardly hold us both up while I ride side saddled.

"Don't worry Kiddo. I am here to save the day. Just you wait." He ruffles his son's hair in a loving manner. If it weren't for the death wails behind us it would have almost been cute. The prince's energy finally gives out on him as he just slowly nods his head and leans complete on me. "Maka."

Startled I snap to attention at the suddenly battle hardened change in the Reaper. The killer intent rolling off him was suffocating." Y-Yes sir?"

"Get my son back home and leave this too me." I look at him skeptically and he just meets it with a deadpanned gaze. "That is an order."

"Sir, yes sir!" I exclaim before swinging my leg back over Bronte's neck. I pull tight on the reigns and the horse whinny's in worry for his rider. Before I take off I take another glance at the carnage around us.

"Sir? Are you sure you'll be alright?" I ask as the man seeming floats forward. Lord Death passes through us and towards the battle field his image flickering.

"I'll be fine. Make sure my son makes it home. And I swear to Gods, if anything happens to him… I'll kill you."

*LOLZ Ghastly…like haunter… I crack myself up

Haha… hi again… don't kill me. Email's stopped coming to my phone and I thought no one was reading anymore. I kind of forgot about this but now that I have more free time on break I thought I would try to earn back your love. I kind of want to start a new story too but I try not to leave one half done. I'll get a new chapter out soon. I love you all please don't eat me.