Soul Eater was what he was called. He was pretty sure that it was not the name he was born with but his own infamous personality earned him that gruesome nickname. And that was what stuck.
He grumbled loudly as he trudged up the hill to a small village on the other side. From the sign above the gateway to the little town it was called "Death City." Soul Eater quirked his eyebrow at the ironic name, this village was far from a city and of course, and he was dead.
Trudging down the path he was looking in desperate for someplace that sells booze and a place to stay. He had to get out of the elements before the sun came out.
A run down shack stood out to him with half naked girls and drunken men stumbling out into the cold on their way home. He grumbled again as he made his way inside. Soul Eater was flooded with the scent of cheap booze, barf, and smoke. His heightened senses choked at the overwhelming smell.
He was just about to leave when he smelled her, her soul to be more precise. His blood red eyes flicked to the side as he saw her, sitting and reading her book on a grungy couch.
"Could a get a glass of water and burbon, doll?" he asked a nervous looking bar maid. She had wild pink hair and he smelled a hint of fairy blood on her. Fairy blood tasted good, like fizzing human blood, but Soul Eater had only had "watered down" fairy blood. Full blown fairies were hard to catch and not worth the time.
"Thanks," he drawled out as she set the light brown liquid and scurried off to the other side of the bar.
He rolled his eyes at her caution. With her background she probably suspected he was a powerful and dangerous, if his red eyes, sharp teeth and white hair didn't give him away.
He stood and walked over to the blonde girl on the couch. She sensed his demonic presence and looked up. Deep jade eyes glanced up and locked on him. He grinned wide, showing his glowing smile.
"What is a pretty girl like you doing here, huh?" he said. She glared at him, and a spark of arrogance flashed across her face.
"None of your business, but if you must know I'm here to pick up my father," she spat.
"Well, can I get your name, gorgeous?" he said with a wink.
"No," she said dismissively and brought her book back up to her face. Soul Eater frowned, after too many centuries to count one would think he would be great at picking up girls; or at the very least, their attention
This smell on her blood, he couldn't decipher it. It was a mix between an unbelievably strong demon and something else. He needed to get closer to her neck; with his nose close to her artery he would be able to get an accurate smell.
He leaned in and wrapped his hands gently but firmly on her wrists and put them at her side. Her sparkling green eyes widened as his face leaned close to her neck. He touched her soft skin at the left side of her neck and felt her pulse pounding on his lips.
He took a long drag through his nose, breathing in the smell of a wolf demon, and that mysterious scent. He had smelled it before, and he racked his foggy memories for the source. She was struggling beneath him and he could faintly hear her yelling through his concentration.
The realization of what the smell was hit him like a wagon. It was the scent of an angel, the messengers of the gods. He remembered smelling an angel's blood after he found one, wounded and with broken wings. It had been about 150 years ago at the beginning of the war between under worlders and the gods. He had stopped by to see the carnage and found the dying angel. And of course he had drunk the remaining blood dry.
She smelled of the tree's of Ireland and of dried lavender. She smelled absolutely delicious. It was if he could smell her soul.
He was shaken from his stupor with the feeling of his back slamming against the wall. He looked down at his chest to see purple and green sparks skittering across his shirt. He glanced up and raised his eyebrows at the panicked girl across the room staring intently at her glowing hands.
People were screaming in the room and scrambling to get out of the bar. He pushed himself up and dusted the splinters off his black jacket. Suddenly a large dog like creature leapt from a hallway behind the girl.
The thing snarled at Soul; and he caught a whiff of demon from the wolf. He snarled and stalked towards Soul. He transformed into a man with fire red hair. He immediately recognized the face.
"Well, well, well Spirit, nice to see you again too. It sure has been awhile. What, like fifty years?" Soul said sarcastically.
Spirit widened his eyes, caught off guard. "Eater?"
"The one and only," Soul bowed.
Fear flickered across Spirit's face. "What are you do-doing here anyway?"
"Avoiding any contact with the army," he grumbled, getting up and dusting himself off. "And, you and your precious daughter are going to help me," he said with a smirk.