Death City
Chapter 2: Her True Madness of her Dreams
"Dad's? Rae, why are we here?" Rachala asked her older sister, and she looked paler than ever. Raven remained quiet, not wanting to show emotion. The door opens, and four red eyes appeared.
"Raven! Rac-" He looked at his youngest daughter. His eyes went big as he did a double take. "Rachy!" The tone of worry and fear surprised the sisters. "Father..." Rachala's voice was soft, but Trigon heard her. "Get inside, now!" Trigon and Raven helped Rachala to the couch. "Father, she's been having nightmares for over a month now." Raven told the demon, not looking away from her sister. "Well, I do have a spell I could try..." He muttered as he went off a trek for the book. When Raven went to hold her sisters hand, it felt like touching ice.
"Got It!" Trigon came in, holding the book. "Okay, listen and relax Rachala, let us see what you seen." Inky blackness covered Ravens mind, and she was looking at Rachala with someone else.
"Please! No!" Rachala cried, but it didn't stop the masked figure to stop mutilating her. Screams of pain and agony tore through her throat.
"Why did you kill her!" Rachala was covered in blood, Maka laid lifelessly in Soul's arms. "WHY! ANSWER ME DAMNIT!" The weapon cried at her. The image went black once more, and a new image replaced it.
"Rachala you Bitch!" Soul was on a table, half an arm missing. "I thought we were friends!" Rachala just sneered, her eyes black.
"We are friends Soul~! Now hush! Lord Death likes his souls happy!" Rachala, her white hair stained pink from blood, eyes black as darkness itself and skin a deathly pale, and she began her work..
(A/N: Sorry for the short chapter! Been busy! Just got home from vacation!)