The darkness engulfed the world around her, bearing down on her like a force of nature. Within its dark depths she could see the soft glow of lost soul, her long begotten comrades that had fallen the day all hell had broken loose. Azura kept them nearby, floating around within the madness, like little trophies eliminating the darkness of the room. It was out of this darkness he came, a silent deadly storm.
Since the downfall of civilisation he had grown not only in power but in stature as well. The clothes he wore were covered in the blood of the innocent he had slain, the bandage like scarfs he wrapped himself in moved to an unseen wind, like a clock of darkness. As he made his way over, a silent shadow within an already dark room, he almost seemed to float his long, angular feet hardly touching the ground beneath them. He stopped no more than a meter away from her, making her have to tip her face up to be able to look into the pale face of her capture. No sooner had she allowed her eyes to travel to his face she found herself once again struck by the power, fear and as much as she hated to admit it majesty of his face. It was at times like these she remembered what her mother had said to her all those years ago.
"Maka, the power, will and thoughts of a person can be written all over a their face, from just a glance you can tell many things. The hardships the have been through, the good times and the ways in which the years have weathered them, never forget this my child for it is not just the physical appearance you are judging but the very essence of the person themself"
This however her mother had told her before she split with her father, before she gained the use of soul perception, before the fall of civilisation. It all seemed like it happened many a year ago, in another lifetime. Looking at the face of the man before her, even without the use of soul perception, and his incredibly powerful wavelength, he would have been considered a man of great influence and control.
"I wonder what he was like, back before his decent into madness?" She pondered in her head as the scarfs that framed his tall lean figure moved forward stretching towards her "was he just like me, a student attending DMWA? Making friends? Getting into trouble?"
The feeling of the rough fabric scarfs making their way around her wrists and ankles brought her back to the present. Pushing herself up into the air she twisted away just in time to miss being snared within their grasp. Flipping over in the air, she landed 3 meters back from where she had started in a deep crouch. Staring across the dark expanse between her and the enemy, Maka's eyes flared a dark ominous green, all wondering thought gone, leaving nothing but hatred, anger and spite. The Kishin, slowly looked up from when she had once been, a smile leisurely drawled its way across his face.
"So, you have decided to come back and play again have you" His voice smooth and dark like rich sticky honey.
"You know full well that I have no desire to be anywhere near you Kishin" Maka spat out, readying herself to spring into action at a moment's notice, anything to avoid what was to come for a s long as possible.
"Hmmm. that may be true young one, but yet here we are, once again dancing to the same musical tune, but in this game of cat and mouse the winner has already been decided." And with that last word, the bandage scarfs sprang up out of the ground, Maka hadn't even noticed them make their way into the flooring beneath his feet to focused was she on what her next move would be. Seizing her ankles and wrists, she was pulled to the ground with a sickening crack. More bandages surged out of the darkness snaking their way around her throat and mouth, securing her to the cold marble floor. The Kishin, slowly made his way forwards her till he was standing directly above her.
"Strange…" his voice coming out no more than a murmur, that Maka could only just make out the words that he was saying "to place ones fate, and the existence of the entire world into the hands of one so small, to bind your entire existence, to a mere child… what is it that you are hiding"
In one swift action, he was kneeling down next to her, and before she could make a single movment of protest his hand was plunged deep within her rib cage. Nothing could describe the immense pain that overcame Maka at the point. To reach within a human being, to touch a person's soul was considered the greatest taboo, it was just not done. This torture Maka had been going through for months, the concept of Soul Extraction, was a process by which one would reach into a person's very being and touch ones soul, in the days of old it was used in weddings, when the bride and groom would touch one another's soul in a sign of love and trust, symbolizing that no-one form that point on would be able to capture their heart. The practice was later on considered barbaric and the practice was lost and forgotten, however it was on occasion used for interrogations to find out the true nature of one's soul.
"Why do you cry…" Opening her eyes, Maka found herself face to face with the Kishin, he hovered over her like a cobra waiting to strike, when she didn't answer, he forced his hand deeper into her chest, letting out an strangled agonising cry, she once again shut her eyes to the world.
"I will get the answers I want out of you child, one way or the other" And with that he drove his whole hand into her core, she could feel the very essence of her soul begin to waver under the pressure of Azura's for, and then it happened, her soul shattered.
Maka's body rose up slightly of the ground as she took a gut retching gasp of air, before falling limp onto the cold hard floor. Her once green eyes clouding over to a dark dull haze, unseeing. Removing his hand from her now lifeless body, the Kishin stood up, and stepped away from the small crumpled body, his scarf bandages unwrapping themselves from her lifeless body
"So, that what you were hiding…" he says as he walks away back into the darkness of the room.
RDG. x