Lord Death Arrives!

Lord Death was rushing across the academy grounds. He couldn't believe he didn't notice Vigrid's presence earlier. It was an inexcusable mistake. He cursed himself under his breath as he thought about the looming problem, the monster that was in his home. It was an understandable mistake, missing Vigrid's one soul in this chaos.

The school grounds were crawling with Evil Human souls, ever single area was being covered and taken over by the red souls. The ground was now coated in the thick bubbling mass that was Evil Human's souls, Lord Death didn't make any sudden movements where the instant he sensed Vigrid's presence he could act. Soar out across the sky and at the monster to put a stop to him and this insidious plot for revenge and desire…

There were several things Lord Death didn't account for. Vigrid's soul was…different than the last time they had met at the sealing of Marburg. It was twisted into a hideous shape. Lord Death remembered it as a massive red orb etched with Nordic runes, but this…this was different. It was a pulsating mass that refused to conform to any shape, the Nordic runes were still there, but they had become distorted against the darkened blob of his soul. Lord Death would've completely missed it due to its new shape if it wasn't for the two people fighting against it. He recognized the souls as Quill's and Saul's both of them were damaged and were taking a heavy beating, but the opposing soul didn't even seem strained.

That was what led Lord Death to his current action. He immediately recognized that if those two couldn't take down whatever it was that they were facing, immediate action was necessary. Nothing else, he didn't have the time to waste, he needed to move and he needed to move fast. His heart was pounding as he covered ground as quickly as he could. It pained him to be watching two of his best meisters lose under his watch…lose and possibly die.

Their souls were waning. They had originally been a massive blaze, but now they were starting to shrink over a series of poundings, they started to resemble a faint flicker rather than a roaring fire. Lord Death was without his weapon, Enma had yet to return from the base and the other Death Scythe was missing in action. It was pain for Lord Death that there was no more actual scythes with the rank of Death Scythe, but he would make do with what he had. He'd just commandeer Saul's Death Scythe and use that. His preferences didn't matter when his student's lives were on the line.

Quill's soul wavered again. This brought forth another burst of speed from Lord Death as he doubled his movement speed and he began to accelerate for Vigrid's soul. It was a heavy spur in his side now, knowing that Quill was being pushed even closer to death's door while he was rushing towards the scene. He would not let a meister of Quill's talent down. If it wasn't for Lord Death, Quill wouldn't be in this situation.

Quill was blind and always had been. He never saw the sun, he never saw his opponents, and there was no method to restore his vision. He would be blind forever and yet Lord Death had enlisted him as a soldier. Since he was blind there was no way he could ever become a long ranged fighter where even an inch off target would result in horrible mistakes, he had to be close-ranged in the most dangerous spot possible, placing his life on the line.

Lord Death was impressed by Quill's iron will. He had managed to convince him through his desire to be of use, to take down the huge numbers of Evil Humans in the world and his skills were already top-notch…Lord Death had allowed his skill and will to overpower his reason…and for that reason he may be faced with the fact he may lose a great meister.

Another soul flickered and lost some flame, except this time it was Saul's. Another lapse in judgment on Lord Death's part. A blind man and a man with a possible fatal illness are taking on one of the deadliest monsters on the planet. And Lord Death placed them both there. If they died…it would be his fault and he would accept all blame.

But that was if they died! And Lord Death had no intention of letting that happen.

(-With Vigrid-)

Vigrid was glaring over at Saul, who he had just thrown. He was about to deliver the finishing blow to the other guy, Quill, but then that deranged and ugly monkey had hopped up onto his shoulder and tried to punch him. Vigrid wasn't someone who would let that beat him, and managed to grab a hold of Saul and toss him through the air and watched as Saul smashed into the ground repeatedly. Vigrid found the whole ploy rather entertaining as once more neither team was even remotely strong enough to handle him and yet they had managed to stall him for such a long time.

It didn't matter know though. Vigrid may not have the same Soul Perception that the many meisters he had defeated would often tout about, but he had something similar to it. A sixth sense capable of finding strong souls and one that could only possibly belong to Lord Death was heading his way now. Vigrid allowed himself a smile as he turned his head in the direction of this blasting soul, he snickered quietly as he was looking forward to facing off against this foe. It would be a little while longer until he arrived.

"Looks like Lord Death is on his way," muttered Vigrid returning his glare over to the two meisters, "I hope you two still have enough energy left in you to keep me occupied, because if you don't…" Vigrid turned around to face one of the buildings. Another ball of Madness Wavelength built up in his palm, he let it fly towards the building. There was deafening explosion as the ball made contact and brought the building falling down like a chopped tree.

"I'm really glad I dodged those," said Saul wiping a new trickle of blood from his mouth. "My new year's resolution was not to be blown to pieces and for once I'd like to finish it."

"Another joke!" shouted Vigrid rushing Saul in seconds. His hand stretched forth and wrapped around Saul's neck. Hefting him into the air, Vigrid locked eyes with the poor choking meister, "is that what war is to you? A confounded joke?! And you wonder why I swore to eliminate the human race, when you guys take war so lightly!?" Vigrid's entire body wooshed around in a circle tossing Saul at Quill who was trying to rush upon Vigrid. The two collided and were knocked back, rolling about the dirt.

Vigrid lifted his boot and gently placed it on top of the mangled heap that was once two brave meisters, he brought his sword off of his shoulder and gently lowered it into Saul's shoulder. "I'd like to take this moment to apologize and say that I don't particularly care for killing. It's a dirty, messy, mundane act committed by barbarians for fun. Unfortunately for you however, I do believe that sometimes it is a necessary evil."

A black blur spiraled forward crashing into Vigrid and blowing him back and off of his feet. Vigrid was blown through the air and into a building. Before them, in Vigrid's previous spot, was Lord Death. Lord Death was obviously tired from his long race over here. He had exhausted himself as he raced through the city to this place and now that he was finally here, he looked over at the monster his previous brother had become.

Vigrid had a wicked smile spread across his face as he pushed a bit of the rubble off of his shoulder and stood up again. The building pieces that were scattered all over his body slid harmlessly off. He sheathed his sword and approached Lord Death, "So, you know how Marburg's been?" asked Vigrid, wasting not even a second with familiar pleasantries. He came here for an all-out war that ended with Lord Death's head on a silver platter.

"He's been lonely," sighed Lord Death as he immediately backed up. He was still without a weapon and he knew that against Vigrid, it would be in his best interest to grab one, "no one ever visited him while he locked away." Lord Death eyed Vigrid, it had been awhile since they had last met. Vigrid had changed for the worse. His muscles became larger and he had won many new battles scars that decorated his body, the most notable difference was the large blade he had swung over his back.

"Ah, yes, of course," replied Vigrid taking another sure step forward, just to notice Lord Death move away, "I tried so hard, but whoever designed that jar was quite an expert with subspace as well as locking mechanisms. I couldn't break it open no matter how hard I tried. Only recently have I heard that the lock was growing weaker. I sent a few witches to help with his break-out…I heard that your students nearly stopped them."

Lord Death grimaced, "If things had gone as I planned…it wouldn't have been nearly. He would've been sealed away for another three millennia. Left to rot and fester in that subspace again and I would've repeated this cycle for a long time." Lord Death motioned to Saul to hand over his weapon. Saul complied immediately, while he wasn't fond of losing his weapon, he wanted to see Vigrid have his butt handed to him and Lord Death was the best man for that job.

"I have no regrets for that day," continued Lord Death, "I did what I had to do…if anything I regret not ending his life, alas my conscience got the better of me and held me back. If I could do it again I do not think things would go any differently. He is my brother, but he needed to be stopped. Now that you know my resolution will that make you more willing to fight against me at full power?"

Vigrid gritted his teeth striding forward to Lord Death and brandishing his blade. "I understand how you felt back then on that day. I feel similar now, being torn between two sides…but my cause is different. You chose these filthy humans over your own brother! I originally let it go thinking it was just another sibling bout and Marburg's extreme opinion needed a few centuries to calm down, but now that I agree with him. I'm afraid I will help him accomplish his long sought after goal by getting rid of the one person standing in his way! YOU!"

The battle began with that single word. Both sides accepted that there was no turning back and moved in an instant. They crossed weapon and stood as close to each other as possible, Lord Death felt Vigrid's icy cold breath stretch down his back. "This isn't the way our brotherhood should end!" shouted Lord Death, "you were on my side once! You saw the good in people!" Lord Death blew Vigrid's blade up and into the air and brought his shoulder slamming into Vigrid's chest.

Vigrid didn't even flinch, he had weathered worst blows. He feared that his brother's fullest conviction may not be in this fight, he decided to drag it out of him. Vigrid brought his two hands down, smashing them into Lord Death's back and forcing him back. He stepped forward and thrusted his sword's hilt into Death's abdomen and pushed him back. "Save your breath, brother. I was blind back then…I saw what I wanted to see. I saw perfect creatures that deserved a second chance. But seeing Marburg's life taken away in order for them to have that chance was the beginning of my doubts! If they were so good then why did my brother see them as evil? Why did his life have to be removed in order for them to live! If they were so good, it shouldn't have been that way in the first place, but it is! They are more flaws than perfection. I want them gone!"

Another exchange of blows from the two brothers ensued.

Happy Holidays! I got nothing more to say!