Kuroshitsuji © Yana Toboso
OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls
A/N: Yep! Another chapter! Since I had a lot of spare time today I decided to look over this last chapter. I think you'll be disappointed where this chapter ends, but whatever XP I hope you guys enjoyed the story so far. I can see a lot of you guys don't like Jericho XD Don't worry about it! It's all part of the story =3 I HOPE YOU ENJOY!
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"Thank you… thank you… thank you very much," Sophie continued to say as she shook the servant's hands as they left the mansion and towards their homes.
"No thank you," Francis smiled. "You were civil about everything. Do tell me though; do you know what that music was outside in the garden?"
"Music?" Sophie asked, pausing for a while before answering. "No I did not hear it. I'm sorry."
"That's quite alright," he chuckled, "I was wondering if it was part of the festivities. Thank you for a lovely evening."
"You're welcome," she smiled, shaking his hand and waiting till everyone left. Then she let out a tired grunt and loosened her collared shirt, walking back inside and taking off her jacket.
Once she walked into the ballroom Sophie smiled, watching as Grell and Anne danced around the room together and laughing along in their own little world. "What a wonderful time!" Anne laughed. "We showed everyone right my love?"
"Right malady," Grell grinned, suddenly noticing Sophie and waltzing over to her. "Thank you for the help tonight," he said to her as they slowly stopped dancing.
"Yes thank you!" Anne giggled as Grell tilted her into a dip and lifted her back up.
"You're welcome," Sophie shrugged and then yawned. "It was nothing really… well I should get to bed so–"
"Wait! I want to talk to you about something," Grell told her as he continued to waltz around the room with Anne in his arms, "but that will be later," he grinned.
Sophie nodded and yawned again, giving them a last wave till she disappeared from the ballroom and up the stairs. The banquet was a short party, not one that wasn't extravagant but not something that only took a day of planning either. It was hard work for Grell and Anne to put everything together and Sophie figured they should enjoy themselves for the time being and not have them worry about her own affairs. She walked in the dark of the hallways till she got to her room, lighting a few candles before deciding to change out of her clothes and into her pajamas.
There was something on her mind and it was what the demon had told her before she destroyed him. "Tomorrow at three I will die… this can't be good," she sighed as she took off her clothes and set them to the side. She walked over to the dresser and took out her red pajamas, deciding to go to sleep since her body felt ghastly. "I hope Jericho got my message… we need to plan for their assault now. With everything coming together I think I know who is behind this… but then again I can't be sure. He will reveal himself tomorrow… that much I'm certain… oh god," she sighed as she fell onto the bed and looked up at the ceiling, "oh god… I can't die yet… that demon couldn't have been sure though. It was just a message right? No need to worry… no need…" Feeling both exhausted and extremely tense she closed her eyes, her hands set on top of her chest as she listened to herself breathing. "No need…"
By the time Grell came to Sophie's room she had fallen sleep due to exhaustion. It seemed to be the only way she fell asleep anyhow was through utter exhaustion. "Oh Sophie –" he paused, noticing she had fallen asleep on top of the bed and didn't crawl into bed yet. He chuckled, closing the door gently behind him and walking into the dark room. Blowing out all but one candle he set himself down next to her body, noticing that she shifted and groaned to the added weight on the bed. "Anne had gone to sleep already and I'm about to do the same… would you like some company?"
Sophie rolled to her side and rubbed her eyes, looking up at Grell and then noticing she must have fallen asleep. "Ummm…" she yawned, "I-I don't know… I guess not," she shrugged. She crawled up the bed and buried herself into the sheets, deciding it was best to fall asleep in comfort instead of hurting her neck on the edge of the bed.
Grell chuckled, scooting up the bed till he was back in Sophie's face again. "I don't believe you dear," he grinned, lifting the blankets and pulling them over his body.
"Whatever," she simply grumbled, her body telling her to go to sleep and ignore Grell.
"… Sophie," he decided to ask after a few moments. "… What happened that had you leave suddenly?"
"There was something I had to take care of," she yawned, "and there was an uninvited demon luring around. Why?"
"No reason," he shrugged as her yawning abruptly made him yawn too. "… You seem troubled. Care to tell me what's going on?"
"… Not really," Sophie huffed as she pulled the sheets closer to her body. "If you must know…" she sighed keeping her back to Grell, "If you must… a demon said I was going to die tomorrow."
Grell blinked, "Wait what?"
"That demon was sent by this horrible guy to kill me tonight and it didn't happen. Now, if my suspicions are correct, he will send his army in to attack tomorrow… just so you're aware I guess," she shrugged as if the whole ordeal was nothing, "and… he said I'm going to die." Grell looked at her with concern as she laid there thinking to herself and speaking as if everything was alright and not out of the ordinary. In reality it wasn't; Sophie felt a feeling in the pit of her stomach that she was going to die tomorrow and she didn't know if she could let Death take her. All she could do is wait for everything to happen. "Grell I'm just tired... Can we get to sleep?" she sighed as she buried her head into the pillow.
"… Of course," he sighed, wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling her tighter to his chest, "but don't think you can die off so easily. I will never let you!" He grinned before yawning again and closing his eyes to go to sleep.
"I'll keep that in mind," Sophie chuckled, yawning also and grabbing his arms with her hands tightly. "… Good night Grell. Thank you."
"No… problem," he yawned again, burying his head into Sophie's hair and quickly going to sleep. Sophie chuckled and buried her head in the pillows, quickly getting back to sleep before the sun began to rise in the sky.
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"Wait. Is my name on the list or not?" Sophie huffed as she had her hands crossed over her chest and was glaring at Jericho from behind his desk.
"Yes… but I don't know why," Jericho frowned as he was glancing at the papers on his desk trying to find the information. "The Earthborn is going to send is army today?"
"That's what I'm assuming," Sophie shrugged, "and he sent an assassin to kill me last night. Today when Big Ben chimes three will my life will end. What I'm wondering is if he means my life on this earth or if I'll be destroyed all together… I need to know."
"Why are you always thinking like that?" Jericho sighed tiredly. "You assume they're correct, but what if they're wrong? What if this information is false?"
"That's what I thought at first, but," she sighed sadly, "I have a feeling… an unnerving feeling that this will happen. The air feels dense today as if something horrible will happen. They tried to kill me so they could complete their advance. They must know that whatever happens today could be stopped if I help… or something along those lines. I just need to know what is happening Jericho!"
"Calm down!" he held up his hands as he stood up quickly and walked over to her. "I know you're scared about all of this, but so am I. Do you think I want you to die?... That's why I can't let you think that you will die. I won't let it happen to you, alright?"
"… You promise?" she asked with uncertainty in her voice.
"I promise," he smiled, "that whatever happens today I won't let you die. Now get going. We have souls we have to collect today."
"Alright," Sophie sighed, giving him a quick parting kiss on the lips before walking out of the room and closing the door behind her.
Jericho sighed and sat back down, working on more paperwork till someone else walked in. "You called sir?" the man asked as he walked in.
"Yes Mr. Sandor," Jericho said as he handed him a folder of forms. "Go to Mrs. Obki and give her these forms. This is restricted so don't look under punishment of death. Now go," he huffed, letting the man leave the room and leaving Jericho thinking to himself as the clock on his desk tolled eight.
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"… Lewis could you go do something else instead of stare at me all day?" Sophie grumbled under her breath again at the shinigami's presence next to her desk.
"Hey! Alex and Jericho told me to watch you intently. So I'm watching you, intently," he smirked.
"Then look at me from over there or something!" she growled and pointed to a corner several cubical away. "Your starting is giving me a headache. I need to concentrate right now and the sooner I get this paperwork done the better."
"Okay sorry!" Lewis held his hands up in defense, "Only following orders!... Hey why do I have to watch you anyways?"
"I don't know," she shrugged. "Ask them, not me –"
"Sophia Serbus I need to talk to you privately," said someone from behind them, Sophie turning around to see Fiona, "about a matter concerning these… recent events."
"Got it," Sophie sighed, leaving Lewis at her desk and walking to a vacant room.
Fiona locked the door behind her, flipping on a switch and sitting down in a chair. Sophie followed her and grabbed a chair, sitting across from her as Fiona let out a tired sigh. "What… what is going on here?" She sighed with frustration, "I get a folder from Jericho about his daily reports and… what is this about you on the soul list?"
"Okay let me explain," Sophie grumbled as she tipped her hat up to look Fiona squarely in the eyes. "I know about this Earthborn shinigami Fiona. What I don't know is who he is and why he is manipulating other beings. I am always confronted by assassins that say I will die, but this time was different. You know that feeling in the pit of your stomach that something bad will happen? Well I feel it Fiona… it's like there's a dark cloud over me that's telling me that the time of rapture in near. Do you know why I feel this way?... or an I just some pawn for your enjoyment?"
Fiona could only sigh, running a hand through her dark brunette hair. "Serbus… you are a God of Death. As such this is to be expected correct? There… there is something that will happen today. How I know this, well I was told this morning. I was told to keep every shinigami here before noon under penalty of treason. This punishment sounds harsh, but if this group is going to come in… Sophia you will be in danger if you leave this realm. Whatever is happening, the council wants to keep everyone trapped inside. You see how your supervisor was being hesitant and everyone is on their toes?... It's because of this. There is a past we want to keep away from Sophia, but your father kept prying at the dark and trying to expose its evil to the world. Now this evil is back for vengeance and you're next. If you go out there then… then I can't be sure that your name can be taken off of the soul list," she sighed.
Sophie frowned, slowly nodding as she listened to Fiona's speech. "I know there is a past no one wants to tell their children about and educate, but I need to know. I need to know what will happen to me… I need to be there to stop this from happening… whatever this is. You can keep the facility safe, but I have to go help as the God of Death I am. Now if you'll excuse me," she sighed, standing up and heading for the door.
"Sophia… don't do this," Fiona told her. "Fine," she huffed standing up, "You want to know why? There is a creature they are summoning from the depths of hell to come and devour us. You Sophie… it wants to devour you. That's why your name is on the list."
Sophie paused, her hand on the doorknob as she thought. "… I cannot turn back now. I can only run forward… even if it means I die. I'm sorry Fiona, but this is something I have to go and do. Please don't hate me for this."
"Just like your father," Fiona chuckled lightly before her face turned stern and she patted Sophie on the shoulder. "Be safe," Fiona told her.
Sophie smiled and nodded, opening the door and letting Fiona walk out first. Fiona quickly left, the two of them speaking nothing to each other as one walked up the stairs and the other wandered back to her cubical. "So what was that all about?" Lewis asked.
Sophie only sighed, writing again on a piece of paper and ignoring his question. "… Go give Jericho this message," she said and handed him a letter.
Lewis paused, unable to read the ancient writing and scratched his head. "Alright… are you sure you'll be okay?"
"Yeah," Sophie nodded, "now shoo!" she huffed, getting Lewis to leave her desk and walk up the stairs. Then she looked at her clock, watching as the time ticked by and her demise coming closer and closer by every passing second.
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"Do you know what's going on?" Ronald asked Sophie as she sat at her desk since everyone else was gathered around other desks talking among themselves.
"Do you think I would be there if I knew?" Grell huffed. "Anyways, did you see that new girl in accounting! What an outfit!"
"Mr. Sutcliff," Ronald laughed, "yes I did and she was at my apartment the other day."
"Ronald!" Grell yelped, the rest of the shinigamis laughing at his comment.
Sophie only sat at her desk with a monotone look on her face, staring blankly as the time ticked by on her pocket watch. Geeze. She was going to make sure that her death is a secret next time. Knowing the time of your own death was very infuriating and boring. Just then her head lifted, hearing a scratch at one of the windows. With none of the shinigamis noticing her absence, she walked over to the window and opened it. "Noco!" she gasped, grabbing him as he stumbled to the ground and panted. "You poor thing…" she frowned, noticing the blood and long gashes on his body. Sophie quickly grabbed the piece of paper and read it, frowning at the news. "Noco, I know this is difficult for you but go give this note to Jericho instead," she told him. Noco only laid there till Sophie tied the note back on his leg, taking off as fast as he could up the stairs with blood trailing on the floor.
Grell was the only one that noticed this disturbance, watching as Sophie wiped the blood on her pants and calmly walked down the stairs. Then William came out of his office, noticing the cluster of shinigamis talking among themselves. Grell raised an eyebrow as William looked around the room, not bothered by the fact that no one was doing their work for the day. "Where's Mrs. Serbus?" he said and lifted his glasses higher on his nose.
"Probably using the bathroom boss!" Ronald laughed, resuming his conversation.
That's when Eric also noticed that something was amiss; seeing that Sophie had left her coat on her chair but had ran down the stairs. "Sir why do we need to stay here all day?" Eric asked William, "Because won't souls need to be taken every day of every minute of every second?"
"My supervisor told me that it's unimportant right now," William told Eric, his eyes still looking around the room for Sophie. "Mr. Sutcliff go and find Mrs. Serbus," he ordered.
"Why Will~iam?" Grell grinned, sitting up and jumping off of the table he was sitting on.
"That's none of your business," he huffed and fidgeted with his glasses again.
Grell knew that look, William was as equally worried about Sophie as he was. "Alright," he shrugged, deciding to follow in the direction Sophie fled. "Be back love~" he giggled, hustling down the stairs just as a group of shinigamis came running down the stairs from the higher levels.
"Just what is going on here?" Ronald huffed, jumping to his feet as he watched the shinigamis running down the stairs.
"… I don't know, but I'm worried," Alan said. "Should we go investigate Eric? –"
"If one of you leaves without an order then you will be terminated from our division," William told them, their eyes widening as he went back for his office. "It is not an order from me, but from the supervisors. What is going on is none of our concern… back to work."
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"Serbus!" someone called from high up in the sky.
Sophie looking up as she walked out the doors to see an angel flying down and coughing up blood. Turner!" she gasped and ran to his aid. "What's going on?"
"Harold Zerachiel Hariel told me to come and find you," he coughed as he tried to stand back up, but could only manage to kneel on one knee. "Jamal… Jamal –" Turner coughed again and held his hand to his chest as his body almost fell back to the ground.
"Hush now," Sophie said quietly, not bothered by the blood being spewed onto her clothes and face as she held him upright. "What about Jamal?"
"Jamal Kafziel Janiel is running amuck Serbus," he coughed, "and the troops we were worried about are now killing souls. We need your help –"
"Now there," she said as she patted him on the back, "Thank you."
Then she stood up, putting her sights on London and an eerie red, orange, and purple glow coming from the city. She sighed; knowing that is was time and began to walk towards the city. "If you leave this realm then you will be punished," said a voice from behind.
Sophie kept her back turned, her eyes on the city as it burned. "I don't care about the consequences," she turned to him glaring her crystal blue, shinigami green, and bright yellow eyes at him, "because my vow as a servant of darkness and a God of Death comes first. Besides~ it's my job as a Director of Paranormal Operations in the British Isles to investigate any abnormal activities, right~ Mr. Lorelei?" she grinned at him. Without listening to his response she turned around and walked towards the city, her shinigami clothes turning into a white robe with a black cloak shielding her piercing, angry eyes.
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Sophie walked past a group of injured beings, making her way to the warfront that was decimating the area. To the eyes of humans they would see nothing, but to anyone else among them they were running for their lives and trying to get away from the monsters. Sophie walked past them as they ran behind her for safely; making sure her sword was secure around her waist before letting out a huff. She looked around, trying to find the source of the chaos and confusion. Then she paused, hearing a crackling angel hovering in front of her. "Finally come for the party Serbus?" he laughed.
"Jamal, or should I say Janiel? I should have known you were behind this," she growled at him, gripping the handle of her sword and narrowing her glowing eyes at him.
"I am only a mere pawn in this game!" he laughed, "and so are you! You are a pawn too! To think a sniveling being of death and destruction is considered a pawn in this game. You don't even deserve the high status you're given!"
"That's what you think," she responded simply as she pulled out her sword and stood up straight. "Even if I am a pawn I will continue to go forward. Even if I bring death I will continue to bring life. Even if I bring destruction I will continue to bring resurrection… you hear me!"
"Hah!" he laughed, "Like your father. I guess the two of you are two peas in a pod."
"Don't refer me to that man," Sophie snarled. "I am different than him in more ways than one. I am my own person, and unlike a pawn I don't take orders lightly… not like you obviously. Working for that Earthborn man~"
"Enough with the insults," Jamal huffed. "Now it's time to take you down." Then he grinned demonically, snapping his fingers as the fighting around them stopped and both sides looked over at the sound. Sophie paused, looking around waiting for something to happen. Then the earth began to rumble, Jamal laughing as the earth began to split open below him and a hoard of tentacles ripped out of the earth. "Did I tell you that I made a contract! This little bad boy for my soul. Isn't he a beaut?"
Sophie narrowed her eyes, readying her sword as a bright light came forth from the creature's eyes. "Leviathan," she growled, "you are not taking me back."
"Oh is that so?" they heard from the creature, a deep chuckle escaping deep in its throat as he rose up to strike her. "That's what you say Death, but I am here to bring you back to the Hell."
"Never," she growled again, her voice much deeper then it usually is. There was a deep anger hidden deep in her eyes that was being produced by the yellow haze in her eyes, her body creating the black haze as her sword began to glow. "I'm never going back to the underworld, you hear me?" Then she let out a battle cry and brought up her sword, jumping at the larger creature and slashing at it. Tentacles fell to the ground and the Leviathan screeched in pain, but it kept going and continued to strike her. Jamal laughed, flying away from the madness. "Jamal!" she yelled, the tentacles taking her by surprise and gripping around her shoulders. She was thrown several miles away, her body rolling on the ground and her sword flying away from her. Sophie gasped; trying to get back to her senses and ran for her sword before the Leviathan could strike her again.
"Watch out!" she heard a voice, Sophie looking at the sound instead of at the Leviathan as it grabbed her again and flung her in the opposite direction of her weapon.
A groan escaped her lips as she summoned her black haze from her hands. The haze blinded the creature, which gave her enough time to pull out a bow and arrows and shoot the Leviathan multiple times in the eyes. She jumped up and yelled, giving a swift kick in the Leviathan in the face and causing it to fall back into the hole it had created in the earth. Sophie pulled out her long black scythe and slashed at its tentacles with one long swoop, the Leviathan falling back into the underworld and crying out in pain. She looked back to the sound, noticing that the voice was Harold and he was being held captive by his own men. "Harold!" she called to him, suddenly letting out staggered coughs and noticing the deep cut in her arm.
"Give up Serbus," Jamal said as he flew in the sky, "you can't win."
"Even if I die I won't give up!" she growled back, gripping her scythe tightly as she looked up at him.
"Then you better keep watch over the hole in the ground. I can always summon the Leviathan back," he laughed, flying away from her. The rumbling came back and the tentacles flew back up, grabbing hold of Sophie's leg and tried to drag her towards him. Sophie yelled and used her black haze to rip apart the tentacles, sending the Leviathan back into the hole. She let out a tired pant and looked towards the rip in the ground, noticing that demons were either falling in or being thrown in by their own kind. "Oh now, look at that," Jamal chuckled, "what pitiful beings."
Sophie glared at him, but suddenly noticed someone she knew about to be thrown in. "Hey!" she yelled, running as fast as she could to the hole and pushed the demons aside with her scythe. "You stay back or I'll kill you!" she hissed, the yellow almost completely taking over the blue and green colors in her eyes.
"Serbus?" the child gasped, yelping as he gripped the edge of the ground and tried to get out of the hole he was being cast into. "Help me!"
"Paul hang on!" Sophie called to him, using the blade of her scythe as an anchor and began to trudge down to where he was hanging. "Grab my hand little Raimondas."
He tried grabbing for her hand, but was too far in. Sophie growled, trying to figure out what to do. "Either you save the boy or kill me!" Jamal chuckled.
"Go to hell you sniveling maggot!" Sophie yelled at him, getting a growl out of Jamal as she ruined his fun. She inched closer, almost close enough to grab hold of the boy.
Paul kept reaching for her, his tiny hands unable to reach hers. Suddenly Sophie's face went pale and he quickly noticed, looking at her confused and he gulped. "S-serbus –"
"Shit!" Sophie yelled, seeing the tentacles come back out of the depths of hell and the Leviathan reaching up for Paul. Paul began to scream as he tried to get out, a tentacle wrapping around his leg. Then her scythe lost its hold on the dirt and she fell in, grabbing hold of the small boy as he began to cry. She brought him to her chest, pushing his head into her chest and refusing to let him see the creature below them. "It's okay," she said calmly as she brushed one hand through his hair. "I'll get you out of here…" She gripped her scythe tightly and let out a battle cry, striking the Leviathan as they disappeared into the darkness below.
The earth then closed up around the hole, Harold stopping his struggle as he looked at the spot where Sophie disappeared. "N-no…" he gasped stunned, then narrowing his eyes and looking up at Jamal. "You bastard! You outright bastard! You don't deserve to be an angel –"
Harold gasped as the restraint around his neck tightening while Jamal swooped down and pulled him up by the collar, pushing the beings that held him down to the side. "You clipped bird," Jamal chuckled lowly as he picked him up from the ground by his neck and kept an iron grip on him. "You poor defenseless little birdie. What should I do next to you, wring your little neck till your head pops off?"
"You psychopath! You monster!" Harold spat in his face, gasping for air and grabbing hold of Jamal's arm as the air was being ringed from his neck.
"You sorry excuse for a guardian angel," Jamal narrowed his eyes and used all his strength to strangle the other angel. Harold continued to claw and try to get himself free, but it was no use. He resorted to going limp in Jamal's hand, a small tear falling down his face as he noticed his bloody wings behind his back. Jamal chuckled loudly at the way the angel was giving up, deciding to finish off his misery for him. Then a hole in the earth was formed and black smog flamed from its depths, causing Jamal to let go of Harold. Harold tried to flap his bloody white wings, but they were too distorted for him to fly off of the ground. He closed his eyes and condemned himself to his fate, falling into the gaping mouth of hell. Suddenly he was startled and his eyes shot open, looking over and noticing a bloody hand had pushed back on his body and brought him up into the sky. Harold turned to see Sophie holding onto Paul tightly, who was refusing to look out into the sunlight. Harold was thrown away from the fighting, falling into a grouping of trees and feel to the ground with several more cuts and bruises. He looked up and gasped, watching as Sophie swung her death scythe at the whole in the ground and sealed the underworld yet again. Then she swooped down and landed on her feet, stumbling slightly as she did.
That's when Paul opened his eyes and looked at his savior, who was having a hard time keeping a firm hold on him. Her face was cut up and she had deep ringed wounds along her raw arms, legs, and back. Her black cloak had been torn at the ends and her white garment was covered in blood, mostly her own but some of it was the Leviathan's. Sophie set him down gently and wiped the blood from her face, a deep cut along her cheek as she wiped the blood away from her eyes. "Y-you leave this place Paul…" she said quietly, stumbling slightly as she tried to turn around.
"Sophia wait –"
"That's a direct order!" she growled at him, her yellow eyes showing from behind her crimson stained black hood and wet bloody auburn hair. "You do not go against my orders you tainted soul!"
"Y-yes!" Paul yelped, stumbling backwards confused and running away as fast as he could.
Sophie then rubbed her head in confusion, those words not her own but something else from the pit of her stomach was using her own body to communicate. She rubbed her eyes and coughed up blood, the yellow in her eyes receding slightly to show her crystal blue and shinigami green eyes. She looked up, glaring at Jamal who seemed to be shivering slightly. "The only fallen angel is you!" she growled at him, black haze quickly trailing up from the ground and grabbing up to the heavens for him. "You pitiful blackened soul!"
Her black wings opened up behind her and Sophie flew up in the air, swinging back her scythe and slashing at him. Jamal let out a screech as she cut into his chest, a gash of blood flying into her face. "You demon!" he yelled at her as she tried to push him into the black haze that was closing in behind him. "You devourer!" Then his voice changed and he began to laugh deeply, "You pitiful excuse of an angel! A pawn. We are all~ pawns here!" he laughed, but was quickly silenced as Sophie wrapped a hand around his neck.
"No, you are the pawn; a pitiful excuse of an angel and demon, a disgusting pile of dung. You don't deserve to live," she narrowed her eyes at him and strangled him, pulling back her scythe to strike him. "This is for trying to kill Harold!" she cried out, her scythe embedding itself into his back as he spat out blood in her face and his breath left his body. Then she let him go, his body falling to the ground and landing with a 'thump'. The bickering then stopped and the battle quickly ceased, seeing their leader had fallen by the hands of the God of Death. They scattered away, both disappearing and running as the black haze streamed throughout the land to grab hold of them.
Sophie gasped and looked down at her chest, seeing a fresh stab wound imbedded where her heart was. She cringed at the sudden pain, her scythe dropping to the ground as her wings gave out when she tried to fly off. She glided down to the ground and coughed in pain, almost falling off of a cliff that led into the Thames River. She looked up and groaned, looking over at the body of Jamal as it lay lifeless on the ground. "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust," she sighed, closing her eyes for a few moments and collecting herself, "Jamal Kafziel Janiel is condemned to destruction by consumption." She looked up and noticed Ahelie, who had jumped out of a hiding spot to devour Jamal. The panther looked up at her and smiled, soon soaking its mouth in the fresh meat.
Sophie sat on her knees in pain, gasping as her chest continued to bleed. Her body was still trying to fight off the pain as she tried to stand back up, her feet quickly collapsing underneath her as she stumbled back to the ground. Eventually she stopped trying to get up, converting to lying on the ground and watching as Ahelie finished her meal. The crystal blue and shinigami green in her eyes quickly took over the yellow that was trying to surpass her, a relieved sigh escaping Sophie's lips. She looked up and smiled, noticing Jericho as he finally made his way here with a bunch of shinigamis. "Always late," she chuckled quietly to herself, still clutching to her waist as the pain encompassed her body.
Then her eyes widened as she heard Big Ben ring in the distance. The earth began to crumble under the weight of her body and Ahelie turning around and yelled as the others turned and noticed Sophie's body falling to the water. "Sophia!" Jericho yelled, dropping any sense of sanity and running for the cliff. Sophie only looked up as she fell and noticed Jericho as he leaned over the side and was about to fall in, a smile gracing her face as she fell into the deep river.
"Mr. Shezmu wait!" a shinigami called to him and grabbed his hand, the other shinigamis stopping him before he fell into the water.
"Let me go!" he growled at them, being pulled back before he could jump. "Let me go!"
"We will get her in a moment," one of them said calmly, "but right now we need to rationally think th –"
"That's all you talk about!" Jericho hissed at them, pushing the man aside and rubbing his head. "Oh gods," he said quietly, noticing a stream of bubbles where she had fallen forming into a growing gyre. He looked around for anything or anyone to help, but he didn't know what to do. Jericho jumped into the water and tried to swim down, only having to swim away from the whirlpool as it continued to grow.
"Did I miss the party?" came a voice from the cliff, Jericho looking up to see Chloe standing and waving down at him.
"Mrs. Chloe!" he gasped. "You need to help me! Sophie fell into the water!"
"Right," she nodded, summoning a long three-pronged fork made of iron colored in dark blues and black. The trident glowed and the waters began to move, Jericho unable to stay still and moved with the current. Then a large minke whale appeared beside Jericho and he jumped aboard as it road him down into the river. "Good luck!" she waved and giggled, watching as Jericho's head disappeared into the murky waters.
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Sophie gasped in pain as her body refused to obey her as she sank into the sea. She eventually lost her air as tentacles wrapped around her body, pulling her deeper and deeper into the water. She looked down and coughed up blood, seeing the Leviathan as a bright eye stared up at her. Soon she stopped struggling, her breath almost gone as her body continued to bleed in the water. Then she closed her eyes, accepting the fate that she was going to die.
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A/N: Okay NOW I know you guys hate me *holds up large school book over my face as I get pummeled by rocks* This is where I'll end the story now, with a cliffhanger (DUM DUM DUMMM!) Does Sophie get out? Does she die? Harold is a guardian angel? Wha? XD Well I'll leave you guys to comment me now. I probably won't post up another chapter this weekend. I want to get to writing the next chapter I was thinking about all day ^^