Kuroshitsuji © Yana Toboso
OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls
Jennifer © danceydancetime
A/N: Well time for another chapter!... That's really all I have to say ^^' Enjoy!
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"Hey Undertaker –" Sophie paused, a smirk coming to her face as she observed Undertaker and little Alistair working on a body together.
"Aw~ little maiden," Undertaker grinned, lifting his head up and skipping over to her. "Do you plan on sleeping here tonight?"
"Sadly no," Sophie shrugged, "but I wanted to stop by and see how you were doing. Alistair are you okay?" she looked over at the little boy peering into the coffin.
"Да Тетушка," Alistair mumbled while he kept his gaze in the coffin. "Дa."
"He's not causing you problems, is he?" Sophie asked with an eyebrow raised.
"Not at all little maiden," he giggled as he swung her body back and forth. "It's nice to have a living~ guest around to talk to again. How's the office?"
"Tiresome," Sophie sighed, "Demons and more demons. Troublesome angels and a bunch of human souls I had to collect. Same old stuff really."
He smiled and ran a finger through her hair, grinning widely as she cracked a smile. "Don't overexert," he chuckled, "I can tell you're getting tired."
"Well~ the only~~ way I'm able to sleep is when I tire myself out," she grinned. "Plus it keeps my mind off of my pains."
"Pains?" Undertaker questioned her, Alistair looking up from his work as he tried to hear their conversation better.
"Chest pains," she explained, "and the everyday pains of cuts and bruises. It's nothing to worry about. I know why it hurts all the time and I've only adapted."
"That's not good," he sighed, running his hand over her chest and pressing down on the scar he knew was still there under her clothes. "A better reason to be careful –"
"If I'm careful all day then nothing will happen," she huffed. "Besides~" she smiled as her hand trailed on his chest and she began to move her finger in a circle on his coat, "it's not exciting~ if I take it easy. Where's the fun in that?"
Undertaker shook his head and chuckled, gently pressing his lips on her forehead before letting go of her body. "Just be careful for me. I want you in one piece~, okay?"
"Alright," Sophie chuckled, letting go of him and walking to the door. "I'm going back to the office now. Alistair, your mother wants you home by four."
"Okay," Alistair nodded to her, looking up as she left the door and closed it behind her. "Chest pains? Is Тетушка alright?"
"She is," Undertaker sighed, "but it doesn't mean she should stop being careful. Now back to our little guest~" he giggled as he skipped back over to the coffin and began to sew her limbs together.
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"Mrs. League right?" Sophie asked as she directed her voice to a woman shinigami sitting in her cubical looking behind her back at the mention of her name.
"Yes I – D-dark Rider?" Jenny gulped when she noticed the woman standing behind her. The other shinigamis around her looked over at the mention of the Sophie's stage name, their eyes widening as they stared at Sophie in awe or with dismay. "What are you doing here?"
"Don't worry you're not in trouble," Sophie chuckled lightly to her, "but I was walking and noticed you are working in this building. So another woman in Dispatch? Do you like it here?"
"Yes very," Jenny smiled as she turned around in her chair to look back at the papers on her desk, "but I'm busy right now and I don't want to be disturbed –"
"Alright fine," Sophie chuckled, "but one last question, did you come from a different division?"
"American division," she told her. "I was originally at the American branch, but they asked me to transfer here a few years ago. That's all."
"Great," she smirked. "Keep up the good work. I hope we can get better acquainted later, but for now I'll leave you to your work. You seem busy after all." Sophie smiled to her, turning around and walking down the stairs. Jenny looked over and blushed lightly, quickly turning her gaze back on her work and hoping no one saw her face at that very moment.
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"This is weird," Jericho huffed as he walked from his office and looked out the window.
"Hey Jericho what are you doing?" Alex chuckled when he lifted his head up to see Jericho passing by his office and opening up a nearby window.
"I don't know…" he answered, looking out the window. "… Don't you feel a demon's presence coming here or is it just me?"
"Demon?" Alex quickly became alert and walked out of his office, looking out the window with Jericho and squinting his eyes trying to get a better view. "I don't see anything –"
"What's with you two?" they heard a huff from behind, Sophie crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at them with a faint smirk on her face.
"You don't feel it?" Jericho looked over at Sophie and moved out of her way as she shoved them from the window and peered out.
"What?" Sophie looked around, but only seeing the sky and forest with London in the distance.
Alex huffed at being shoved away; trying to lean out the window as Sophie tried to figure out what Jericho was talking about. "Demon," Jericho explained, "a few leagues away from our boundaries. Don't you sense him?"
"Well…" Sophie chuckled nervously, calming down and thinking to herself for a few moments. "Oh," she smirked, suddenly sensing the new presence. "He's not a demon. God of Death," Sophie told them. "And…" she chuckled as she pushed her body off of the railing and turned around, "I know why he's here. I'll handle it."
"… Sophie what did you do?" Jericho sighed and shook his head.
"Yeah," Alex huffed, "did you kill his relatives or something –"
"Hell no," Sophie glared before letting out a hearty chuckle and wiping a tear from her eye. "He's just mad at me because I took a few of his souls~. Don't worry about it. I'll handle this."
"I'm coming with you –"
"Come with me and you'll be dead in a matter of seconds," Sophie huffed at Jericho. "This is between god et god. If you want to help then play lookout for me here and keep the council busy," She sighed as she began to walk down the hallway, "I don't want them sticking their nose into my business." Then she walked down the stairs and vanished, Jericho and Alex shaking their head and turning their attention back out the window.
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"Shemal," Sophie smiled sweetly as she held her long black death scythe over her shoulder and walked to the edge of the shinigami realm, "Why are you~ here?"
"You know perfectly well, you animi fraudator," Sheldon growled at her behind barred teeth. "No better than a daemon," he spat at the ground next to him, causing the ground where he spat to melt and turn into a solid black tar substance.
"I am no more a demon as I am an angel," Sophie chuckled, "and if you don't explain to me what I did we can't fix this, can we~?"
"You took my souls!" he step forward, suddenly stumbling back in shock as he felt his body burning. "What was that!" he hissed in pain as he clutched his arm.
"It's my barrier," Sophie explained, touching the invisible wall with her fingertips, "and since I don't trust you, you're not getting in," She finished with a huff in her voice as she slammed her scythe into the ground. "You should have been quicker," she sighed, "because it looked to me that you were going to leave those souls behind. Furthermore, some of those demon souls shouldn't be demons, but angels. Perhaps not even that, but certainly they didn't have to go back to hell –"
"What is it to you?" he growled. "I told you, Serbus, my job is to send demon souls back to hell. If you can't let me do my job then –"
"It seems to me boy that you weren't doing your job properly," she huffed back as she moved a piece of her bangs from her eyes. "My job is to give and take life. Thus, it doesn't matter to me if the soul is human and otherwise; as long as the job gets done then it can be done by a demon –"
"You shinigmais," Sheldon snarled at her. "What? I'm not good enough for you because I'm a special breed of demon! –"
"Hang on what are you talking about –"
"I'm a god of Death like yourself," he said with a tired tone, "but yet I don't get the same respect. It's like I woke up one day and decided I wanted to play judge. It happened because I was born to do this."
"... I understand," she huffed, "but I don't care if you're an archangel or an archdemon. What I care about is the passing of souls and sending souls that never made a contract back to hell won't suffice. I read their records; they lived good lives. It's a case of mistaken identities –"
"That doesn't matter!" he growled. "You took the souls away! I can't forgive you for that –"
"Only doing my job Shemal," she snarled back, "and if you don't like it then go complain to someone else about it –"
She glared as Sheldon held up his hand at her, "I-I'll do it," he growled and shivered, "I'll do it!"
"You release your powers at me Beelzebub and I won't be able to hold back," she huffed. "But~" she said calmly, staring him down and causing him to shudder, "You can live another day if you go report my actions instead of taking it into your own hands. Wouldn't it be easier anyways~?"
Sheldon narrowed his eyes, but slowly put his hand into his pocket and continued to snarl at her. "Wait till I tell my master hears about this," he hissed, "You'll be tried and prosecuted for this!" He let out a huff and turned around, dissolving into black insects and disappearing into the ground. Sophie continued to frown and turned around, swinging her scythe over her shoulder and walking back to the white buildings.
She trudged through the building speechless, keeping her gaze on the ground and her hat concealing her eyes as she thought. Her feet walked automatically as she trudged up the stairs, passing by the level E and eventually making her way to the level N. "Hey Sophie... did something happen –"
"Alex don't talk to me right now," Sophie huffed as she went into her office and gathered her things. "I... I think I have to go for a little while –"
"Sophie what the hell happened?" Jericho growled as he roughly grabbed her shoulders and stopped her. "What do you mean you need to leave? What's going on?"
"... Sheldon Beelzebub Shemal showed up," she glared at him, pushing his arms off of her and turning for her office door. "He... I don't know what happened, but he accused me of stealing souls and I've accused him of not doing his job properly. Well he's probably going to go to Beelzebub, who will go to Satan and then... I don't know," she shrugged, "but all I know is if they come back for me I don't want you guys to get into trouble because of my selfish actions –"
"Those actions aren't selfish Sophie," Jericho sighed, "and if they come for you then I demand to go with you too. What souls are you being accused of taking anyways?"
"Demon souls," she huffed, "but I took them because they were bright red/purple/blue, whatever! They were bright Jericho! They souls weren't supposed to be in hell. They weren't contracted to hell either. You know, a child born in the darkness? Not selling their souls, but born out of evil to be used by evil. I just... I felt... oh god." She let out a tired sigh, looking down to her shoes in shame and trying to avoid eye contact. "Let me be clear. They... they were calling on the Almighty to save them and for some reason I felt obligated to do so and... That's what happened. I didn't think I would get into trouble." She looked over to Alex and then back at Jericho, her blue and green eyes filled with worry as she shook her head and looked back to the ground. "Even if they destroy me, I will make sure I am not proven wrong. What I did... I believe it was the right thing. If they use this against me then let them, but I won't be told that I need to change my actions," she huffed as she clutched her hands to her side. "I was born for one job and one job only. How I interpret it is how I will live out my oath as a God of Death. If the divine don't like it then they can destroy me, but they won't take away my identity and who I am away from me... So I think I should go for a while –"
"Wonderful speech," Alex chuckled with his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the doorframe, "but you're not going anywhere."
"Sophie..." Jericho said with caution as he grabbed Sophie's shoulders and pulled her close to his chest, "Don't act this way. We are your friends, right? As your friends we want to take care of you, and as your boyfriend I want you to let me help you."He nuzzled his face into her neck, holding her close as he breathed down her neck. "If you expect me to man up, then you have to meet me halfway and let me help," he whispered into her ear, "I won't let you leave without a good reason. Come on Sophie. Stay~~"
Alex raised an eyebrow, noticing that Sophie's shoulders were shivering and she was gritting her teeth tightly. "Sophia?" he frowned, the door closing behind him as he walked into the room. He gently rubbed her shoulders in a desperate attempt to calm her down. "Sophie come talk to us. We're your friends after all," he frowned.
The two men looked down at the shorter woman, hearing quiet sniffling as her hands shivered tightly against her side. "I-I..." she sniffled, Jericho feeling the hot tears falling on his arms. "I-I'm..." Sophie looked up at Alex, her crystal blue eyes looking into his green eyes as tears rolled down her cheeks. "Wh-y? Why are you helping m-me? A m-misfit like m-e? Wh-cy?" she answered quietly, quickly putting her head back down as she tried to wipe away her tears.
That's when Alex couldn't take it, grabbing Sophie's waist and pulling her body into his chest. Jericho stood there as he watched as Alex pet her hair, letting her cry into his chest as he cooed to her softly. "Sophia..." he said in a soft whisper, "does someone need a reason to help?" Alex looked up at Jericho and smiled at him, chuckling lightly as he tried to keep Sophie calm. "I love you Sophia. You know that. You know how I love you, how you're one of my greatest friends in the entire world. You brought my wife and me together. You help raise my two beautiful children. There is no reason why I shouldn't help you; heck, there's more reason why I should then shouldn't! So don't cry... please," he continued to rub her head and began to rock her back and forth gently, Sophie's whining slowly turning into nothing but a faint whimper. Then Alex looked back at Jericho with another smile, reaching out his hand for him to come over. Jericho complied and gripped Sophie's waist protectively, Alex spinning Sophie around to face Jericho and letting go of her waist. "Now it's my turn to let you fall in love," he chuckled to himself. "You know Shezmu, this is one of those obstacles in the road that will either break or mend your relationship and show your worth. Take care of her."
Jericho shifted his head and smirked at Alex, rubbing Sophie's back and holding her head close to his chest. "I know Engjëll," he sighed, "I know –"
They paused, watching as Sophie lifted up her head and looked up at Jericho, her crystal blue eyes shining brightly at him. "T-thank you," she sniffled, "b-both of you… Yo-ur g-great friends… god I'm weak," she mumbled to herself.
"No you're not," Jericho chuckled lightly as he set Sophie's head back on his chest. "You're a strong and able-bodied woman. Now I think you'll be fine, but I want to keep an eye on you." He shifted in his pocket and took out a small bottle, placing it in Sophie's hands as he gripped them tightly. "This is my own blend of perfume. You can put a small amount on once a day. If you do this then I will always know where you are, even if you end up running far away again. I want to make sure you're safe Sophie… please use this."
Sophie looked down at the bottle and sniffled, looking at the bright red glass and the liquid it contained. She shook the bottle, mesmerized as the oil swirled around in the bottle. "T-thank you," she sniffled lightly, popping the top open and sniffling the perfume. It had an odd scent, a very unique scent that Sophie had never smelled except on Jericho. She squirted a little on her neck, letting the perfume disappear before she closed the bottle and put it away in her messenger bag.
Jericho smiled and wiped her tears with his thumb, making sure she wasn't thinking of running away again. "No thank you," he chuckled. "Now… will you be okay?"
"…No," she sighed, looking down at the ground and pressing her body into his. "I'm worried."
"Alex," Jericho looked over at him, "How about you take care of Sophie's jobs for the rest of the day?"
"Sure can do," Alex saluted, opening the door and about to leave. "Oh yeah," he stopped, "if you try any funny business I'll be after you like the hounds of hell."
"Alright," Jericho chuckled. "I get it." Alex nodded and closed the door behind him, leaving the two shinigamis hugging each other tightly and praying that she was worrying over nothing.
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"… Now Sophie is worried about being killed," Alex sighed, "and I don't know what will happen."
"Alex," Rose smiled as she placed a hand on Alex's hand and caused him to stop writing. "We can only wish for the best," she chuckled, "but I know that Sophie will only make it worse. It's in her nature to do that."
"Yeah I know," Alex chuckled, "but… but if she's lost then… hmmmm… it's like in America. You know how hard I tried to make her well. It's that extra soul of hers. It's driving her insane –"
"Yes it is, but without that soul she wouldn't be the God of Death she is now, would she?" Rose smiled. Then she patted his back, chuckling before letting out a sigh, "Don't worry. By now Sophie has settled down and all is well in the world –"
"Sophia M. I. Serbus, go to RM T11 immediately," they heard over the intercom.
"Oh shit," Alex sighed, "Fiona must know now. Should we go help her?"
"… I don't know Alex," Rose frowned. "I don't know how the department operates here."Alex sighed and looked at his papers, picking up a pen and continuing on with his work.
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"Sophia," Fiona huffed roughly as the woman dressed in black with her cowboy hat pulled over her eyes walked into the room and stood in front of her desk. "A messenger came by about an incident that came up involving you and another God of Death," Fiona explained roughly as she stood up and walked towards Sophie. "You took away another god's work. Not only that, but you stole the souls they were supposed to evaluate. As a shinigami you are not supposed to collect souls other than human –"
"If you'll let me interrupt," Sophie said loud enough for Fiona to hear. "I am not a shinigami. My first job is to be a God of Death and my second is being a shinigami, mortician, and etcetera. The demon was going to leave those souls behind. I took the souls by instinct and instinct alone, since they would have been devoured if I left them there to rot and become ghosts. I am a Serbus, servant of darkness and God of Death. I was doing what I felt was right." Then she paused, looking at the bright red tint of color in Fiona's cheeks before she continued. "But I am here ready for my fate. If I die then I die. If I am destroyed then I am destroyed. I do not want to cause harm to everyone because of my insolence. This is my fault and I know this. If the council wants me dead for my actions or hell wants me to burn so be it. I am ready for the verdict," Sophie finished calmly, taking in a deep breath once she was done.
"… You're too much like your father," Fiona growled at her, "or perhaps not enough." She walked around to her desk, picking up a small scroll and handing it to Sophie. "A degree was sent forth that Michael the archangel will be coming down from heaven to condemn you. Why this is an angel and not a demon I don't know," Fiona sighed with frustration in her voice, "but I wanted you to know. I think it is best that you go out and meet him yourself. I know the angel. He's very short tempered."
Sophie nodded, opening the scroll and reading its contents before closing it and handing it back to Fiona. "Michael will be bringing forth my verdict?" she answered. "… At least it's not Satan I suppose."
"Of course," Fiona chuckled. "As your father had told me, you would be imprisoned in Hell if he were to show up." Sophie sighed, adjusting her hat but keeping her gaze on the floor. Then their heads shot up, the two of them feeling an unnerving presence approaching. "You best be going," Fiona told her.
"Okay," Sophie nodded, turning around and preparing to leave.
"Wait," Fiona called to her, Sophie whipping her head around and looking back at her. "Be careful – You've been crying?" she suddenly realized, seeing the stains of red puffy bumps on her face.
"Yes," Sophie nodded, "and I will be as careful as I can." That's when Sophie left, leaving Fiona frowning as she decided to go and watch the situation unfold.
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"Where is that sorry excuse of a demon that calls itself Death?" Michael growled as he looked around, landing on the ground and beginning to walk up to the shinigami realm. "Swine where are yo –"
"Right here," Sophie answered, her arms crossed over her chest as she walked over to greet him. "I am unarmed," she held up her hand, "and I am ready for your decision."
"Oh you are?" Michael chuckled, before turning around and slapping Sophie in the cheek. "You vile creature," he growled at her, "ever since you have been here on earth you have caused nothing but trouble. You think I'm happy playing babysitter for you. Huh? Huh?"
"I may be a vile," Sophie slowly moved her head back up tall and proud as she looked him square in the eyes, "but there is more than one soul in here. What am I exactly? I don't even know. Fallen angel? Rising demon? Human? What exactly am I archangel?"
"Nothing but nonsense to me," he growled, coughing as he opened up a scroll and began to read her his verdict. "Sophia Maurus Ioreta Serbus, daughter of the God of Death, Centurion Maurus Serbus, and the partly angelic and deceased human, Baroness Ellen Ioreta, paterfamilias of the Serbus household, and servant of darkness and God of Death," Michael grumbled a little under his breath before continuing, "you have broken the conduct of your contract by reaping souls that you had no business in taking and in an attempt to take another God of Death's job, Sheldon Beelzebub Shemal, who is in charge of sending the souls of daemons back to the underworld. Furthermore, since you are not contracted to another being then you have the right to defend yourself. How do you plead?"
"I plead not guilty," Sophie began sternly. "My job as a servant of darkness and a God of Death is to do what is necessary to condemn a soul rightfully and truthfully in the way I see fit. That means humans, demons, angels, and the anything and everyone that has a soul attached to its body. I am not abusing my powers for evil and unnecessary terms archangel. I do what is necessary to save a pure soul from damnation, even if it means I put myself in harm's way and it will lead to my eternal demise. I will give or take away the breath of life, until the day I perish from this world. If you deem my methods unethical then all you have to do is destroy me. This is how I see the oath I made to the world and how I will continue to see my oath till I die. I am not omnipotent. I do not know my fate. I discarded my knowledge and power when I left Hell eons ago. If you see my existence to be unfit then fine, destroy me. Burn me. Kill me. I will not back down and let you or anyone else here tell me what to do. I put my role as a puppet away once I was set free from Hell."
"This is your defense?" Michael sighed, the scroll rolling up with the flick of his wrist and he put it away. Then he punched her in the other cheek, Sophie looking down with a vacant look in her crystal blue and shinigami green eyes. He shoved her to the ground roughly, pulling out his sword from the side of his armor and pressing it up to her neck. "You disgust me," he hissed at her, "that we have to put up with beings like you. Don't you even know what you're fighting for? No. You're right. Because you lost your knowledge and powers then you are indeed clouded by narrow-minded human eyes."
"I find humans to be the best species to be in this world," Sophie looked at him, the yellow in her eyes swirling around and looking up at him with a blank state. "Freedom Michael. We have freedom. That's what angels and daemons don't have is the freedom to choose the path they take. I don't have to play puppet. I can disobey and go down a different path. This is why I'm here archangel. I am here because I wanted to leave the deepest places in Hell so I can become human and make my own path." Then her eyes slowly turned back to blue and green, Sophie having to look away from him as he pushed up his sword and revealed her neck to him more. "Kill me, destroy me, or punish me. I do not care."
"You do not fear Death?" Michael said sternly at her, "even though you are human."
"No," Sophie responded in a calm voice. "You die and you are finally at peace. No more thoughts, no more concerns, no more temptations of this world. No matter what type of being you are, you are always trying to defeat Death. Death comes and then you are finished. Once he has come you don't have to worry anymore…" Then she closed her eyes, lying motionlessly on the ground waiting for the sword to pierce her neck.
Michael glared at her, noticing her contently close her eyes and sat there waiting for him to kill her. Well that's not how this was going to play out, since death and destruction won't teach this human the lesson she needs to learn. He drew his sword up and placed it back into his holster, Sophie still clutching her eyes closed and waiting to finally die. "Stand Serbus," he growled as she opened her eyes and stood up. "You amaze me," he said calmly. "Your predecessor never accepted death and your successors may never strive to the bravery and courage you demonstrate. That being said," he huffed, stepping closer to her and leering over her face, "you still need to be punished." Sophie stared at him with confusion in her eyes as he began to circle around her like a predator does before they kills its prey. "You are a human. I will give you that," he huffed again, "but as a human, and since this is how the other soul in your body set its powers together, I will give you a difficult task that no one of your family has had to endure."
He swiftly grabbed Sophie's left hand, her eyes going wide with shock as he began to squeeze her hand and caused her black leather glove to squeak slightly. "The soul inside of you gives you the potential to be powerful, but yet your family locks it away and only uses a small percentage of its power. As a Son of Light and the Viceroy of Heaven, I will release the soul from its bounds and let it take over you. If you can survive this Sophia Marius Ioreta Serbus, then you will be free to go back to the life you have been living." Michael let out a tired sigh, closing his eyes and concentrating on the hand he had in a bone-crushing vice grip. "O spiritus, inclusi corporis humani, liberari terminos tuos in manus Omnipotentis. Absolvo vos meis verbis spiritus, malos deos extinctor aemulertur nobis. Spes erit ad spiritum humanum uteris manu sinistra tua signum notari. O spiritus, propitius spiritus caelum et infernum, est quia illa antecessoris absolvo vos posuerit fines tuam animam." Then he threw her to the ground, his hand intensely burning as he released the spirit trapped inside of Sophie.
Sophie yelped at pain flowed through her body, her head feeling as if it was on fire and her tongue as dry as the desert. She coughed, feeling an ache burning in her chest. She laid there for a few moments, collecting herself as she tried to figure out what he had done and slowly opened her eyes again. Then she gasped, looking around in horror at the things she was seeing. She began to sneak away, shuddering and shivering as she began to yell. "What is that? Why am I seeing them again!" she screamed, Michael watching her as she shifted away from him in a random direction. "W-wait," she paused, "they can't hurt me. It's only a dream..." Sophie staggered to her feet, gripping her left hand tightly and glaring at him. "You... what did you do?..."
"I only released the spirit trapped inside of you," he shrugged casually, "and if you can control it then I've underestimated you and your family." Michael turned around, glaring at her before turning his head and began to walk away. "I will give you a couple of weeks to understand this creature until I release the Leviathan on you. If you don't have the powers under control by then, then the creature will eat you instead. Understood?"
"... Yes. Understood," Sophie nodded. "Now if you're done... uhhhmm... you can go."
"Good luck," he waved to her, vanishing in a flash of light and blinking her eyes. Sophie groaned, her head spinning as if she had been binge drinking all day. Deciding it was time to go back and explain herself, she gripped her left arm tightly and made her way back to the shinigami realm, wondering why her hand still felt as if it was on fire.
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"So… how are you?" Alex asked as he peek his head into Sophie's office.
She had her hat off to the side, her coat still draped over her body. She gave him a groan as a reply, her head set on top of her desk as she felt pain streaming throughout her whole body. "Do you think I would be okay if –" she flinched as her beating heart struck another cord, "if I'm still here in this bland office?"
"Maybe you should go to the infirmary –"
"Don't tell me what to do Jericho! – Damn it!" she hissed as her arm felt as if it was on fire again. Sophie let out soft pants, trying to calm her body down by closing her eyes tightly and coughing into her hand. "I'm fine damn it. I can handle this –"
"I can see clearly that you can't –"
"Bugger off the both of you!" she snarled, letting out a whimper as she felt another sting through her body. "They can't help me anywa – ways, so there's no point."
Jericho walked into the office, closing the door behind him as he did. "S-sophie don't tell me they brainwashed you," Rose shuddered as she walked into the room before Jericho completely closed the door on her.
"No," Sophie huffed, lifting up her head. "Just he –" She paused, staring into the room blankly as her crystal blue, shinigami green, and yellow colors in her eyes swirled around intently. The three of them paused, looking at each other with worry as Sophie's face turned from a tired state to a terrified state of mind. "W-what –" she gasped, holding out her hand in front of her body and her other hand on her neck. "I'm sorry damn it! I don't –" she coughed, her body feeling an unnerving sensation of being strangled alive.
"Sophie!" Jericho ran to her, grabbing hold of her shoulders roughly and began to shake her. "Snap out of it! Snap out of it!"
"Agh! No let go!" Sophie began to scream, kicking at him as she pulled out a small pocket knife from her clothes and slashed it at him. "Get back you! Stay back animus, stay back!" she yelled, falling out of her chair and stumbling to her feet, holding her knife in front of her and slashing it around the room. She pushed herself into a tight corner, holding her knife defensively in her hands as she began to whimper in fear. "I-I'm sorry," she began to sniffle, "but I d-on't recall doing that –" Then she let out a terrified shriek, unable to back away anymore as she began to slash her knife around. "Let go of me! Let go! Don't eat me!" she cried, falling down to her knees as if someone was slamming her into the ground and tried to fend them off with her hands. "No! No! No… no…"
The three shinigamis in the room didn't know what to do, but Rose knelt down and picked up the knife before Sophie could grab for it again. "Alex here's your knife," she said roughly, the two of them keeping their distance as Jericho walked over to Sophie and knelt down.
"Sophia," Jericho said, looking at her with a frown on his face, "what are you daydreaming now –" He paused, feeling a dark aura coming from her left hand. He grabbed her left hand and pulled it closer to him, pulling off the glove as swiftly as he could before Sophie could claw at him. She began to yell and scream at him, her black glove slipping off of her hand and falling back to the ground.
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A/N: God look at this. I wrote a bunch of mushy stuff . Oh geeze XD And woh a cliffhanger?... Heh, anyways here's the next turning point in the story. I hope you guys enjoy this ^^ and the stuff at the beginning… well I didn't know what to write so I just wrote random things down. That's all =3
animi fraudator – Latin – soul stealer
Michael – Anglicized form of Greek Michaēl, meaning "who is like God?" or literally "El's likeness." In the Old Testament bible, this is the name of many characters, including the prince of Angels, the first archangel who was closest to God and became the guardian angel of Israel. In the New Testament, he leads the angelic host against the Apocalyptic Dragon. The Dead Sea Scrolls contain a story entitled "The War of the Sons of Light and the Sons of Darkness," in which Michael is described as the "viceroy of heaven," a title said to once belong to Satan. His name was the war-cry of the angels when he led them in battle against their chief antagonist, Samael.
O spiritus, inclusi corporis humani, liberari terminos tuos in manus Omnipotentis. Absolvo vos meis verbis spiritus, malos deos extinctor aemulertur nobis. Spes erit ad spiritum humanum uteris manu sinistra tua signum notari. O spiritus, propitius spiritus caelum et infernum, est quia illa antecessoris absolvo vos posuerit fines tuam animam – Latin – Oh spirit, trapped inside the human body, be released from thy bounds by the hand of the Almighty. With my words I release you spirit, destroyer of evil gods whom rivals the one and only. The human spirit you are using as refuge will be branded with a seal upon thy left hand. Oh spirit, gracious spirit from heaven and hell, I release you from the bounds this woman's ancestor has put upon your soul