Soul stood still. His breathing, silent and slow, was almost nonexistent. His mind was reeling and his heart, his heart was shattered.
Soul's thought: Why…why is she holding him like that? Why is she holding him like she used to hold me?
For a moment all he could was stare as she held Wes in her arms. As she held him in a way that she used to hold him. As she held him in a position that Soul considered to be more interment than any other.
A single tear slowly rolled down Soul's cheek but he did not wipe it away
Soul's thoughts: You're the love of my life! Not his! I spent my every waking moment thinking about you! Why are you doing this? WHY?!
"Because she does not love you..."
Soul's eyes widened a bit as another tear escaped his eye.
"You took too long to end him now even after death, she still cradles his body. This girl…this whore that you loved, that you tried to keep fell away to another. Let her go….."
A single and final tear slowly rolled down Soul's cheek. His mind began to darken and his shattered heart numbed into hatred.
"Let me take help you and let the true madness within take control…"
Soul grinned, his white shark like teeth gleaming. Wisps of darkness began to surround his body as he began to take on his true madness form.
As the Little Demon spoke to Soul, he had to mentally control himself so as to giggle and laugh. His hands bled from his nails as they pierced his palms as he squeezed them in tight balls. Oh the joy he was feeling! Finally he could be let loose from his imprisonment inside Soul. His first attempt to take over the boy had failed when Maka had freed Soul. Soul had given the Little Demon permission to let him in control of the black blood when he had been fighting the Madness of Fear, Kishin Asura.
"That was my chance!" he said speaking to himself now. "But that little girl just had to get in the way. She saw past my decoy and went to him." The demon grumbled. "In the end he ate me!" The demon grimaced at the memory as he went into the hidden room where he had kept Soul imprisoned. The Little Demon suddenly sighed gently saying, "I should be grateful of the second Madness of Fear, the young kishin prince, Crona Gorgon." He gently rubbed over the small box. It was here that he had planned to keep Soul's "sanity" until he simply faded away leaving only Soul's madness to become his puppet. "Thanks to him, he was able to convince Soul to…pass…me" he shuddered, "and now I am free again"
The demon suddenly giggled as he used his nail to unlock the box. At first small wisps of a darkness floated out of the box. As the wisps continued to flow out, they grew into bunches until great dark clouds of the darkness streamed from the box. The clouds, after soon filing the small room, moved on to the larger piano room. The clouds quickly smothered the room, covering everything in sight.
Yet as soon as they came, they left. Where the darkness had touched, the room had changed. The tall candles within the tall black candle holders now emitted a small red light. The red and black tiles were now smaller and multiplied to be rearranged into intricate swirl and diamond designs. The piano, which was once a lustrous black, now shone in its deep blood-red color.
Beyond the room the Little Demon changed as well. He grew to be tall and lanky with his arms hanging low below his waist. His horns grew to stretch down to the nape of his neck. His white mask which used to contrast with his blood red skin and black double breasted suit, now black matched his darkened suit and deepened skin tone. His black nails, as well as his pointed teeth, grew in size and in sharpness.
The "Little" Demon left the tiny room and laughed and giggled as he looked about the new Black Room. "This is WONDEROUS! I knew the power of Dark Madness but I never imaged it could do this! The Demon continued to laugh and giggle with excitement as he looked around. With excited breaths the demon soon began to calm down.
He then slowly and shakily lifted his hand. Taking a big breath, the demon then flicked his wrist. With the simple movement the thick deep red curtains that hung around the room quickly fell and moved back. The demon watched as they zoomed on an invisible rod until they all piled into a thin group. All except one curtain however. The demon gazed at this curtain – a dark velvet black curtain that hid a small dressing room – with a suspicious eye. He flicked his wrist once again yet it did not move. He repeated the action, yet nothing happened still. Frustrated the demon began to walk toward the curtain when of its own accord it slowly peeled up the ends of it tied together with shiny black ribbons by invisible hands.
The demon's eyes widened with surprise as a figure emerged from the room. He wore a form fitting dark grey suit decorated with thin red stripes. The shirt was half covered by a long double blood red tailed coat with dull gold buttons that flowed behind him. His eyes, pointed and angular like a cat, had red slits. His hair, white and spikey yet had long uneven bangs hung down around his eyes some pieces just touching his lashes. On his face he wore a small lopsided grin that showed off his white shark-like teeth.
The demon grinned showing off his long sharp teeth. He crossed a hand over his chest and bowed.
"Welcome Madness of Ire, Kishin Prince, Soul 'Eater' Evens"