Maka walked through the door following the demon into darkness again. She let her mind reel with the Demon last words, "So you can stop his destruction into the true madness that created him".

When a dim light appeared, Maka followed the Demon into a dark room lit with red lights from wall lamps. The Demon suddenly stopped and bowed deeply with one hand crossed over his chest and the other extended to the room. "Welcome to the Dark Room, Soul of Purity, Maka Alburn"

"Yes welcome Maka-chan"

Maka took a step back surprised by Soul's sudden appearance but quickly recovered herself. "You look different"

Soul chuckled quietly. "I'm sure that's because of the Black Blood" Maka mentally recoiled from the dark hiss in his voice though he sounded genuinely bemused.

Walking farther into the room, Maka noticed the same dark wisps that surrounded Soul now began to swirl around her feet. Before she could question the dark swirls, Soul called out to her again. He beckoned for her to come with small smooth movements of his hand. Maka looked to the Demon but the elusive pest was gone. He now stood beside Soul – butler style of course with the usual creepy grin. Maka slowly walked over to Soul, keeping as much self-control as could to keep from trembling, and stopped a few feet from him. Soul gestured for her to sit but Maka stood her ground. Soul sighed. She looked him straight in his cat-like slit eyes.

"What do you want?" it was more of a demand than question

Soul shook his head and smiled. Maka almost melted from the way his white hair flowed. She used to love that soft spikey hair and would always try to touch it though Soul never did – while he was awake anyway. Maka had to mentally slap herself to bring herself from the past and focus on the Soul in front of her. The one that mercilessly killed her his brother, Wes. The one that had fallen into madness. The one that let it control him.

Maka instantly forgot all over her swooning feelings and stood a little straighter. She asked her question again with more force. "What the hell do you want?"

She thought she saw Soul deflate a little but assumed it only to be a trick of her eye, because what she saw was Soul's eyes narrowed and his hands balled into fists. "No need to be rude" he hissed. "I simply summoned you here to save your life"

Maka looked to the Demon surprised waiting for an explanation but his expression had not changed. In fact he smile had widened. Ignoring him Maka looked back at Soul. He had calmed down though there was still some rigidness in his body. "What do you mean, save my life?"

Soul smiled sadly and said, "As you know I am still a new kishin and– " Maka shivered from the anger that started to boil in her blood. "And you're ok with that?!" Soul cocked his head clearly confused. "Why shouldn't I be?"

Maka threw up her hands in grunting in stunned anger. She stabbed her finger in Soul's chest. "It was a kishin that almost killed us and our friends! Don't you remember? That thing batted us around like we were toys! On top of that he killed Lord Death!"

"I remember" Soul said still not getting the point.

"So how could you possibly be ok with being one of those monsters," Maka growled bringing her face closer to Soul.

"Simple, I want revenge" Maka backed away from the calm coldness in Soul's voice. She knew he was serious and it chilled her to the bone. "I'm sick and it's because of the lies you told and the secrets you kept. You told me you loved me then went behind my back and went with Wes and Black*Star. Everyone probably knew about since that loudmouth can't keep his mouth shut and never once said a word to me. I want them all to feel my anger, my ire. As a young kishin, I've only eaten one soul and I need more."

"You should never leave a soul alone" the Demon giggled. Soul nodded smiling himself. "Too bad his soul tasted like complete shit"

Maka shook her head. She didn't want to believe them. Wes's soul was right where she left it, floating carelessly over Wes's cold body. "Y-y-you didn't…no…you did not eat his soul..." Tears plopped onto Maka's hand where she had covered her mouth.

Soul nodded solemnly. "Real happy to say I did." He rolled his eyes. The Demon laughed louder. Suddenly Soul cleared his throat and the Demon stopped laughing. "Anyways I need more souls."

Using every ounce of strength she had Maka stood firm. Tears still freely rolled down her cheeks and she let them. "What's that got to do with do with me?!" she yelled.

The Demon looked at the wisps at her feet. They had risen to Maka's calves without her notice. He smiled a cruel inward smile.

"As I said, I need more souls but for some reason, my feelings for you have not changed." He said steeping forward, the coldness in his voice subdued. "I'm going to steal the souls from this city except I can't do that with you in the way"

Maka backed away from Soul until she could feel the sold wall on her fingertips. She knew she just backed herself into a corner with two psychotic killers yet she didn't care about all she wanted to know was, "What have you done?"

This time the Demon stepped forward and spoke. "Master Evens has simply filled your body with Black Blood." He spoke as if what he said shouldn't be taken with concern but instead just taken as another piece of information. "Your pure soul, your Grigori Soul, has kept your body from accepting me before but now," the Demon smile grew cruel, "how can you become protected when you have tainted your own soul?"

Soul's lips curved up in small smile while the Demon laughed his wicked laugh. Maka just stared in horror. She knew they were laughing but she couldn't hear it right. The sound was muffled and distorted. Her vision had tunneled. The wisps at her calves rose with each moment of her despair. Where their darkness touched her dress, the white clouded until it was a deathly gray while it turned her skin an unhealthy shade of pale.

Maka's legs felt like water and she crumbled to her knees. Her gaze never left the sight in front of her. The Soul she had known; the one that saved her, the one that helped her, the one that risked his life for her, the one she had grown to love, destroyed her. He used her tainted soul and took advantage of it.

The wisps grew higher.

The despair she felt was gone now. They grew even higher.

The only thing Maka felt now was anger and a betrayal that hurt more than anything the kishin had done to her. The wisps were at her chest now.

Maka's vision came back though her narrowed eyes stayed trained on Soul. Her fists clenched tightly as she stood. She looked to the Demon. His laughed had subsided and he was standing calmly, his mouth moving though there was no sound. That was okay with Maka. She didn't hear what he said, she knew what had to be done and for some reason she felt good about it.

"Kill him"