Soul watched Maka stand and come to him. Her once white dress was now a deep gray and her skin was deathly pale. Soul smiled. He thought she looked beautiful.
He opened his arms wide in hug. "I knew you-" Whatever else he was going to say was lost. Soul stared at Maka then at his stomach. A small pool of blood was rapidly growing, spreading across his suit. He looked back at Maka and nearly paled at what he saw. Those big green eyes he loved so much were replaced by dark lifeless orbs. A dark blooded scythe hung in place of her arm.
Soul watched as she looked to the Demon. He stood smiling at Maka, nodding his head with approval.
"Well done." Maka didn't respond. She just stared back at Soul, her arm back to its original form, Soul's blood dripping from her fingers. The Demon stood over Soul's fading body. "I believe if you leave this room, you may not die inside your own head, Master Evens."
Soul growled to hide his fear then scrambled to the door leaving pools of blood in his path. Maka looked to the Demon her face expressionless. She simply stared at him for a single moment before following the blood trail to the door and out of Soul's head.
Soul's eyes popped open. He crawled away from Maka's cold body his breathing hard. Instictivly he put a hand over his belly. With despair he pulled away a bloodied hand.
Maka began to stir. She sat up and looked to Soul. He was bedraggled and covered in black blood with a small pool forming around him. Sweat gleamed off his face. His red eyes were wild with fear, anger and, pain. Expressionless, she turned to Wes. Sure enough his soul was nowhere to be found. Maka stood.
She suddenly spoke but the words were to quietly said.
Soul turned from his blood to Maka. "What?!"
"Were you sound?"
Soul stared confused. "What?!"
Maka turned her head to Soul. She slowly turned her entire body to Soul as she walked over to him. Soul watched her come closer but didn't dare move from his spot for fear of spilling even more blood. Maka stood over Soul her body calm but the light of sorrow and rage burned in her eyes bringing the green back to her eyes. "A sound soul resides within a sound body and a sound mind. You ate a sound soul so were you sound?"
"What the hell are you saying?!" Soul groaned doubling over as his vision flickered. He lifted his eyes and the last thing he saw was the Maka and a blade hanging from her arm.
A flash of light and a swish of wind ended the young Kishin of Ire as blood poured from his neck. His chaotic soul floated above his lifeless body.
Studying the chaotic form, Maka took the soul in her hands.
"A chaotic soul resides within-"
"A chaotic mind and a chaotic body"
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