~Threat to the Balance~
There can be no life without Order. Good-Evil, Darkness-Light, there must be balance in the universe. Such is the decree of the Charred Council, ancient entities charged by the Creator himself to preserve the very fabric of existence. The Council was drawn to the conflict between the armies of Heaven and Hell, who waged an endless war. In time, both of the great armies came to honor the Council and it's laws, for they knew that if they were to oppose the Council's will, none would survive against the swift and terrible justice of their enforcers: The fearsome Horseman of the Apocalypse known as War, Fury, Strife and Death.
But who are the Four Horsemen who loyally serve the Council? To know those names, another must be known first. Nephilim, a cursed union of Angel and Demon. The Nephilim put countless realms to the sword and burned them to ash, but four amongst them grew weary of the slaughter, and feared their conquest would imperil the Balance. And so a truce was made: The Four would serve the Council in exchange for unimaginable power. Thus were the dreaded Horsemen formed. And the riders' first task was to purge their own brethren from Creation, to annihilate the Nephilim and destroy their souls.
That battle was won eons ago. With the Nephilim purged from Creation, a third kingdom was now forged on a planet called Earth, a Kingdom of Man. The Council foretold that these weak, but cunning creatures would someday be integral to the Balance. And thus by the order of the Council, a truce was forged between Heaven and Hell. The great pact was bound by Seven Seals to be broken at the appointed time, when Man's kingdom stood ready for the Endwar. A battle that would bring balance, and determine the ultimate fate of the three kingdoms.
However, in recent years, plots and schemes were forming to break the truce between Heaven and Hell. Most of the time, it was the dregs of the Second Kingdom who tried to do so, but even the Angels of the First Kingdom were not so innocent, for several in the White City wanted to start a war against the demons and they too suffered the Council's wrath. But now that the Council knows from one of their Watchers that unknown powers infiltrated into the world of Man, the Council decided to take action, and this time be more subtle in their approach than usual, an extreme rarity in their line of work. And so they called for the Four Horsemen, but only one was required to listen to what the Council has to say, at least this time. That listener was usually the leader of the Four. The pale rider known by many names across Creation: Kinslayer, Executioner, just to name a few. But there is one that is most feared of all the names, one that he chose for himself…
"Death!" The middle head roared. "What excuse do you have this time to take so long to answer our summons?!"
"We were slaughtering the savages that invaded the Makers from planet Xetora. By your orders, if I recall." Death pointed out in his usual grim, sardonic tone.
"Be that as it may, our summons are not to be delayed for a moment, pale rider!" The third, narrow head threatened.
Death shrugged and ignored its threats. During their eons of service, the Council tend to often threaten the horsemen for even the slightest sign of disobedience, especially Death, but the Four got used to it as they knew they were bluffing. For they are their enforcers after all, and killing them out of tantrum would be a grave mistake on their part.
"What would you have us do?" Death asked.
"You know of the law that binds the three kingdoms to the pact of the Seven Seals! Yet angels and demons alike defy the law at every turn, something you are already familiar with!" The middle head said.
"There have been reports of the two realms infiltrating the kingdom of Man, usurping its natural evolution and threatening the very destruction of humankind." The second, horned head said.
"And what do the horsemen have to do with it? We are not errand boys or assassins!" Death frowned angrily beneath his mask.
"Judgment will be enforced on the wicked rider! But for now you must be more subtle in your approach and discover the truth behind the veil of deception!" The third, narrow head said.
"Consult with your fellow horsemen. One will be enough for this mission. Do what you must to enforce our will Death!" The middle head said.
Death silently nodded before he turned around and departed, descending down the stairs.
"One more thing, pale rider." The second said, prompting Death to stop and raise his eyebrow beneath his mask curiously, his back still turned at the Council. "You are also aware that all passages to the Third Kingdom have been sealed or destroyed. You will have to be innovative in how you are going to reach the Earth, without bringing any attention on yourself."
"As always." Death groaned slightly to himself as he departed without looking back once, using the portal to reach the surface of the volcanic world that the Council reside.
After he left the cave leading to the portal at the heart of the world, he found War, Fury and Strife waiting for him.
"So, what orders did they bark out this time, brother?" Fury said in slightly annoyed tone.
"They gave us a stealth mission in the kingdom of Man." Death pointed out.
"Kingdom of Man?" War said as he raised his eyebrow curiously.
"What business would the Council have there?" Strife asked curiously as he was casually spinning his signature guns, Redemption and Mercy.
"The Angels and Demons somehow made their way on that planet undetected and are hiding among the humans. The Council said that only one of us will be enough for this task." Death stated.
"I will be the one to carry out their judgment. Allow me to travel to Earth." War insisted resolutely.
"War, have you forgotten what happened the last time you went to Earth? You wiped out an army of humans and you almost killed Fury." Strife pointed out.
"Yes, subtlety is not in your dictionary War." Fury frowned slightly as she was well aware of that day that nearly ended her life. If it wasn't for Death taking the blow of War's Chaoseater, that would have surely been the case.
"Bold words coming from someone who slaughtered an entire planet of demons for attempting to kill Rampage." War retorted in mild frustration at the apparent insult.
"As if you wouldn't have done the same if they tried to kill Ruin." Strife said bluntly, while Fury couldn't help but chuckle in amusement.
"At least i'm not pathetic as to let my rage on those hairless simians of all the species across Creation. They already slaughter each other in many ingenious ways, they don't need you to speed their extinction." Fury smirked a bit, while War only sneered slightly at his sister, which only added to her amusement.
"Enough bickering." Death said sternly before he glanced from Fury to War. "Given your history, you were never the subtle type. And your anger management issue may prove to be a liability for this task." He said coldly before he turned towards the other two horsemen. "Strife, Fury, decide which one of you will go to Earth. I have no intention of playing hide and seek with demons and angels." He said before he turned around and was about to depart.
"Is that task too much for you brother?" Fury teased.
"Yeah, I have an important mission waiting for me with the Bone Giants in the Dead Kingdom, those bastards are again going rampant. Plus they make for a good target practice." Strife said as he pointed Mercy in front of him.
"This is the order of the Council! They did not asked us to do this!" Death shouted angrily as he pointed at his fellow horsemen.
"That was also the order meant for you, Death." Fury smirked as she tilted her head in slightly playful manner before she turned her back on her brother. "Sorry, I have some stalker hunting to do on the jungle world of Hadrion." She said as she combed her wavy, dark-crimson hair.
"You do realize you will lead those stalkers to extinction if you keep it up? It would lead the world's denizens to planetary revolt." Death pointed out.
"You think so low of me, brother. I would do no such thing." Fury teased in sassy tone as she departed.
"Where do you think you're going?!" Death frowned angrily.
"Where do you think?" Fury shrugged as she continued to walk away.
"Sorry brother, I have a job waiting for me in the land of corpses. Take care." Strife said casually as he also departed, leaving Death with War, who did not look happy.
"Anger management issue, remember?" War said in sarcastic tone as he departed with Strife and Fury.
War just had to punch Death in the nerve with that one as he clenched his fists angrily, his body trembling as he let out a low, angry growl, his left eye twitching in frustration.
"If they weren't my kin…" Death said in low, angry growl, barely containing his anger at such a blunt dismissal from his siblings. "Bah! So be it, I will go!" He barked in frustration before he stomped his way in other direction. However, he inwardly swore that once this mission is over, he will have words with them about behaving like a trio of newborns. They're the Council's enforcers for Creator's sake, not children in constant need of whipping them in line because they feel disobedient.
"Death!" Strife suddenly called out.
Death turned to his right and quickly looked up at something falling in his direction. He instinctively grabbed the unknown item and saw that it was actually one of Strife's guns, Redemption.
"If you ever get tired of swinging those scythes of yours, give it a few rounds for me." Strife said casually.
"No need." Death said bluntly as he threw back Strife's gun, making the gunslinger catch it as soon as it was within reach. "Besides, I would hate to drag your corpse from the Dead Kingdom because you played games with a single gun." He said before he departed afterwards, making Strife chuckle a little.
"Suit yourself." Strife shrugged in amusement as he departed and sheathed Redemption. Despite his dry and sardonic quips, Death cared about his fellow horsemen, though he would never openly admit it as he was well known for his cold and merciless personality. He is Death after all, there's no room for fuzzy emotions for someone like the Reaper.
So it turns out that Death had to take the stealth mission, albeit begrudgingly. Sometimes being the leader of the Four Horsemen and the most powerful rider mattered little when the three of them make unanimous decisions. But now he has to think on how to reach the Earth without drawing attention on himself. After he thought about several solutions, one was on his mind that might actually work, with a right price.
He traveled to the nearest trading planet of Ultherius, one of many planets across Creation where travelers across the universe come to bargain for various items, ranging from food, vehicle parts, clothes, from common trinkets to powerful artifacts and other commodities both common and uncommon alike. But it mattered little to Death as he knew that in planets like this, there was certain someone who he knew it would draw his attention, and this person was not really known to be standing around in the crowded places like this. After venturing deep into the jungle and slaughtering a few pestering predators that foolishly tried to chew on his body, he finally found a small cave deep in the jungle, with dangling runes from the ceiling and a circular glyph burned on the ground.
"You can come out now, Vulgrim." Death said strictly.
A few moments later, an all too familiar demon of greed emerged from the circular glyph and hovered above it. Vulgrim, a devious demon merchant of the damned. Death really doesn't like having to deal with demons, but Vulgrim proved useful in the past several times. Admittedly, for a demon, he always honors his end of the bargain, probably due to the fact that he is a merchant. And like any trader out there, pay him a significant fee and he will uphold his end of the deal. Another fact is that if Vulgrim is crazy enough to try and bamboozle Death of all people, the only payment he would receive is a scythe between his eyes. Something like that occurred more than once over the span of countless centuries, and fortunately Vulgrim is not as stupid as those insane souls that no doubt fuel Death's weapon right now.
"Greetings horseman, and welcome. I've been expecting you." Vulgrim said.
"I have neither time nor desire for pleasantries. I need to use your Serpent Holes to reach the Kingdom of Man." Death said strictly.
"And why would you think I would venture there? As far as I know, the Council forbids all the demons from setting foot on that planet." Vulgrim said, not even bothering to hide the truth.
"You can't fool me Vulgrim. You have these accursed runes placed across Creation. If it weren't for your expertise as a merchant, I would have destroyed each one I came across." Death said coldly.
"You wound me horseman with such harsh words." Vulgrim said in sarcastic and shrewd tone.
"You are not the only demon who disobeyed the Council and ventured to Earth. I have business there with the rest of your kin, which is why I need you to take me there. Do this, and i won't drag your corpse to the Council." Death said in a low, dead serious tone, but Vulgrim remained unfazed as he merely snickered slightly.
"As the humans would say, you caught me with my hand in the cookie jar. Very well rider, the Serpent Holes are yours… for a price." Vulgrim said as he gestured with his hand for payment for his services. Death didn't hesitate to do just that, having already gotten used to Vulgrim's silver tongue as he took the Boatman coin and flicked it at the demon, and Vulgrim caught it with a mischievous grin spread on his demonic face. He then gestured for Death to enter the Serpent Hole, to which he did.
After about a minute or so of traversing the dimensional path, Death and Vulgrim have arrived on Earth, emerging on the spot in the hill well hidden from human eyes, where they had a good view of the most of the city they saw in front of them.
"Where are we?" Death asked curiously.
"We have arrived on Earth, in an island state called Japan. And the city you see before you is called Kuoh Town. Quite a peaceful sight, don't you agree?" Vulgrim smirked.
"I doubt that." Death said bluntly before he departed towards the town.
"Not so fast horseman." Vulgrim said as he quickly hovered in front of Death. "You should know that humans have a phobia for supernatural. I doubt they would be glad to see you in all your glory." He said shrewdly, but the pale rider knew exactly where he's going with that statement.
"A disguise, is it?" Death sighed slightly. "Very well, show me what you have."
But Vulgrim just stood there and grinned at the pale rider. Death groaned slightly before he tossed a small pouch of gold at the merchant, which the demon gleefully caught. Satisfied, he conjured a human disguise and handed it over to Death, with the rider immediately assuming his disguise and Vulgrim conjuring a large mirror for him to see. In his disguise, he appeared as a well-built man, his skin complexion that of most humans in this world. His long black hair was the same like in his normal form, except for his face. Quite an ironic twist for his face to appear handsome, cleverly concealing his true, ice cold demeanor from the eyes of others. It's not the look that he will get used to anytime soon, but it will do as to not draw suspicion from the nearby populace. And apparently, this form came with a white hockey mask attacked to his left hip, similar to the executioner's mask in his normal form, so he has the option to put it on in his human form when the need for intimidation arises. His size was about the same like in his normal form, and for the earthling clothes, it consists of deep red T-shirt, brown gloves, dark blue sneakers and long dark blue sweatpants with white trim. As for the scythes, they shrunk to small scythe talismans in each pocket, ready to expand to their usual size in an instant.
"This disguise will do for now." Death said before he departed towards the city.
"Until next time." Vulgrim bowed before he retreated into the hidden crevice beneath the tree and disappeared into the glyph below.
"Dust, search this city. See if you can find any power that is not human." Death ordered. Dust squawked once before it flew towards the city.
"Now we will see why Vulgrim chose this particular town to set his shop." Death thought as he departed on foot.
Death walked across the city for about two hours, trying to find any unusual anomalies or suspicious activity of certain individuals. So far he found nothing, the people of this city were doing their daily routines: Going to work, playing with children, drinking beer... nothing strange from what he could see, they are behaving like most civilizations on planets he visited. He made his way on the roof of some of the buildings where he would have a better vantage point, but still nothing to be seen or heard. After about half an hour of ceaseless hunting, Dust squawked as he perched on Death's shoulder.
"You found anything?" Death asked curiously.
Dust squawked once in response before his eyes went green, along with Death's, meaning that the bird was telepathically transferring images of the school ground that he flew over, where he detected unusually high powers. The bird didn't know who specifically emanated with that power, but it was a good lead for Death to commence his search.
"Show me the way to this school." Death ordered.
Going all incognito, Death descended downstairs and followed Dust's lead, going through a dark alley which is apparently a shortcut to their destination. But the moment he started to go in that direction, he knew that trouble always stirred in these situations. Wouldn't be the first time if that happened.
And just as he had suspected, he heard a few cackles and laughters as he stood in the middle of wide area well hidden from nearby passengers, making Death huff through his nose expectantly.
"Here comes the welcome party." Death said to himself as about ten lowlife thugs surrounded Death.
"Well look who decided to take a shortcut." One of the thugs said maliciously.
"Man, they always fall for it." The other thug said.
"What's wrong, pretty boy? You look a little pale." Third thug mocked before he laughed.
"He probably shit his pants already." Fourth thug also mocked and then laughed with his comrade.
All their incessant laughters and taunts are really getting on Death's nerves, but it still amused him how they are so damn oblivious to his true identity, as are most of the humans in this world.
"Now now, settle down." A more commanding voice spoke as he was approaching Death.
The rider noticed that the man in question stood out by a margin from the group, he was bigger and more muscular from other lowlifes present. Apparently he must the leader of this pathetic gaggle.
"First we go with the routine, then with the beating." The leader smirked before he looked at Death. "Alright big boy, hand over everything you have and we might let you leave with a bruise or two." He chuckled as he cracked his knuckles in threatening manner, towering over the rider.
Naturally Death remained completely unfazed, if not feeling pity for this brainless fool. His bulky muscles and brutish behavior may work to intimidate the other humans on this planet, but are completely worthless against the bottom of the barrel creatures like scarabs and fleamags. In fact, these cowards would've undoubtedly run for their lives from a single scarab as if he was a massive, scarab hulk.
"You have until the count of five to let me pass, before I break every bone in your body." Death threatened coldly.
However, the thugs merely ooed mockingly in unison and then laughed at his threat, not taking it seriously at all.
"One."
"Really now? You look like you'll break your own bones instead small fry." The big thug said mockingly before he laughed, with one of the thugs near him giving him a high five at the childish jab.
"Two."
"You hear this guy? Man, he's in for a good beating." The other thug mocked.
"Three."
"Oh no, he's gonna do it, he's gonna do it!" A third thug faked out his fear, resulting in more laughter.
"Four."
"Alright alright alright, settle down, settle down." The big thug leader said as he waved his hands to reduce the noise, with the thugs around him indeed quieting down. Death stopped the count as he thought he was actually going to let him go.
"Alright listen, since you are the big bad tough guy around here, let me give you a deal: If you can knock me out with a single punch, then I'll let you go. If you don't, me and my boys will beat you so bad you wish you were in hell." The big thug said menacingly, at least by human standards, but Death couldn't help but chuckle in dark humor and amusement.
"I traveled to Hell many times over, seen every circle of that accursed realm. And it is wretches like you that are brought there as playthings for demons, you make for delicious chew toys for the Traumas." Death stated as a matter of factly, and he means not just humans, but other creatures as well.
Now the leader didn't bother to hide his anger by Death's insults, this time intent to beat him bloody.
"Man, the nerve on this guy. Prepare to meet death, bible boy!" The leader cracked his knuckles in much more threatening manner before he threw a right punch, aiming for the rider's face.
Death casually sidestepped and darted forward, delivering a crushing punch on the leader's face. Much to the shock of the entire group, the leader was sent flying and crashing hard onto a wall, wounded and unconscious.
"I advise that you attack me now." Death said coldly as he closed his eyes and lowered his head, while taking the white hockey mask from his left hip and putting it on. When he did, he raised his head and opened his eyes in dead serious manner. "For i will show you no mercy." He said coldly as he glanced at the ten thugs around him.
Seeing that the fight was indeed inevitable, the first thug shouted as he charged at Death, but the rider casually elbowed the first thug, beating the breath and consciousness out of him. He then kicked the second one in the face, also knocking him out. The third one charged at him with a knife, but he caught him and threw him like a ragdoll on the fourth one, sending both of them slamming on a large trash can. Death stood upright and glanced at the fifth, sixth and seventh thug glancing at each other. The three of them attacked in unison, but against the pale rider, it was useless as he grabbed the two thugs by the throat and headbutted the middle thug hard. Then he jumped above the middle thug and slammed the two thugs he had in his grip hard on the ground, creating a tiny crack on the concrete, knocking the breath and consciousness out of them as well. The last three thugs shook in utter horror as this man was far stronger than they have expected. Seeing that they are losing badly, they decided to escape, but Death has only just begun as he grabbed a chain from one of the unconscious thugs and swung at the feet of the fleeing thug, pulling him before he could escape. Then he used his Death Grip to grab the ninth one and pull him back, sending him flying in the air straight towards the rider. The thug screamed as he was about to hit Death right on, but the rider readied his fist and punched him hard as soon as he close, sending him flying again and landing right inside a trash can, immediately closing by itself. The eight thug tried to crawl his way due to his feet wrapped in chains, but Death stomped his head with just enough force to knock him out.
Then Death turned around as he found the tenth and final thug shaking uncontrollably like a leaf. Even though he pointed a gun at him, he was utterly horrified, scared shitless to do anything.
"Boo!" Death shouted, making the thug scream like a little girl as he dropped the gun and sprinted as fast as he could away from this monster of a man.
With that coward out of the way, he turned his attention back to the leader of these thugs as he slowly stomped his way to him. The thug was slowly regaining consciousness before glaring daggers at the man.
"Why you…" The thug growled angrily.
"Your first mistake was standing in my way. The second mistake…" Death said grimly before he was enveloped in purple, soul-like aura. "Is the belief that you will leave this place alive."
Then the thug's face was filled with unimaginable terror as Death assumed his Reaper Form, towering above him in all his unholy glory. Not hesitating for a moment, he grabbed the thug's small frame with his bony arm and threw him in the opposite direction, making him slam onto a wall away from anyone's sight. Having enough of toying with this weakling, Death conjured his massive blade Harvester and swung above his head, ready to kill the poor man and take his soul.
"No, no! NOOOOOO!" The big thug screamed at the top of his lungs like a little girl as Death swung his scythe downward.
Back outside the alley, four cops were eating donuts and drinking coffee without a care in the world, until a panicking thug ran towards them.
"Help, HEEELP!" The thug screamed, latching onto the officer's shirt for dear life. "M-m-m-m-monster! There's a monster in the alley!"
"Hey! You are one of those thugs who were giving us trouble in the past month!" The officer said sternly as he grabbed the thug's shirt before he pinned him on his patrol car. "Get him in the car." He ordered, prompting the nearby policeman to cuff him, but the thug didn't even bother to resist as he was too scared to do it.
"You two, with me." The officer said as he pointed at his two colleagues, pulled out his gun and ran towards the alley with them.
It was in this alley where poor passengers were often cornered by the criminals before they get completely robbed and beaten badly. They were a pain in the rear for the cops for a good while and they can't wait to finally close this case. But much to their surprise, the entire gang was knocked unconscious, with the exception of their leader, who was sitting in the corner and shaking like a leaf, almost as if he stared death in the face. Boy were they right in that moment.
"Please! Please help me! Take me to jail, put me in the electric chair, I don't care! Just take me to jail!" The leader cried like a baby as he latched on one of the policeman's legs for dear life.
"Get him out of here!" The officer shoved the thug aside as the other two policemen cuffed the leader and took him away.
After they made a good distance, the officer stood alone and looked at the devastation around him, as if a grand brawl took place recently. But if that was true, surely they would've seen a group of people marching here to face this gang, and would've definitely found members of other gang unconscious as well. But all of this seems like a doing of one man, which is inconceivable to think about as there are not that many people who can fight against an entire gang alone and win. Then he glanced back behind him in the direction where the leader was taken.
"Geez, what could have happened to make him so terrified? It's like he saw a monster from a horror movie or something." The officer said worryingly. And as if on cue, one of the two policemen came back.
"What are your orders sir?" The cop man asked.
"What do you think? Round up these criminals and put them in a car, I want this case to be finally closed." The officer said from the distance as Death casually made his way forward in the street away from the crime scene, cracking his neck left and right and sighing slightly in relaxation, his mask taken off and dangling on the left hip again.
"That was a good stress reliever." Death said before he glanced at his crow. "Now back to the mission at hand. Dust, lead the way!" He ordered, with the bird perching on his shoulder squawking once before he flew in the sky.
In truth, the moment he came to Earth, he was very frustrated that he was forced to take this task due to War, Fury and Strife casually pinning it on his back before leaving just to avoid their mission. It's not like he was thrilled to take this hide and seek mission himself. But after pummeling those thugs, it gave him the necessary stress reliever before he could fully concentrate on the mission given by the Charred Council. Now that he was relaxed, mostly, he now departed to this school that Dust showed him.
It was almost 3 PM before Death reached the gate leading to the school grounds from what looks like the academy of a sort.
"This is the place?" Death asked the crow, with Dust squawking once in confirmation. Then Death looked to his right at the square, ornamented letters fixed on the brick wall.
"Kuoh Town, Kuoh Academy… of course." Death mused to himself at the unoriginality of the academy's name.
Then the school bells rang and it wasn't long before the students left the building for a fifteen minute recess. Death didn't want to attract too much attention, so he decided to lean in the shade beneath one of the trees and overlook the situation.
"Hmm, most of the students here are females, while the males are few in number. Strange, I guess recent events allowed the males to commune in this academy as well." Death thought curiously.
He doesn't care in the slightest that beautiful girls surround him and even some of the girls giggling at him as they were passing by. The only thing he was focusing on is discovering even the slightest sign of fear of discovery on one of the few people who were eyeing on him. But much to his annoyance, he found mostly resentment, probably out of common jealousy. Admiration, backed up with comical shapes of hearts in their eyes, mostly from the girls who drooled at his handsome face, making Death smirk in amusement as he closed his eyes. Mostly at the fact that if he were to show his real self, then screams of terror would surely follow, something that he approves more than being genuinely liked, which is a foreign feeling for a being like himself. But when the girls started to scream girlishly, Death clearly made a mistake as he already made a fanclub of girls.
"If this keeps up, I'll have Dust peck both of my eyes out." Death thought in utter annoyance. Almost as if Dust read his mind, the crow cawed once. "You wish I was serious." He said to the crow, but Dust merely clacked his beak once, almost like a tease attempt to peck his eye out. Dust is lucky that Death is nonchalant with his companion, for if it was any other avian that wasn't linked with the pale rider, Death would already flay the bird and animate it's skeleton for laughs.
"Look, it's Rias!" One of the girls said excitedly.
"Oh my god, its Akeno!" The other girl said.
"Damn man, look at that hot body!" One of the male students said.
"Now what?" Death said to himself as he tried to find the source of all the commotion.
When he looked to the left, he found two beautiful girls. One with the flowing crimson red hair and the other girl has black hair tied in long ponytail, making the rider raise his eyebrow curiously. These two apparently stood above the rest in this academy, both in looks and in reputation, judging by the reaction of the other students. While the two girls were passing by near him, the crimson haired girl looked at him with sky blue eyes and gave him a gentle smirk that oozed with grace and maturity. After those few moments of eye contact, she looked away and continued walking with her friend to the school building.
"Suspicious." Death murmured to himself as he frowned seriously. Those two girls were too beautiful. Judging by their charming faces, busty chests and curvaceous bodies, he could only deduce that they were succubi. Only they could cause so much admiration and lust around them, even in disguise.
"So Rias and Akeno? I'm going to have to keep an eye on you two." Death thought grimly before he departed from the school grounds.
Not so bad for the first day of investigation, he already found two suspects among the demon horde. Angels are yet to be found, but it would seem that yet again he will have to start rooting out the demons first. They were always too obvious for their own good.
A/N: Yeah i know i know, i can already hear people yelling. "Why is there no War story?! He's a badass too, why doesn't he get the story already?!" I know, i know, i was really really thinking about making War the main character of this story, since he really is a badass in his own right. But when i read the novel when War slaughtered a human army and almost killed Fury, that was when i opted for Death instead, since War is not the low profile type, despite being the most honorable of the four. I know nearly every story is revolved around Death, but let's just see how this story will go :)
As for Death's wargear: Executioner's boots and gloves (yellow bone version), purple Nomad's shroud and Sorcerer robes (yellow bone version with purple cloth). His scythe appearance is the Soul Reaper scythe. I know there are a lot cooler designs of other scythes, but this one fits the wargear that he is wearing really nicely. There are other scythes that came to mind, like level 1 scythe, Chaos Fang etc, but Soul Reaper scythe is my pick.
Hope you like how this story started, see ya in the next chapter :)
