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Soul Eater: Death's List

Moscow, Russia

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a part of Soul Eater: Death's List, by Calyx_Mason.

The Locatin of the Emblem of Darkness

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The Locatin of the Emblem of Darkness

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Moscow, Russia is a part of Soul Eater: Death's List.


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~Jorma Yole

It took quite a while for Jorma and Baltor to reach Moscow, they walked part of the way, stowed on a ship, jumped on the back of a wagon, and killed and ate a couple of travelers, taking their horses the rest of the way. Jorma's was an older mare, calm, cream-coloured, didn't mind the change in riders but was curious about the whereabouts of her previous owner. Baltor ended up with a roan gelding, a feisty creature who didn't take well to a new rider. Jorma laughed as Baltor climbed aboard and the horse started to buck. "Have you ever ridden before?" She asked while giggling.

All in all it was a pretty fun trip for Jorma, she acquired her fur-lined parka from one of the travelers and had heaped furs over the horses to keep them warm in the early Russian summer. A snowstorm had blown through at the last minute, otherwise the weather would have been better, Jorma and Balrot found themselves shoving through more than a couple of deep snow drifts that were slowly working on melting.

By the time they reached Moscow the weather had warmed. Jorma discarded the extra blankets and had her parka laying across her horse's shoulders. She grew excited as they neared the centre of the city. "I know it's here, this place is too perfect to disappoint me!"

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- Baltor Orthos
"Jorma, do you sense that?" Baltor asked as they neared the the Red Square. "No, what do you sense?" Jorma asked as they walked. "I feel two massive presences, one that feels like I'm suffocating and the other feels like being gripped by the darkness in my heart." he replied as a blood curdling scream ricocheted across the square. "The hell was that?" Jorma shouted as she turned to see where the scream was coming from. " Its coming the St Basil's Cathedral. Lets go see what happened!" "Yeah, but let's go with our hoods up." Jorma replied. "Here's that cashmere hoodie we took from that young couple in Germany." he said handing her a purple sweater. "Thank you,", as the walked over there was a small crowd watching as the police carried 15 body bags from inside the church.
"То, что произошло там? (What happened in there?)" she asked a handsome young man. "Священник и небольшой группы прихожан были убиты, и молодые женщины ходил в как все это произошло! (The priest and a small group of parishioners were killed and that young women walked in as it all happened!)" He replied. "Ах моя, она увидели кто это сделал? (Oh, my, did she see who did it?)" Baltor asked. "Да, но полиция здесь прямо там допрос. (Yes, but the police are interrogating here right there.)" he said. "Baltor, could you listen in on the conversation?" Jorma asked. "Of course." Baltoe smiled. "Что вы видите? (What did you see?)" the police officer asked the woman. "Я шел вниз коридор и обнаружил мужчину, завернутые в кровь брызнула бинты ходить abit впереди от меня, он ходил вниз где священника и говорит к группе туристов и убили их с того, что похож игровую карточку, то он повернулся углу, и я потерял его из виду. (I was walking down a corridor and spotted a man wrapped in blood splattered bandages walking abit ahead of me, he walked down to where the priest and was speaking to a group of tourists and killed them with what looked like a playing card, then he turned the corner and I lost sight of him.)" she weeped. "It sounds like its that psycho snake dude, we ran into in Egypt."

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Sir Pent walked down the streets of Moscow in heavy furs… sniffling combined with the fact his running noise had frozen a line of escaped mucus along his face he seemed to hate his surroundings. He attempted to huddle his body as close to itself as he could while walking. Why did he have to take these stupid missions… a cold blooded reptile should never have to go someplace like Russia. It was cold… and covered in snow… but most importantly cold… he truly and absolutely hated the cold. It was his own personal Hell… and it didn’t help with his disposition towards mortals… and their god dam self regulating body temperatures. He grumbled a endless multitude of obscenities under his breath as he walked into the church spotted his targets… several DWMA agents disguised as tourists meeting up with their Intel agent who was guised as a priest… they were investigating a witch’s rather… important actions. He had been sent to kill them. Unfortunately for them they never saw it coming… they didn’t even have time to scream in terror or pain… a single ace was flicked outwards. The streak it left as it cut through their bodies a multitude of times before all of their corpses hit the floor in a rain of blood and gore. “How pathetic…” He turned and walked calmly down a hallway so he could get out of this forsaken frozen hell hole… there wasn’t any need to run… what the hell were police going to do to him… die until they had buried him under their corpses? Highly unlikely… but amusing concept none the less.

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~Jorma Yole

Jorma grimaced. "It seems we'll have company in our search, the fact that he is here is no coincidence, they know about the artifact. We must hurry and find it before they realise we're here. Listen closely to secret conversations amongst the locals, they may know something."
Jorma stroked the soft sweater and secured her hood. "We should locate a cathedral far from here so as not to attract attention." With that she skirted the crowd around the crime scene and took a left down the first street she came to. The city was beautiful, and she wanted to do a bit of sightseeing while they were there.

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The Demon Kishin Aro von Friedhof


The brood of moinous bats accumulated at edge of an Alley becoming a single person. The demon turned his nose upward and caught whiff a malicious aura. He licked his lips and casually sauntered out of the alley. The streets were full of people. As he passed them unleashed an enormous pressure of madness that caused everyone around him to drop to their knees. A number of screams erupted as they began to bicker and attack one another. He followed the scent and turned another corner where he spotted at a young petite girl standing at the edge of the street and staring idly at the cathedral before her.

"Ahhh...Jorma Yole. I thought I smelled a Kishin." A crooked grin full of terrifying razor sharp teeth spread across his face. "I am Aro von Friedhof and I believe we may have similar goals in life. Therefore I am here to make a proposition. Are you willing to listen my dear?

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The Demon Kishin Aro von Friedhof

Aro waved a hand in front of Jorma's face, causing her to become hypnotised. Her blue eyes went vacant of thought and her body slumped. A sinister grin spread across the demon Kishin's face. "Now, now Jorma. Lets take care of business shall we?" He took Jorma by the hand and led her into the church. No one noticed them enter. Aro's belly rolled and bubbled until a sickening amounts of black liquid splattered onto the ground from under his long black coat.

The people cringed at the sound turning to find the source disturbing their time of holy prayer.

"Who is that?" someone whispered.

"Disgusting...."

"What is that spilling on the ground?"

"Has he no shame?"

The puddle of ooze stretched running down the aisle separating the pews turning into a long black carpet. The onlookers watched with awe and terror trying to make sense of what was happening. Figures reached and clawed their way out of the carpet...huge black dogs with enormous jaws and teeth. Eyes so black that they could lock you into a void where no light could shine through. The Demon raised his finger with a crooked grin and began to orchestrate the choir of screams.

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- Baltor Orthos
"Я думаю, что полиция не планируете собирается.. (I think the police aren't planning on going in.)" An old maid said near Baltor. "Просто они собираются дать убийца путь с убийством, легко получить. Вот почему я послал мою дочь в Америке. (They're just going to let the assassin get a way with murder that easily. This is why I sent my daughter to America.)" a man replied as he began to walk away from the scene. "Ok, I guess I'l have to find a way in around the cops." Baltor said as he began to walk away himself, scanning the outside of the church, "I wonder where Jorma snuck off to?"

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~Jorma Yole

Jorma was contemplating the cathedral in front of her. Could this be the correct one? It seemed to be in the right location.
She turned when she heard her name and her eyes narrowed. "You are well known," she said slowly, thinking of how to respond. He was quite powerful and making enemies of him would be an interesting course, but it would probably bring too much trouble, so she feigned ignorance. "but this goal we seem to share, I'm not sure about it. What is it that you seek?"
He didn't answer and she scoffed as he reached out to her, then froze and forgot what she had been looking for. She felt Aro's hand slip into hers and let herself be walked into the church. Why would she allow this? Passively she watched demonic hounds rise from the floor of the church, people screamed and fought to escape but their voices were muffled and she decided to ignore them.

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The Devil Kishin Aro von Friedhof

As the screams died down and the hell hounds continued to gnaw on the souls of the people inside the church he led Jorma down the aisle holding her hand in his as of they were a soon to be husband and wife on their way to the altar. He hummed Beethoven's 5th composition, the moonlight sonata. When the reached the pulpit a black liquid snaked from under his coat covering him and Jorma completely and melted into the carpet. A few floors beneath the pulpit in a stone built passageway several feet underground the black liquid dripped from the ceiling. The individuals puddles expanded spread until they were one huge one which blew into a large bubble that shrunk into the forms of Jorma and Aro von Friedhof.

"Jorma...When I was only a student at the DWMA. I heard a story. A story of Jorma Yole and Baltor the Naginata. It was about your companionship and merciless feeding. It was about how you let your hunger turn you into monsters." He smiled crookedly as he led her down the passage way. "But your half of the stroy stole my heart. You much like myself are a scientist at heart. You've destroyed to create and I don't believe for a second that you becoming a Kishin is was an accident. Minds like ours have a thirst for knowledge. A thirst to create. We are the true artist." They reached the end of the passage and began to descend a stairwell which was also made of stone. "To create we need more power and below us is the key to that power. The emblem of Darkness. One of ten...."

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Baltor Orthos, The supposedly Dark Naginata
"Crap, I don't see her anywhere!" Baltor shouted as he ran through the crowd looking for his partner. "I guess I have to use soul perception. Jorma is...., Jorma is....., Jorma is shrouded in madness. Her soul wavelength is weaker than it was a moment ago. She's inside the church. Great, I wish I didn't have to do this but," Baltor sighs as he breathes on to a window, "42, 42, 564, to knock on Death's Door, Lord Death, We have a situation, Jorma's been captured and hypnotized by what I believe to be the kishin. I'm going to need you to send back up.""I'll send my best 1 star meistersd and weapons out to help you." Lord Death spoke with a twinge of worry.

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~Jorma Yole

Jorma let Aro lead her, though bleeding through the floors was very strange she did not complain, simply observed the situation thoughtfully. When Aro began talking she listened politely, intrigued that someone else had willingly become a Kishin for the same reason she had. Science was the only thing that made sense but the only way to make perfect sense is to know it all. That's what the D.W.M.A. had been unwilling to let her do, that's what she intended to do now.
"The Emblem of Darkness, that's what Baltor and I came for." She said quietly. "Perhaps you and I are looking into the same experiment..." She trailed off, a bit unwilling to descend the stairs, but Aro tugged and, still in the trance, she followed.

There was another, shorter hall at the bottom of the stairs, this led to a set of large and thick wooded doors decorated intricately with thick and thin wrought iron wire. The wire joined with a spiral at the separate doors to seal the doors closed, however, there was no keyhole and the iron clasps had convenient handles with which to raise the top wire and thereby unlatch the two doors. Aro and Jorma stopped at these doors and Jorma admired the artwork or iron and carvings in the wood, waiting patiently for Aro.

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The Devil Kishin Aro von Friedhof

"Perhaps," the kishin smiled. "The ten emblems...the ten relics were forged long ago...though their origin is unknown even to me..it's been said that they are endowed with unimaginable abilities allowing the power to do anything he may wish." Halfway down the stairwell he stopped walking. "When I was only a student at the academy, I spent my free time in the library browsing the selection of books and novels. Soon the options on the first levels became elementary to me and I thirsted for something more advanced. I wasn't allowed to check out the selections on the higher levels, so I decided to take the risk any naive child who was being denied their desire would. I snuck in. I skipped classes and spent hours upon hours perusing the sections. Slipping random books from their shelves and violating them gently with my swift fingertips." Aro clutched his heart and closed his eyes as if the memories brought back a nostalgic euphoria that bloomed in his chest. He exhaled and continued to speak. His eyes slid over to gaze at Jorma's pale cheek. He licked his lips, with a disgustingly long serpent-like tongue. "One day, I came across a thin novel, far older than the others. The very edges of the pages seemed to crumble under my eager touch. In handwritten cursive it read," he paused. "Loups-Garous"

He began to walk and pulled her along with him. "The novel was about a single human at the mercy of both witch and shinigami. He was fugitive. His imminent capture and execution was unavoidable, but he discovered a way. One day while taking refuge in a dilapidated shack at the center of the woods in a continent without a name he was stirred by a melodic voice. It was an immortal with shimmering skin and dazzling eyes. She told him to not fear her. That she was there to save him from his pitiful end. Then she gave him two things. One was a bag full of ten ancient relics. The other was a piece of parchment with specific instructions on how to conduct a ritual that would grant him power beyond both witch and god. Then she disappeared. With nothing left to lose, he went about collecting the ingredients. He'd made connections with a tribune of exonerated witches who captured and subdued the soul of a young shinigami. But he'd finally been cornered by his pursuers and in his haste he ignored the ingredients he lacked and proceeded with the ritual."

The pair came to a large iron door bound in endless chains and covered with numerous seals. "The experiment...was a failure." He opened his mouth wider than any natural man and a long black blade shot forward penetrating the lock all the chains connected to. The blade sucked back into the kishin's mouth as the chains and the shattered pieces of the lock clattered to the floor. "That was the first I'd ever heard of the relics and nearly the last....until I became a Kishin and the group of witches I congregated with told me all about them." He pressed a single palm against the split where the doors touched and blew them off the hinges in a whirlwind of dark pressure.

Before them was an empty room much like the rest of the passages. Made of stone with a family of pillars which connected the floor and the ceiling. At the far end was a couple of enormous tablets which sat on a complimenting podium. At the center of the tablets was a black medallion with ancient symbols on it.

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~Jorma Yole

Jorma listened politely as Aro told the tale she herself had already read. It would be rude to her host to interrupt, plus it was pleasant to hear him speak. Her eyes widened and she was intrigued as it appeared a weapon of sorts shot from Aro's mouth to break the locks and seals that prevented passage through the doors. The only way she knew to learn that trick would be to eat her own Weapon partner, and while souls were delicious she didn't particularly want to lose her traveling companion. However, it looked as though she had a new companion now...

She took a few steps forward, appreciative that Aro had the courtesy to allow her entry to the room before him.
"Would this be the emblem?" She asked, trying not to sound too ignorant as she had had no indication of what the artifacts might look like.

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"Yes, my dear." He smiled staring across the room longingly. "That is the medallion of darkness. The Amulet of Nightmares." The room began to rumble as they emblem began to glow. "Get ready, Jorma. They're coming." Dark smoke oozed from the medallion filling half the room with black mist. The mist swirled and rolled taking form of the emblem's guardians. Two large hellish looking demon's who's heads nearly touched the ceiling appeared snarling. "And let it begin." The monsters charged at them roaring. Aro disappeared from Jorma's catching one of the giants by one of it's ankles and flinging it across the room with one arm. "How about I take this one and you can have the other?"

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~Jorma Yole, Wielder of the Dark Naginata

Still in a trance, not only by Aro but also by being so close to one of her objectives, Jorma barely heard her name spoken.

"Get ready, Jorma. They're coming." Aro warned.

Jorma watched as the guardians took form, not completely understanding what was going on, not until one of them took a swing at her. Immediately her instincts took over and Jorma dodged out of the way.

"How about I take this one and you can have the other?" She heard Aro ask, "Sounds like all sorts of fun," She responded.

Rushing her target with incredible speed she quickly tripped it up and as it fell she ran the length of its body to take a strike at its head. Unfortunately, she was so used to fighting with Baltor she sort of forgot he wasn't there and ended up reverting her attack to punching the hard-as-rock creature in its chin. While it might have looked pretty comical it actually smarted quite a bit, Jorma cursed that she had taken more damage than her opponent. Not only that but her slip-up gave the beast an opportunity to attack and attack it did, smacking her across the room. Jorma landed hard, making sure to roll to absorb some of the shock, she then stood and rushed the thing again as it was standing. This time when she punched it she checked herself at the last minute and sent a small amount of her soul wavelengths through her fist. Her opponent took more damage than she did.

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The Devil Kishin Aro von Friedhof

The kishin's body rolled and bubbled under his skin and clothes. Suddenly a black form tore through his skin and grew to the size of the monster's he was facing. He became an enormous black dog with with three heads, six spiked tails, and tentacles stretching form under his belly. Then tentacles shot forward stabbing through the monster's flesh then wrapping around it's limbs pulling it closer to him. An unusual toothy grin appeared on the Demon Dogs face as it bit down on the monster's head munching and chewing until it devoured the creature whole.

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Jorma Yole, wielder of the Dark Naginate

Both Jorma and the other guardian stopped and stared as Aro devoured the other creature, the guardian's look was of shock and terror, Jorma's was of interest and curiousity. The remaining Guardian backed up to assess the information, but it would not let these two mongrels take the Emblem of Darkness. With a tremendous roar the creature charged Aro, seeing him as a more dangerous target, but Jorma intercepted. Jamming her fingers into the guardian's eyes she let her soul wavelengths go, sending electrical waves throughout the giant's body. The creature stumbled and slid to a stop ten feet from Aro, it shuddered and lay still as Jorma climbed up to sit on its head.
Licking blood and eye juices from her fingertips she grinned at Aro. "I'm impressed."

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Calyx Mason
"Howling Gate" Calyx and Holo said in unison. "Welcome to Moscow, my comrades." Algernon joked as the light dimmed around him. "Ok,Spirit, Alge, Hero, Ryuho, Amanda, Alice, Maxwell, and I will be heading in to Saint Basil's now to try and nuetralize the situation, while Calyx, Adam, Steve, Alisa, and Alessandro will try to find Baltor, when you find him, open a portal withn this talisman, it will take you where ever I am. From there we'll try to capture the kishin, free Jorma Yole, and get our hands on the emblem of darkness. Before we split up I've got a spell to cast," Holo said as she snapped her fingers transforming herself and spirit into teenagers, "How do we look?" "Great, you'll have to teach me that one day?" Calyx replied. "Now, remember children, rely on your power, your partners, and most of all your instincts, they're all you can truly trust." Holo said staring at calyx.

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- Baltor Orthos

"Look out behind you!" Baltor shouted at the team of students as the black goo formed in to two humanoid figures. "Crap, move,!"Calyx said as shoved Alisa and his mother out of the way.

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Algernon Whittaker and Hero Garner

Alge spun, Hero grasped firmly in his hand, to see too tar-looking creatures ooze out of the ground. He watched in terrified fascination as they materialised into a man and woman couple. The man was menacing, tall, with a dark aura, the woman was a little shorter, her round face would have been cute if not for the scowl and a feeling of Madness emanated from them both.
"Those are the Kishin?" Hero asked quietly from Weapon form.
"It hardly looks like she needs rescuing, more like she'd take our heads off as soon as the guy." Alge whispered back.


Jorma Yole

Jorma held Aro's arm a little tighter than she might normally, afraid that if her hand slipped she would fall or get stuck in the floor. When they formed on the surface she was surprised to see a group of children there to greet her. And was that Baltor?
"Baltor, dear, so good of you to find me. I've decided we will join mister Von Friedhof, as we three are all looking for the same artifacts."
She turned to Aro. "Mister Von Friedhof, this is my Weapon partner, Baltor." She gestured to the Dark Naginata.

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"Baltor Orthos..." the kishin grinned awkwardly tilting his head to the side. "Look at you you're all grown up and...well you pretty much look the same as i remembered you..or the same as I think I remembered you." he chuckled lightly. "What do I know, I'm insanely mad at this point." His body rolled with a light wave of goose bumps, the sensation causing his eyes to roll back in his head. After calming himself down a bit.

He stared forward and began counting them off. "One little piggy..."he counted Calyx. "..two little piggy, three little....four." He counted Algernon, Ryuho then when his finger fell on Alisa, he made a beckoning gesture as if calling her back to him. An invisible wave of madness sped through the cobble-stoned street, up through Alisa's feet piercing her brain, causing her to fall back on the ground with a blood curdling scream. Her body shook and writhed on the ground agonizingly. Her palms slammed against the gravel, her back arching upward and then falling flat again.

Alessandro transformed from his lance form and knelt down next to Alisa, panic in his eyes. "Alisa! Alisa!"

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- Calyx Mason
"Alisa, can you hear me, Alisa?" Allesandro shouted. "Step back," Holo said as she knelt down, "Hold her steady, i have to make sure she doesn't swallow her tongue." "What did you do to her?" Calyx shouted with two gleaming swords. "I simply activated a little experiment, excuse me my dear boy, but do I know the two of you?" he politely asked Calyx and Holo. "No, you don't!" Holo shouted in her false form.

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Sudden'y Alisa's tharashing body went limp. Alessandro's eyes went large with apprehension while Holo raised to fingers to press against the skin just under the base of Alsa's jaw.

Holo spoke relived. "She still has a pulse-" Before she finish her sentence she was sucker punched so hard that she skidded across the ground a few feet from where she was before. Alisa's body rose, loosely.

"...Alisa?" Alessandro watched. As if recognizing his voice, her head rolled to the side, locking eyes with him. He was taken aback. her eye were unfocused...no light reflected in them. It was as if they were empty.

Ryuho caught a glimpse of Aro von Friedhof's smile, then yelled with urgency. "Hold her down!"

Before anyone could react, Alisa was on her feet. Alessandro made for a grab, but she ducked and swept his feet from under him throwing Alessandro to the ground. She threw a swift hard punch in Calyx's solar plexus and brought her elbow back to strike Algernon in his abdomen. Then swiftly she jumped from her spot, backflipping away to center of the street separating the Aro von Friedhof from the DWMA students. A maniacal grin plastered on her face...a mirror of the same grin formed by the Kishin's lips.

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Calyx Mason

"Alisa! What have you done to her?" Calyx shouted at the kishin. "As I had said, i activated something that I implanted in her long ago!" the archduke smiled cruelly. "You'll never get away with this!" Allesandro snapped."I already got away with many things today, this will be just another on an extensive list of things I've done." Aro laughed as he began to walk away. "Ryuho, Calyx, do it , now!" Holo shouted. "Soul Menace: Saegiru, go for it, Cal!" Ryuho said as he released a massive shock wave that negated all resonance abilities . "Triple Dragon Back Flip with a rotation", Calyx said as he flipped towartds a falling Alisa and grabbed the Edenburg Twins in their weapon forms, "Mom, catch her! Dragon Hurricane."





(OOC: The bolded words for Calyx are moves not S.R.'s or Magic.)

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When the Sun comes crashing down...A fluid black dragon will spread it's wings and claim the planet for it's own.

"Plummet into Chaos: Edge of Darkness" A voice called out. Suddenly, Calyx's attack was nullified as he found himself trapped in another plane of complete darkness which only appeared as a solid black cage on the outside.

"What the--" Ryuho didn't know what happened, but he wasn't going to lose focus. Until he a blazing blade slashed through his back sending out a spray of blood that stained the pavement as he dropped Amanda and hit the ground with a thud. The Invisible pressure of Ryuho's Saegiru dissipated in the air before In his place stood Alisa. no, not a Alisa, but someone extreme in her likeness. He was tall. Six feet, maybe more in height. His hair was just as pale and colorless as his cadaverous skin, which was splattered with fleck's of Ryuho's crimson blood. The expression he wore wasn't that of maniacal enjoyment, but the stoic expression of a soldier doing his duty. before any of the remaining DWMA students could react, he leapt high into the air, letting his wings burst from his back, backflipping and landing at Aro von Friedhof's side.

The devilish kishin smilled crookedly as Alphonse Ravenclaw's form erupted in blinding flames and reappeared as a long scythe with a thick scarlet blade and a jet black pole of which it was attached to. Gleefully the Kishin tore his weapon from the air and aimed it directly at the DWMA agents. His eyes lit with wild excitement. "Does Lord Death think so little of me that he'd send a squad of students to take my head?" Aro threw his head back laughing so loud that each dramatic chuckle echoed through the desloate streets. he stopped laughing, but occasional giggles still jolted through his body. "I'll eviscerate every one of you myself and dump your decayed blood soaked corpses on his door step. Maybe then he'll understand...." Aro swung the pale scythe in an arc over his head. "Soul...Resonance!"

"Stop!" A voice wailed. Everyone's eyes would fall on the wolf witch, Holo Lobo. Her face grave and steely. "Spare them...and take me!" She offered. She let the guise of a child melt away revealing her adult form. Her cold blue beastly eyes locked on the all powerful Kishin.

Aro von Friedhof was caught of guard. The blade still hung above his head like that of a guillotine. He didn't say the name aloud, but he silently said it with his his lips. "Holo Lobo." his sinister sharp teethed smile was back on his lips. "Deal." He lowered his scythe, letting the end of it rest on the ground and held out a gloved hand for her to take.

So, she began to cross over. It was as if she was walking the plank or down the aisle to her own funeral. She held her head high. She wouldn't dare show the Kishin despair. He would be too delighted to taste it. She stood before him took his hand. "Farewell, Students and Staff of the DWMA" the monster sung. "And welcome...to the End of the World." A flood of countless bats rushed from under his coat covering him and his brood in a whirlwind of bat wings and furry bodies that then gathered back up and flew off into the Sky, headed East towards, Laviatria.

The Kishins, his Death Scythe, the witch and the meister were nowhere to be seen.

They were gone.