It’s here!! I have been in the writing mindset for this AU for about 3 years now so I am incredibly excited to present the sequel to my ghost AU Now the light falls (which you can read on AO3 and FFN.)
I am beyond grateful to my incomparable betas @arialis and @professor-maka who save me continually from my comma crises and to @redphlox for her support throughout writing this fic. Finally the biggest shout-out to my artist @nori-wings who, besides being an amazing and fantastic partner, was endlessly supportive <3
Summary: After surviving a near-fatal confrontation with Soul’s murderer, Giriko, Maka and Soul are recruited by the DWMA, an agency committed to eliminating supernatural threats that come from holes in the Rift, the barrier that divides their world’s dimension from the supernatural one. While Soul is reluctant to join, he eventually agrees and ignores the widening cracks in his soul that have nothing to do with the poltergeists and creatures he and Maka take down and everything to do with the growing compulsion consuming him from the inside out.
Meanwhile, something unlike anything that has crossed over into their world emerges from the Rift. Something horrific and monstrous that wields death and calls to Soul.
Snippet from the prologue:
The darkness of the rift reaches for Medusa, curling in on itself in greedy coils, simultaneously dense as obsidian and translucent as shadow. In the places where the rift regularly opens and recloses, Earth is visible, only a blurred outline, though it had been enough to fool several witches into wandering into the rift in the beginning. Ghosts of their screams still echo occasionally.
Many other things breathe and sigh from within the rift-beings and monsters that have no names and brim with a power even more ancient than the witches’. The rift only appears to be a few feet wide but Medusa’s experiments, along with the fates of the witches that attempted to cross the rift, have proven otherwise.
“I don’t want to do this.” Crona’s voice breaks as they speak, accompanied by a small sniff.
Medusa continues to survey the rift; silence is just as much a punishment for Crona as the other methods she uses. The weight of a witch’s soul, laden with human souls, is too much to cross the rift, although lesser beasts and the human souls who sometimes escape are able to enter and move across the rift with no trouble.
“You truly think this will work.”
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