#creatordeath

                ❝ What are you? ❞

     Words barely whispered to a being who literally appeared out of      no where. Krory’s eyes did not deceive him. This being was not      there a second ago.

             Was this a new Akuma?

                   ❝ Boa noite. We meet again, do we not? How                        may I entertain you this night? A gruesome game?                        A round of akuma attacking humans? All trivial to one                        such as yourself, but that is all this trivial play offers. ❞

      After all, what were noah but super humans? A higher plain of humans.       Those blessed to be on the same PLAIN AS GOD HIMSELF. But what        was GOD to a being like Creator Death? A being with no name.

          Even the Millenium Earl would need to bow to this creature before           Tyki... Which inherently made IT a threat to the earl.... & the Noah            swore to protect the Millenium Earl-- head of their clan.

            He’d play nice....

“If you created me does that mean you are minutely responsible for every action I inflict upon this fragment? Because if so you have a lot to own up for- Not that you will of course...I don’t actually expect you too” 

It was such a rare occurrence, the sudden stab of pain that rippled through his chest. But every now and again, if a sudden wave of insanity appeared either in the world or inside himself, it felt like his chest was being sliced open all over again. With the kishin defeated and the mad blood settled, Soul was keenly aware it was coming from within.

A terrifying thought. One he never expressed openly. Any fear he had was quickly washed away by Maka’s strength and her own cleansing wavelength. But Kid was different. They only had a few practice sessions resonating, and even then Soul could feel the power pulling him. Kid was strong, who knew what would happen if the two of them dipped into their madness together. 

                     You could practically smell the death that loomed in the air-- It was like a cursed blanket, covering everything in sight. And the source of it was none other than the immortal plunderer himself. Corpses devoid of both blood and soul littered Byrgenwerth; left behind once their murderer had taken what he wanted. It was all incredibly ominous, and it left visitors very much on edge. However, that sight was nothing compared to Reaver himself.

                    Dark, doll like eyes would glance over towards the being; Reaver’s expression being one of devious curiosity and fear. It was true that he was immortal, and that if he were to be slain he would merely return, but-- There were beings that even he dared not test.

Couldve done it without u ��