Disembodied Souls 1
*In this Chapter, I would like to give credit to ash24trendkil for allowing me to use his OC. As for the others, they will make an appearance later on. Also, I am not using Soul Eater. Sorry.
Chapter 1
There are few truths in this world; fabrications are a vital piece of life for the humans. Amongst these lies one stands apart; Love. It's not a real emotion; it's a figment of the fancy that deceives us. It has been shoved down human throats from the days they were conceived. But what becomes of a soul when there is nobody to love it? It leaves it's vessel and turns it's back on the pathetic assemblage called humanity. It is promised the gate would be opened; to wreak it's revenge on the dimension that cast it out.
"Yo; Dante." A tall, curvaceous blonde woman adorned in leather strode into the bar area of "Devil May Cry". The maverick man known as "Dante" was busy playing billiards alone; in his usual crimson coat. The fair haired lady leaned upon the the pool table, watching Dante ذائقہ, مارنا one of the pool balls with his billiard stick.
"Whaddya want Trish? I'm kinda busy here." Trish strutted around the table, boots clicking all the way. His icy blue eyes traveled away from his not-so-competitive game of pool and waited for Trish to meet him halfway.
"You need to start doing your job." Dante was taken aback as he leaned on his pool stick.
"Just got word from the Order that a massive amount of demons have been popping up." Dante placed his stick back into the holder. He cocked a white eyebrow and crossed his sleeved arms.
"How's that possible?" He inquired shrewdly. His blonde counterpart leapt up to sit on the pool میز, جدول where Dante's game was once played.
"Portals have been opened surprisingly quick. We've gotta get out there and مہر 'em up." Dante nodded reluctantly and pulled his trademark demonic pistols; Ebony and Ivory, from his side.
"Let's rock."
A آگ کے, آگ haired teen was kicked back in his bed, with earbuds protruding from his head. He had one leg kicked up and the other turned to the side.
"ICHIGO!" A raven haired petite leapt from the closet on the left side of the room. Ichigo fell off his بستر in fright, Rukia standing over the side and peering down at him. It felt strange; usually he would be the one looking down at her. Her eyes were incredibly wide; her irises had practically dissolved into the whites of her eyes. The angry male pulled the earbuds from his ears.
"What's the big idea?!" He bellowed as he rose to his feet.
"Just got a message from the Soul Society, Hollows have been targeting this town. They need us to check it out." Ichigo rolled his eyes and muttered bitterly under his breath.
"I can't ever just be normal can I?" Rukia couldn't help but laugh.
"You weren't normal before." Ichigo scrunched up his nose in distaste and threw his iPod onto his nightstand; stuffing his hands into his pockets.
"Alright." Rukia cocked a sly grin and slipped on her glove, she grabbed his face and brought his soul out of his rangy body. His lifeless form fell face first onto the بستر sheets.
"What do we do about that?" He pointed to his own body. His shorter companion tapped her chin. Suddenly her eyes lit up.
"Got it."
Ichigo picked up his body and tucked it under the sheets of his twin bed.
She gave him a thumbs up.
"Brilliant. Let's go."
"So, why did آپ call us here again?" A short blonde boy inquired with his arms spread across the backing of a suede couch. His younger brother had accommodated himself across from him.
"You are here because it was brought to my attention..." A dark haired man dressed in Military garb nobly stood at his desk.
"That a mass murder has taken place a few miles from here. Get out to Rush Valley and see what's going on." The Colonel with a god complex looked laxly down at his fingers.
"It could damage my reputation."
Edward rolled his eyes lazily and groaned.
"Cmon Al." He rose from his نشست with his younger, but taller, brother in tow.
"Inuyashaaaaaaaa!" Kagome moaned from behind him.
"Carry meeeeee!" Inuyasha let her hop up onto his back. He walked a long way before Kagome started to squirm. She pulled on his dog ears.
"That way! I'm sensing the shikon jewel!"
"Could آپ not do that?!" He bellowed as he took off in the direction Kagome was pointing.
*In this Chapter, I would like to give credit to ash24trendkil for allowing me to use his OC. As for the others, they will make an appearance later on. Also, I am not using Soul Eater. Sorry.
Chapter 1
There are few truths in this world; fabrications are a vital piece of life for the humans. Amongst these lies one stands apart; Love. It's not a real emotion; it's a figment of the fancy that deceives us. It has been shoved down human throats from the days they were conceived. But what becomes of a soul when there is nobody to love it? It leaves it's vessel and turns it's back on the pathetic assemblage called humanity. It is promised the gate would be opened; to wreak it's revenge on the dimension that cast it out.
"Yo; Dante." A tall, curvaceous blonde woman adorned in leather strode into the bar area of "Devil May Cry". The maverick man known as "Dante" was busy playing billiards alone; in his usual crimson coat. The fair haired lady leaned upon the the pool table, watching Dante ذائقہ, مارنا one of the pool balls with his billiard stick.
"Whaddya want Trish? I'm kinda busy here." Trish strutted around the table, boots clicking all the way. His icy blue eyes traveled away from his not-so-competitive game of pool and waited for Trish to meet him halfway.
"You need to start doing your job." Dante was taken aback as he leaned on his pool stick.
"Just got word from the Order that a massive amount of demons have been popping up." Dante placed his stick back into the holder. He cocked a white eyebrow and crossed his sleeved arms.
"How's that possible?" He inquired shrewdly. His blonde counterpart leapt up to sit on the pool میز, جدول where Dante's game was once played.
"Portals have been opened surprisingly quick. We've gotta get out there and مہر 'em up." Dante nodded reluctantly and pulled his trademark demonic pistols; Ebony and Ivory, from his side.
"Let's rock."
A آگ کے, آگ haired teen was kicked back in his bed, with earbuds protruding from his head. He had one leg kicked up and the other turned to the side.
"ICHIGO!" A raven haired petite leapt from the closet on the left side of the room. Ichigo fell off his بستر in fright, Rukia standing over the side and peering down at him. It felt strange; usually he would be the one looking down at her. Her eyes were incredibly wide; her irises had practically dissolved into the whites of her eyes. The angry male pulled the earbuds from his ears.
"What's the big idea?!" He bellowed as he rose to his feet.
"Just got a message from the Soul Society, Hollows have been targeting this town. They need us to check it out." Ichigo rolled his eyes and muttered bitterly under his breath.
"I can't ever just be normal can I?" Rukia couldn't help but laugh.
"You weren't normal before." Ichigo scrunched up his nose in distaste and threw his iPod onto his nightstand; stuffing his hands into his pockets.
"Alright." Rukia cocked a sly grin and slipped on her glove, she grabbed his face and brought his soul out of his rangy body. His lifeless form fell face first onto the بستر sheets.
"What do we do about that?" He pointed to his own body. His shorter companion tapped her chin. Suddenly her eyes lit up.
"Got it."
Ichigo picked up his body and tucked it under the sheets of his twin bed.
She gave him a thumbs up.
"Brilliant. Let's go."
"So, why did آپ call us here again?" A short blonde boy inquired with his arms spread across the backing of a suede couch. His younger brother had accommodated himself across from him.
"You are here because it was brought to my attention..." A dark haired man dressed in Military garb nobly stood at his desk.
"That a mass murder has taken place a few miles from here. Get out to Rush Valley and see what's going on." The Colonel with a god complex looked laxly down at his fingers.
"It could damage my reputation."
Edward rolled his eyes lazily and groaned.
"Cmon Al." He rose from his نشست with his younger, but taller, brother in tow.
"Inuyashaaaaaaaa!" Kagome moaned from behind him.
"Carry meeeeee!" Inuyasha let her hop up onto his back. He walked a long way before Kagome started to squirm. She pulled on his dog ears.
"That way! I'm sensing the shikon jewel!"
"Could آپ not do that?!" He bellowed as he took off in the direction Kagome was pointing.
which caused so much sacrifice and misery unknown.
Deceptively though, the stone did appeal
and made foolish men think its happiness real.
O wise philosopher آپ must grieve no more
if آپ wish to revive the mirth of before.
آپ must face your past, for آپ cannot atone
for the damage آپ wrought with the wretched red stone.
Where is the land? That land from the past,
which many before آپ sought and amassed?
Take heed of their folly, and don't be deceived
سے طرف کی the trap which left many despaired and bereaved.
Though for happiness, power and ease they did strive,
instead they found death and now none are alive.
Consider these perished; this warning adhere.
Will آپ continue to seek out this stone you held dear?
آپ who beheld it’s baneful hue red
when the blood of your own arm and own leg was shed?
Stone of philosophers, ruby red stone.
When will آپ cease and leave mankind alone?
