Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater. I do own the plot.

Author's note: This chapter doesn't really involve any of the plot mentioned in the summary; however, it does introduce two important characters. Also, this serves as a "testing the water," before I get into the main work.

Chapter 1: Enter Jason Sev and Rachel Cross

"Name's Jason Sev, meister. tu have probably heard of me, parte superior, arriba of the N.O.T. class at the Death Weapon Meister Academy. Prepare yourself for my awesomeness, Notre Dame the hunchback." Jason Sev was taller than the average person. He had blue eyes, brown hair and a confident look...

Everything was cold,
the house, my room,
my mother most of all,
cruel, calculating, but mostly cold,
to her child,
to me.

Life didn't apply to me,
only madness,
emotions brought pain,
thinking, disappointment,
obeying stopped my hunger,
killing stopped the beatings.

She experimented with my mind,
my body,
my soul.
Forced to registrarse with liquid despair,
it turned my blood black,
black,
black like my future.

My inicial wasn't safe,
just a place for pain and killing.
My mother wasn't loving,
only wanting what I could become.
My body wasn't private,
shared between a demon and my soul.

I was never left...

So tu may think that fairytales and stories that seem so impossible are fake, right. You'd be wrong, though. Just yesterday, Victoria and her team were called out to Sleepy Hollow to defeat the Headless Horseman. It must've been pretty bad for Lord Death to send them all the way out there, out of town. Apparently, he had been terrorizing his hometown, reaping the heads of innocent people, for no reason known. So the team set out to do their orders. Until they found a lead, they all stayed in a huge farmhouse, right por the maíz field that the Headless Horseman is dicho to come out of. It was...

So as Victoria and her friends walked into the DWMA, Kid told her "I almost forgot. My father wanted to meet you." Victoria's eyes widened. "Lord Death? Just me? What?" Patty giggled and started to pat her on the back, saying "Aw, don't be nervous! Lord Death is a really nice guy, so just go meet him, k?" Victoria did. She walked into his office, fogged up the mirror, and dicho it at she wrote "42-42-564. Anytime tu want to knock on Death's door." Lord Death appeared. "Heya, heya, heya!" He greeted her. "You must be Victoria." Victoria felt instantly at ease. "No offense, Death sir, but, you're...

DWMA. Victoria's last resort. I can't say she was happy to go there, but it was better than where she had been. Her history with her mother was... better left in the shadows, and she barely knew her dad. At least in Death city, she'd be understood. Victoria was commonly asked "Who are you?" The pregunta they should have asked is "WHAT are you?" She was a weapon. Victoria could transform into a mace. And at the DWMA, she could train as a good weapon, and not be thought of as a freak like in her old town. With her was her meister, Danny, her brother Doom, (great name, I know) also a meister,...