Hello everyone this is the Bio-Devil! I'm sorry if I've been inactive for too long for everyone's liking but now I'm glad to say I've finished the rewrite of Soul Eater: Legacy of Achilles. In the first story I really didn't get that far so there shouldn't be that much of a change but I hope you all like the rewritten version as I do.

Soul Eater: The Legacy of Achilles

Prologue: Damian & Pyro

Death Weapon Meister Academy; where Meisters and Demon Weapons learn how to control their abilities and to prevent the rebirth of the creatures known as Kishin. After the original Kishin, Asura had finally been destroyed life seemed to return to what the students of the DWMA consider normal. But now a new threat is arising, old enemies return and new enemies and allies are forged. And it is all wrapped around the legendary warrior Achilles…

Damian's POV

Stein's lab hasn't changed at all over the years. I had only seen it once and yet it looks exactly the same, a creepy building full of zigzag stitches.

"It seems Franken's decoration habits hasn't changed," my mother, Jane, commented. Believe it or not my mom and Stein are siblings, making me Stein's nephew, though you'd never be able to tell just by looking at me. Mom knocked on the front door and Stein opened the door sitting backwards on that desk chair of his.

"Hello Jane and Damian," he greeted with a smile. "It's been too long."

"Not long enough," my mother replied icily.

"Hi Stein," I said. Stein nodded in reply and I felt mom roll her eyes at me calling him Stein. I guess she still disagrees with how I call him Stein instead of Uncle Franken. Frankly it's because Uncle Franken sounds weird and he's fine with me calling him Stein, so it really shouldn't matter. Stein got up from his chair and pushed it back inside with his foot.

"I hope you have at least one suitable room in your lab for Damian to stay in while he attends classes here," my mom said with her arms cross.

"Not really," Stein replied with a shrug. "But luckily he won't be staying here."

"What?!" Mom yelled as Stein closed his lab door. "Then where will he be staying?!"

"I was able to get him an apartment."

"An apartment!" mom repeated while hugging me tightly. "My Damian isn't old enough to live by himself!" If it wasn't obvious, mom is majorly overprotective of me. It seems a little sweet at first but it can really ridiculous really fast.

"There are students younger than him living by themselves, if not with their weapon partners."

"Damian is not sharing an apartment with some stranger!"

"If he has to share it with his weapon partner it'll be someone he is compatible with and that he'll be able to interact with and get to know. It's better than being put in the boys dormitory and be forced to share a room with multiple different boys, which by the way, Damian would have been if I didn't pull a few strings. But there's still time to have him move into the dormitories instead."

"L-let's go and see this apartment…" Stein smirked as he led us to a building that looked like it was pieced together with a bunch of random buildings. The inside had a shiny black floor and the walls were plastered with multi-colored shapes which in my opinion would better serve as an amusement park walkway. Stein stopped in front of a certain door and opened it.

"Welcome to your new home," Stein said as we walked into the apartment. Judging by the number of doors it was a four room apartment, one was the living room/kitchen that only had tiled floors and a bar counter with four stools that served as a border between the two areas, and with what Stein said, I was certain two would be bedrooms and the last one had to be the bathroom.

"Franken you can't be serious," Mom said scanning the room.

"It's one of the better apartments in the building," Stein defended.

"It doesn't even have a table!" Mom yelled gesturing to the bar.

"Mom..." I said a little too whiny for my liking. "I'll be fine."

"Are you sure Damian?"

"Yes." Mom turned to Stein and gave him what I like to call, the "Mamma Bear Glare".

"You'll look after him?" she asked in a threatening tone.

"Of course."

"You'll make sure he's safe?"

"Yes."

"And you'll make sure he does well in his classes?"

"Yes Jane! I'll treat him like he's my own son!"

"That doesn't make me feel any better!...But…" Mom then just started balling and hugged me tightly. "I'm going to miss you!"

"Mom!" Normally I'd be a little more sensitive in this situation but there were a few other circumstances that made this little scene a lot more unnecessary and ridiculous. Stein knew them to on account that his hand was on his face.

"Jane…seriously…pull yourself together. Boulder city is not that far from here." There was one that made this just pathetic. Mom and I have lived in Nevada all our lives and we've recently moved to Boulder City which is only an hour away from here. Combined with my mom's overprotective nature this is very uncomfortable for me. Stein was able to pry mom off of me and escorted her out after a few last minute goodbyes, which if I knew her well enough she'd come back for another 10. Don't get me wrong, I love her, but she's hard to live with. I went to the bedroom that had all white walls and a bunch of art supplies. There was a note attached to a white paint can.

Dear Damian

I know how much you like to draw and paint so I made sure this room had a bedroom with white walls. Feel free to paint whatever you like on them; you just have to make sure to paint over anything you made if you decide to move out.

Love,

Your Favorite Uncle, Franken Stein

It may be a little bit of a self-placed title but Stein was definitely my favorite uncle. It just wasn't much of a contest since, as far as I know, I only have one other uncle, his older brother Buck. And he is, for lack of a better term and lack of trying to find said term, a dumbass. I began unpacking my luggage and moving into the completely white room, thinking about what I can paint on the walls. Then I heard someone knocking on the door, I figured it had to be Stein or my mom with those 10 goodbyes I was talking about. I opened the door and to my surprise I saw a girl around my age in front of me. She had ash blonde hair tied into two pigtails and bright green eyes. She wore a white long shirt with a tan sweater vest, a green and white striped tie, a red and black plaid skirt, and black and white strapped boots.

"Hi," she said in a friendly manner. "I'm Maka Albarn, I live next door." She extended her hand and I nervously shook.

"…I-I'm Damian Fulsom…" I stammered as I nervously shook her hand. Back home I was barely known as the local shut-in, I would never leave my house and the only people I would talk were my mother and Stein on his occasional visits. I tried to make friends once when my confidence and self-esteem weren't completely shattered and it didn't go well. Yet here I am, stepping aside and letting Maka inside my new apartment.

"This is a nice place," she said looking around the living room/kitchen. I just shrugged; I didn't trust myself to speak. "Are you enrolling into the DWMA?" I nodded, it was a bit on the jittery side but if she noticed she didn't say anything. "Are you joining the E.A.T. class or the N.O.T. class?"

"I-I'm not…sure…" I managed to squeak out. Someone was knocking on the door again. Oh how can this get any worse? I opened the door and saw none other than Stein now carrying a duffel bag full of who knows what. I'm about to find out…

"Hello Maka," he greeted. "Is there any reason why you're in my nephew's apartment?"

"I noticed that he moved in and wanted to introduce myse…" she froze and recapped what Stein had said. "H-he's your nephew?"

"Can't you tell?" he asked placing a hand on my shoulder. Of course she can't, I thought. The only thing we have in common appearance wise is that we both wear glasses and we're not even wearing the same kind. Stein wore round frameless glasses while I wore square glasses with a black frame. Maka kept looking at me and Stein back and forth trying to find any similarities even though there would be none.

"Y-you're not going to find any…" I said meekly. "S-similarities, I mean…" Maka seemed to get the hint that that I didn't like being stared at like a circus freak and stopped. I didn't like being stared at, at all, but this was a little more unpleasant.

"I-I'll just head out now, i-it was nice meeting you Damian." Maka hurried out of the apartment, I doubt I'll be speaking to her again. I knew Stein had a reputation for being a madman and knew I would probably get stuck with something like that too for just being in the same gene pool area. I wasn't ashamed of being Stein's nephew but it seemed unfair that something has to be wrong with me by association.

"Well now that she's gone we can began." Stein said. I looked at him confused as he pulled out a bunch of textbooks from that bag. "Before you can begin classes I need to make sure you're up to date with everyone else in your future class, Crescent Moon. So I'll be tutoring you until then, now, let's begin."

Maka's POV

Stein wasn't in class the next day. Instead Lord Death told Mifune to sub for him and have us spend the entire class reviewing work we did over a year ago, lucky for me because I had a hard time concentrating in class. Damian Fulsom, Stein's nephew, was living right next door to me and the others. I haven't told them yet because I wasn't sure how they would react, Soul would probably want to move out. I was probably overthinking this but I just couldn't wrap my head around it, that shy boy was related to Stein, sure he was only his nephew so he couldn't be "that" closely related, but it was still close. I flashed back to when Stein and Damian were standing next to each other. Stein looked at me with the same creepy, smart, & smug combo look he always had while Damian kept his shy persona and looked at the floor, he also looked a little…hurt… I had just realized that I was probably looking at him like he some sort of freak! I must've made Damian feel awful, I feel like such a jerk. I'll have to make it up to him when I get home.

Cole's POV

So this is Death City, the desert oasis and home to the one and only Death Weapon Meister Academy. I never thought I'd enroll in it but when shit hit the fan in New York I really had no choice but to go here. I was being led around by this zombie guy, Sid, and he was telling me how the Academy would help me unlock my "full potential" and other kinds of bullshit. My full potential probably involves burning things, for as long as I could remember I had always been a pyromaniac, not just by using matches and lighters, no, simply snapping my fingers is enough to start a fire, and you can imagine people really don't like that kind of power. From California to New Jersey people will say, 'Have you heard of Cole Connors the Pyro?' 'That troublemaker is always causing fires.' 'You treat him like an actual human, kiss your belongings goodbye and get ready to be burned.' I don't even get a chance. I had somehow made some sort of life in New York but on tiny spark in a gas station and I was screwed and had to run to Sid, who I had turned down a million times about enrolling, with my tail between my legs. Right now Sid was telling me about how I was going to fit in here just fine and I almost laughed. One tiny fire and I'm thrown out on my ass, it's just how it works.

Damian's POV

"Focus," Stein ordered me as I was preparing to use "Soul Perception". I felt some kind of pulse and then I could not only see Stein's soul but every soul in the city. And there was this gigantic soul that covered the whole city. Stein explained that was Lord Death's soul, I knew Lord Death was supposed to be powerful but…wow.

"Now that you can use Soul Perception, I want you to try something," Stein said. "Focus on my soul and see what happens." I didn't know what the point was but I did it anyway. I focused on Stein's soul, which didn't fit in my living room/kitchen, and then every characteristic, trait, and fault Stein had popped into my mind. Just by looking at his soul I could see everything that made Stein, Stein. I told Stein this and he just smiled, and then I asked why he wanted me to focus on his soul because I was still a little lost.

"I just wanted to make sure that you could use Soul Perception correctly," he answered nonchalantly. "I think we can call it a day, you should be able to attend classes soon at this rate, we still have a lot to go through though and we still need to pair you up with a weapon partner, but for now you can relax." Stein packed up his things and left with a simple head nod. When he was gone I went to my bedroom, which still had completely white walls. I flashed back to Stein's soul; it was stitched up and had a screw in it as well, made me wonder what my soul would look like. I took a bunch of blue paint and began painting what I thought my soul would look like, but I just ended up painting a cartoonish version of my head, definitely not one of my more creative moments. I heard a knock at the door and figured Stein had forgotten something. I opened the door and, to my surprise, I saw Maka.

"Hi Damian," she greeted.

"Uh…hi…" I replied a little shocked. I figured if I ever saw her again she'd avoid me or pretend I didn't exist. Yet here she was again, same friendly smile on her face.

"Can I come in?"

"…Eh…s-sure, I guess…" I stepped aside to let her in. She went to living room area and sat on one of the couches and I sat on the other.

"Um…d-do you want any…tea or…something?" I managed to ask.

"No I'm fine," she replied easily. "Listen Damian, I wanted to apologies for earlier, it was a bit of shock hearing that you're related to Prof. Stein." I just shrugged and a small smile. If I didn't know it I wouldn't believe that he and I were related, I thought. "Still I could have handled it a little better, there's nothing wrong with being related to him and I shouldn't have acted like that."

"I-it's fine. R-really…" Maka just smiled at me and then asked when I would start attending classes. I explained to her, as calmly as I could, that Stein was going to tutor me until I was able to join Crescent Moon. Maka listened patiently but then she seemed a bit shocked when I mentioned Crescent Moon.

"You're going to be joining Crescent Moon?" Maka asked a little concerned. I nodded confused at the question. "I'm in Crescent Moon, and everybody in Crescent Moon are juniors." I was shocked by that bit of news. "Is Stein really going to put you in there?" I shrugged. Maybe there's another Crescent Moon class, or Stein could've gotten the classes wrong. Even if Stein puts me in the same class as Maka I guess it would be okay, but why would Stein put me in a junior class when I'm only a freshman? "Well if you do get put in Crescent Moon and run into a snag I could always help you." Maka closed her eyes and grew a confident smile. "I happen to be at the top of my class." I couldn't help but smile. I found it kind of cute with how much pride she put into that title.

"Hey Maka are you in here?" a guy with white hair, red eyes, and sharp teeth asked as he knocked on the door then walked in anyway.

"I'm right here Soul," Maka said. Soul walked to us and looked at me with a uninterested expression.

"Is this guy our new neighbor?" he asked pointing at me.

"Yes Soul, this is Damian Fulsom. Damian this is my weapon partner Soul Eater."

"Hey."

"…Hi…"

"Not much of a talker, are you?" I shook my head. Soul only shrugged and motioned for Maka to get up and follow him. "Maka I got us mission nearby, let's go."

"Alright, see you around Damian." I waved as the two left. With nothing else to do I took out my sketch book. I figured I could walk around town and see what I can sketch, but that proud smile Maka gave off was still in my head. I opened my sketchbook and I, not to brag, perfectly sketched that adorable, proud smile.

Cole's POV

"Hello Cole, what's up?" the Grim Reaper greeted me when Sid had lead me to the Death Room.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Death," I replied.

"It's Lord Death," Sid explained.

"'Lord' Death? What makes you a lord?"

"Other than the fact I own the school and this city?"

"Point…"

"Now I heard you've had difficulties with other people because of your, "special", ability. But you shouldn't let that discourage you from obtaining the full DWMA experience!" What a polite way of saying "we'll still teach you even though you're a freak." I know these guys take in oddballs all the time and some have weapon forms that can manipulate fire too, but I bet none of them are like me. "So what do you think about the academy so far."

"It's…big…and apparently complicated."

"No one said the life of a Demon Weapon would be easy." Yes, according to Lord Death I'm a demon weapon. I have no idea what kind but I'm guessing it's a kind of weapon that makes fire, which would explain a lot. "But other than that did, Sid explain everything about the academy, Partnership, Living Arrangements, Name Change, etcetera?"

"Yeah, yeah, he explained-name change?"

"Oh yes! We give students the option to change their names while they attend classes here. But if you'd change your name you'd have to keep that name for a period of two years before you can change it back." Well that would be interesting. There's no doubt that my name is probably infamous around the country by now so I could benefit from being called something else for a while.

"Well then, I'd like to be called Pyro."

Damian's POV

Today, Stein was taking me to the Academy. Apparently they found a Demon Weapon that they would like me to partner up with.

"Why do I have to be paired

with this specific Demon Weapon?" I asked Stein as we walked up the enormous staircase leading to the Academy.

"Well I'm sure you know by now that Crescent Moon is full of juniors."

"Yeah, Maka told me."

"Are you getting "friendly" with Maka?"

"What?"

"Never mind, anyway like I said Crescent Moon is full of juniors. So any freshman weapon that I pair with you will be at a big disadvantage. So naturally we needed to find a demon weapon with enough knowledge to join Crescent Moon as well."

"And this one meets that quota?"

"Precisely."

"So I'm stuck being paired with this weapon no matter what?"

"No, I'm sure we can find someone else who can become a junior instantly. It's just that you're certain circumstances leave you with limited options."

"Great…"

Pyro's POV

Before I could start school I needed to be assigned a Meister. At least that's what Sid told me. But instead of pairing me up with some of their new meat, which would force me to start school as a freshman, they apparently found a Meister that would start school as a junior. I had a sort of an independent study about Souls in order to see if my power has something to do with my soul. According to Lord Death I knew enough to start as a junior. Sid had me wait in a small room that is reserved for special soul training.

"Now because of your certain condition we feel that you should first try to team up with this Meister," Sid told me as I waited for said Meister.

"Is he fireproof?" I asked discouraged.

"I wasn't talking about that. But with it being pointed out please do not burn this Meister."

"Yeah, yeah, I know the drill, if I barbecue the guy I get tossed out on my ass."

"We wouldn't throw you out if you accidently burn someone. We'd might imprison you, but that's only to protect you from the Meister's uncle."

"What are talking about?" I asked getting a bit nervous.

"You see, this Meister happens to be the nephew of Franken Stein."

"What?!" I only met Stein once and that was all it took to know he was completely insane. "What kind of freak are you trying to pair me up with?!" Sid only shrugged.

"I couldn't tell you, I never met the kid. Besides he's only Stein's nephew, they aren't that closely related."

"That doesn't help!" Then the door opened and I froze when I saw Stein walk in. Behind him was my new Meister, the spawn of the mad scientist, the super shy kid that could barely look at me…wait, what? Behind Stein was a kid with messy brown hair, blue eyes that hid behind black framed glasses, slightly pale skin, and he wore the clothes some kind of shut-in would wear not anything close to a mad scientist jr.

"Damian this is Pyro," Stein told the kid. "He's the weapon we'd like you to be partners with until further notice." He gave me a slight smile that still managed to send a chill up my spine. He and Sid left after Sid instructed us to meet them in the Dance Studio when we got acquainted. Damian would occasionally glance at me but then instantly go back to the floor.

"Seriously?" I asked aloud. "You're Stein's nephew?" Damian nodded slightly. "Sid scared the hell out of me making me think you were some kind of psycho like him." I heard Damian grumble a bit and he seemed to glare at the floor. I don't know why, but something about that angry rejected look on his face reminded me of me. "Sorry, no offense intended." Damian's face softened but he still wouldn't look at me for more than a few seconds. "Your name's Damian right?" Damian nodded.

"D-Damian...Fulsom…" he added timidly.

"Well them Fulsom, do you mind me calling you Fulsom?" Fulsom shook his head. "We better not keep the old guys waiting." I got up and walked out, with Fulsom trailing behind me. When I passed him I noticed I was about a head taller than him. As I walked to where this Dance Studio was supposed to be, I felt something weird. Like someone was watching me, no, not just watching, looking through me… I turned around and looked at Fulsom suspiciously and he looked away nervously, but I couldn't tell if he was trying to hide something or if this was his normal amount nervousness.

"Are you doing that?" I asked.

"D-doing what?"

"I don't know...I'm just getting this weird feeling...like something is looking through me…"

"Oh, y-yeah...that was me...I-I was...looking at your Soul…"

"You can do that?" Fulsom nodded. "What's my soul like?"

"It's...big, and...uh, on fire…"

"...My soul is on fire?" Fulsom nodded again. "Okay...I'll have to deal with that later…"

Damian's POV

Pyro and I entered the Dance Studio and saw Stein and Sid waiting for us.

"Are you two ready?" Sid asked.

"S-sure…" I said as Pyro just shrugged.

"Good, now we'll begin by having Pyro transform into his weapon form. Do you remember how to do it?"

"I never tried it but I remember what you told me to do…" Pyro closed his eyes and he began glowing white. His body seemed to jump into the air, spin around and morph in shape and size.

"Grab him!" Sid ordered me.

"O-okay!" I grabbed a part of Pyro that turned into a hilt. I swung Pyro down and the white light disappeared and Pyro became a big demonic sword you'd see in a Final Fantasy game. The hilt had a red demon eye that would move around like a human one.

"...I'm a sword…" his voice came from the sword. "I'm a fucking sword?! How does that make any sense?!" I had no idea what he was talking about but I didn't pry.

"Worry about it later," Stein ordered. "For now I want to test Damian's combat skills."

"...C-c-combat skills?" Stein didn't teach me anything about fighting!

"You're kidding me right?" Pyro asked as the demon eye looked at me.

"Relax Damian you'll be fine," Stein reassured me yet really failing to do so. Suddenly Stein lunged at me and I quickly blocked with Pyro's blade. I looked at him scared but Stein gave me a smile.

"Not bad…You seem to have blocking down."

"S-Stein…"

"Now let's test those reflexes." Stein grabbed Pyro's handle and threw him in the air. He then threw punches at me rapidly and somehow I managed to dodge them all. I couldn't believe it. I stepped back and caught Pyro while falling over in the process.

"You're reflexes are in good condition." Stein said turning his screw. He then stood in a defensive stance and motioned for me to come at him. "Now try attacking me."

"Uh...o-okay…" I ran to him and swung Pyro clumsily, Stein easily dodged and I nearly tripped over my own feet.

"Oh come on!" Pyro yelled at me, his demon eye becoming slanted showing he was mad.

"I'm sorry!"

"You need to calm yourself," Stein ordered. "You're constant nervousness and overthinking will be your downfall out on the field." That's easier said than done and he knows it! Being a nervous wreck and constantly over thinking everything is all I know!

Stop thinking...

What was that? I thought confused. I just heard some kind of voice in my head. Was it Pyro's? No, even if that was possible his voice and that one is completely different. It almost sounded like...mine…

Stop thinking...just do...

I looked at Stein. I kept thinking of how he could beat me up easily or how one tiny mistake from him could kill me. I began taking deep breaths and tried to clear my mind. Then I saw only Stein, my crazy uncle. I tightened my grip on Pyro and placed his blade on my right shoulder.

"Fulsom...what are you doing?" Pyro asked.

"I have absolutely no idea…" I said without stuttering. I ran towards Stein and swung Pyro down strongly. Stein jumped back, narrowly avoided getting cut.

"That's it! Now you're getting the hang of this!" I swung Pyro at Stein more firmly, yet he still expertly dodged my attacks. Stein kicked me, I blocked with Pyro in time but I was still thrown back slightly.

You're doing well...Now resonate with Pyro...

Now? I thought hoping the voice would hear it.

Yes, now…

Why was I listening to this voice? I asked myself. Yet I still followed it's order. I'm not exactly sure how I did, but I did it. I began resonating with Pyro.

"Woah! Fulsom, what are you…?" Pyro grew quiet as he felt our Soul's connect. stein looked at me puzzled as I kept resonating. I felt warm. And I saw Pyro's blade ignite with fire. Then I saw bits of fire sprout onto me and I panicked.

"Agh! I'm on fire!" I yelled. I dropped Pyro and began frantically patting the flames as Sid and Stein came to help me. But when I released Pyro the flames disappeared and I wasn't even burned.

"Are you alright?" Stein asked checking me for burn marks.

"I-I'm fine Stein," I said.

"Good. Now what happened?!"

"I-I'm not sure…" How am I supposed to explain that a voice in my head told me what to do.

"Whatever happened it looks like Pyro's fire will spread to his meister however or whenever he's used," Sid evaluated. "He might be too dangerous to wield."

"B-but I'm not burned!" I defended.

"Maybe, but I don't think you should pair up with him. I rather not explain to your mother about how you contracted third degree burns all over your body." I looked between Sid and Stein and looked for Pyro, I saw him leave quickly, looking completely rejected...

Pyro's POV

Well this has to be a new fucking record. I've only been here for a few days and I've already screwed up and have no other choice but to leave. Good thing I never unpacked, hopefully I can get to my car and skip town to avoid the whole "we have no choice" speech and Fulsom's psycho uncle. I was race walking down the giant staircase when I heard him again.

"P-Pyro wait!" I turned around and saw Fulsom rushing down the stairs towards me, Stein and Sid were watching from a distance. Fulsom didn't look burned so maybe the screw head won't try to kill me.

"Hey Fulsom," I replied casually.

"W-where you going?" he asked.

"I'm pretty sure I wore out my welcome so it's probably best if I just leave."

"I-it wasn't your fault! I-it was an accident...I-I shouldn't have tried that!"

"Nice of you say Fulsom, but my firepower is still here, and being my Meister will mean your in constant threat of being burned. You're probably better off finding someone else to be your partner." I turned around and began walking away again.

"I-I...I'm willing to keep trying!"

"Excuse me?" I asked turning around

"...I'm willing...t-t-to keep trying...y-you know...if you are you are, too."

"...Are you sure...Because I can't guarantee that if we keep trying that this little partnership of ours won't end well."

"W-well... we won't know...or, uh, even get there...u-unless we actually start." He held a shaky hand and looked at me with his big blue eyes. "P-Partners?" I glanced at Stein and Sid, they were a little worried, but not "completely" against the idea. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad being part of the DWMA.

"...Ah what the hell…" I grabbed his hand and shook. "Puh-Partners." Fulsom cracked a smile and snickered. I saw Stein and Sid smirk, they weren't going to stop this crazy duo from becoming Meister and Weapon.

Stein's POV

I walked into the Death Room where Lord Death was meeting me.

"What's up Stein," he asked in his usual manner when I walked in. "How's your nephew doing?"

"He's doing well, he just picked his weapon partner."

"Good for him! Now speaking of weapons we've recently recruited a new demon weapon. He's a bit on the strange side so I'd like you to help him find a partner. His name is…"

"Pyro? I know about him, he's who my nephew paired up with."

"Really? Well isn't that killing two birds with one stone. Well done Stein!"

"Thank you, now I trust you know why I'm here?"

"Yes, I've already sent word to him. He should be calling us any second now." When he finished speaking his mirror began to ripple and Free the Wolfman appeared on it.

"You've got a lot of nerve calling me Death," Free snarled. "What? Are you going to try and convince me to stop running and turn myself in? Well forget it!"

"That's not why we called Free," I explained.

"Then why did you call me?"

"We called to tell you that the time has come," Lord Death replied.

"Time for what?"

"You didn't forget did you?"

"I forgot my own name because of you!"

"Did you forget the reason you stole that witch eye in the first place?" I asked.

"No I…" Free's eyes widened when he realised what we were talking about. "Oh, so it's time for that."

"Yup," Lord Death replied cheerfully.

"And you know who it is?"

"We've always known," I told him.

"What?! And you didn't tell me?!"

"It didn't matter at the time."

"Didn't matter?! He's in constant danger of his father's enemies!"

"They haven't found out about him yet, they probably don't even know he exists."

"Probably? That's all you got? They 'probably' don't know he's you-know-who's heir and the secret to gaining everything he has! You know what, fuck it, I don't care. Just tell me where he is so I can protect him."

"He's here," Lord Death answered. "And he'll be attending the Academy soon." Free's expression went blank.

"He's with you…Of course he's with you, where else would he be! Now how am I supposed to do my job without getting arrested?!"

"Don't worry Free," I said. "I have a plan for you to both complete your task and avoid getting arrested."

"And how's that going to work?"

"Listen up and pay attention. This is only the beginning of a long and complicated plan."

And that's it for the Prologue. Definitely a step up from the last one. I'll update this story as soon as I can but I need to work on my other fanfictions as well as my own original work. So see you all next time...this is the Bio-Devil!