Fight of the Shinigami

In the executioner's lair, a white girl's body was being decapitated with a favored golden scythe. As the executioner swung the scythe in a repeated, synthetic motion, the girl still lied limp in a heap of blood and flesh. The foul stench of the decaying body overcame the killer's senses.



The masked executioner, obviously female, uncovered her mask and looked motionless at the girl's body. The executioner dropped her scythe as if she was suddenly hypnotized. "SIRE!" The executioner heard a gruff, loud voice that resonated through the Manor of Vielle.



She didn't stop because of the voices, but rather a black cat that encroached towards the sneaky murderer. Blood covered all of her slip, and her amethyst eyes blurred with tears at the revelation of a dead body. The cat dipped its precious head down as if it personified a friar giving his last wishes.



"The Hell are ye doin' 'ere? HAVE AT THEE, SCOUNDREL!!" The executioner's long, white curls were drenched with angry sweat as she swung furiously at the cat.



The executioner reached for her scythe again and pounced at the black cat in a tearful fit of rage. Just as quickly as the feline appeared, the black cat leaped out of harm's way, right into a blue hole.



The lady's nostrils flared at the energy that was exerted. She didn't know how long she was going to chase that cat, but whatever it was, she had to recover herself quickly. The blue hole didn't close up immediately, and she was able to grasp at the feline's frisky tail. She could even hear meowing from ahead. "Ah, screw 'dis..." She knew she had to go after the cat, but her work was not to be interrupted. The black cat's meow was just an echo. The lady took her scythe and decided to cut the hole to see why it didn't close. Her yama would totally intervene her jolly hobbies.