A Soul's Songbook: All Hail The Serpent Queen
Title: Shadows In A Mirror
Rating: G for this chapter
Type: Multi-chapter
Genre: Drama/Romance
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater and am making no profit off of this. The song lyrics belong to Chris Isaak
Summary: History repeats itself. A war was inevitable. But to Stein, there was only one person who could win.
I'm watching somebody's world at an end.
And wishing that somehow we could love again.
Shadows in a mirror tell me that I'm wrong.
Shadows in a mirror, tell me that we're through.
Chris Isaak, Shadows In A Mirror
Medusa had woken up to a loud sound down the hall, and had not waited to jump out of her warm bed and bolt down the stone hallway. She really should have known it would merely be her sister tossing another servant out.
"You mind keeping it down?!" The younger sister griped. "Some of us are trying to sleep!"
"At one in the afternoon?" Arachne had responded coolly, smoothing her makeup line to invisibility before opting to slip on some lipstick to match her dress. "Sister dear, sleeping this late is bad for your skin."
That had earned a faint twitch. "Arachne...some of us have things to do at night."
Arachne smiled at her sister, getting up and messing with her hair. "You might want to go ahead and go back to bed, then."
"What are you dressed up for anyway?" Medusa asked, looking over the slinky floor-length satin dress that threatened to come off should her sister sneeze.
"Going out for a while. Entertain Mother?"
"You know I can't, I've had this experiment going for a month and I need to be there --"
"Thanks, Sister, I knew you could be trusted. I don't see the big issue with me going out with someone of less-than-noble breeding anyway."
"Just don't taint my bloodline."
Arachne laughed. "Don't worry, it's just a phase, I'll be over it in a while."
Medusa sighed, stretching and going for a bath first, since her studies were going to be put on hold until Arachne returned home. There was worse, she supposed. It wasn't as if Arachne went on dates every day with the lowest of the low. She could cover her, for now, so long as her bloodline could not be tapped into by some rogue mage that wanted instant fame.
Sighing, the blonde got out and slipped to the office where she knew that her mother would be.
Mabaa was still, in all reality, a very handsome woman. She had taken her apparent age into her early fifties, carrying it well with her thick black hair and violet eyes. If Arachne were to grow older and appear as their mother, she would be very fortunate. She was, apparently, the spitting image of her mother in her prime, just as Medusa appeared as her father's daughter. This worked just as well for Medusa; she was rather alright with being the plain one compared to the other three. Of course, she was the youngest, and she knew that meant that she was likely going to be the lucky one.
Strangely, though, her eldest sister, Kallisto, was in the office, flipping viciously through pages.
"...Kallisto?"
"I'm busy."
"Why are you in Mother's office?"
"Can't explain."
"..."
"Mom's in the garden with Free. Go there. And tell Arachne to stop fucking alchemists, it's unsightly."
Medusa sighed...then it hit her. "Wait, Arachne's...?"
"Yeah. Be smart, Medusa, save that for a good Kishinist man who will produce you plenty of daughters."
Medusa nodded. That had been the original plan anyway. "Well, see you."
"Bye."
The young blonde frowned, not able to help but wonder what has gotten into her sisters as of late. Kallisto had been a little off her rocker ever since the death of her twin, Psyche, and Arachne was messing with things no respectful witch would ever. She decided to not worry so much about it, and do one quick check on her experiment before joining her mother and her consort.
She stepped up to the ornate mirror, once again admiring the obsidian framework, running her hands over it, feeling the charge of strong psychic energy protecting it. This was, as far as she has been told, the mirror that causes so many problems wherever it went. Inside was a world that she should never touch, that no one should be able to. Behind that powerful seal was Death himself, and his lovely home built kingdom that he had been banished to upon his defeat by the Kishin.
It had been a long-term goal for Medusa to find a way to defeat the powerful magic of Asura that bound this world away from the other. If she would be able to, she would overcome the gods themselves and proudly claim Shinigami-sama and his lands as her own. This was all she wanted. In her eyes, it wasn't much. Medusa was aware of the risks, and had calculated them carefully, and she was fairly certain that if she could break Asura's magic, then she would be able to fend off Shinigami-sama. Of course, she could be wrong and Shinigami-sama will not only kill her, but be unleashed upon the universe to let history repeat itself as he seeks out Asura...but risks were just a part of research.
Mabaa had received it at the end of the war for safekeeping. Now, Medusa was borderline obsessed. Something about the appeal was...irresistible. All this power, someday, could be hers.
She slowly held tightly onto the sides, focusing a portion of her magic into the palms on her hands.
"Nake, snake, cobra coburbra..."
Dark energy formed from her body, into her palms, against the glass....
....Nothing.
Medusa sighed, dejected, before going up to her mother.
*********
Stein looked at his reflection in the mirror, in slight wonder.
It was not normal. He could feel the evidence, he just wasn't sure how. This was...different. Unwelcome. He wanted to both draw himself closer and run away from it at the same time.
"What are you doing?" the short man snapped. "Hurry up!"
He jumped nearly a mile in the air. "Coming, sir!"
He straightened his oversized clothes as much as possible, following the short man through the catacombs that surrounded the Mirror, memorizing his way back to it, just in case something of the sort would need to happen.
"This is the work area, Stein," he quipped. "Your station is researching weapon wavelengths. You like this kind of thing, right?"
"Yes sir."
"Good. Report to Adonias when you are settled in."
He nodded, looking around, and immediately getting his area prepared. He was pretty sure that he should be taking classes for this kind of work, but he could always do that when he earns the money for his tuition.
All in all...at least he was working.
Rating: G for this chapter
Type: Multi-chapter
Genre: Drama/Romance
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater and am making no profit off of this. The song lyrics belong to Chris Isaak
Summary: History repeats itself. A war was inevitable. But to Stein, there was only one person who could win.
I'm watching somebody's world at an end.
And wishing that somehow we could love again.
Shadows in a mirror tell me that I'm wrong.
Shadows in a mirror, tell me that we're through.
Chris Isaak, Shadows In A Mirror
Medusa had woken up to a loud sound down the hall, and had not waited to jump out of her warm bed and bolt down the stone hallway. She really should have known it would merely be her sister tossing another servant out.
"You mind keeping it down?!" The younger sister griped. "Some of us are trying to sleep!"
"At one in the afternoon?" Arachne had responded coolly, smoothing her makeup line to invisibility before opting to slip on some lipstick to match her dress. "Sister dear, sleeping this late is bad for your skin."
That had earned a faint twitch. "Arachne...some of us have things to do at night."
Arachne smiled at her sister, getting up and messing with her hair. "You might want to go ahead and go back to bed, then."
"What are you dressed up for anyway?" Medusa asked, looking over the slinky floor-length satin dress that threatened to come off should her sister sneeze.
"Going out for a while. Entertain Mother?"
"You know I can't, I've had this experiment going for a month and I need to be there --"
"Thanks, Sister, I knew you could be trusted. I don't see the big issue with me going out with someone of less-than-noble breeding anyway."
"Just don't taint my bloodline."
Arachne laughed. "Don't worry, it's just a phase, I'll be over it in a while."
Medusa sighed, stretching and going for a bath first, since her studies were going to be put on hold until Arachne returned home. There was worse, she supposed. It wasn't as if Arachne went on dates every day with the lowest of the low. She could cover her, for now, so long as her bloodline could not be tapped into by some rogue mage that wanted instant fame.
Sighing, the blonde got out and slipped to the office where she knew that her mother would be.
Mabaa was still, in all reality, a very handsome woman. She had taken her apparent age into her early fifties, carrying it well with her thick black hair and violet eyes. If Arachne were to grow older and appear as their mother, she would be very fortunate. She was, apparently, the spitting image of her mother in her prime, just as Medusa appeared as her father's daughter. This worked just as well for Medusa; she was rather alright with being the plain one compared to the other three. Of course, she was the youngest, and she knew that meant that she was likely going to be the lucky one.
Strangely, though, her eldest sister, Kallisto, was in the office, flipping viciously through pages.
"...Kallisto?"
"I'm busy."
"Why are you in Mother's office?"
"Can't explain."
"..."
"Mom's in the garden with Free. Go there. And tell Arachne to stop fucking alchemists, it's unsightly."
Medusa sighed...then it hit her. "Wait, Arachne's...?"
"Yeah. Be smart, Medusa, save that for a good Kishinist man who will produce you plenty of daughters."
Medusa nodded. That had been the original plan anyway. "Well, see you."
"Bye."
The young blonde frowned, not able to help but wonder what has gotten into her sisters as of late. Kallisto had been a little off her rocker ever since the death of her twin, Psyche, and Arachne was messing with things no respectful witch would ever. She decided to not worry so much about it, and do one quick check on her experiment before joining her mother and her consort.
She stepped up to the ornate mirror, once again admiring the obsidian framework, running her hands over it, feeling the charge of strong psychic energy protecting it. This was, as far as she has been told, the mirror that causes so many problems wherever it went. Inside was a world that she should never touch, that no one should be able to. Behind that powerful seal was Death himself, and his lovely home built kingdom that he had been banished to upon his defeat by the Kishin.
It had been a long-term goal for Medusa to find a way to defeat the powerful magic of Asura that bound this world away from the other. If she would be able to, she would overcome the gods themselves and proudly claim Shinigami-sama and his lands as her own. This was all she wanted. In her eyes, it wasn't much. Medusa was aware of the risks, and had calculated them carefully, and she was fairly certain that if she could break Asura's magic, then she would be able to fend off Shinigami-sama. Of course, she could be wrong and Shinigami-sama will not only kill her, but be unleashed upon the universe to let history repeat itself as he seeks out Asura...but risks were just a part of research.
Mabaa had received it at the end of the war for safekeeping. Now, Medusa was borderline obsessed. Something about the appeal was...irresistible. All this power, someday, could be hers.
She slowly held tightly onto the sides, focusing a portion of her magic into the palms on her hands.
"Nake, snake, cobra coburbra..."
Dark energy formed from her body, into her palms, against the glass....
....Nothing.
Medusa sighed, dejected, before going up to her mother.
*********
Stein looked at his reflection in the mirror, in slight wonder.
It was not normal. He could feel the evidence, he just wasn't sure how. This was...different. Unwelcome. He wanted to both draw himself closer and run away from it at the same time.
"What are you doing?" the short man snapped. "Hurry up!"
He jumped nearly a mile in the air. "Coming, sir!"
He straightened his oversized clothes as much as possible, following the short man through the catacombs that surrounded the Mirror, memorizing his way back to it, just in case something of the sort would need to happen.
"This is the work area, Stein," he quipped. "Your station is researching weapon wavelengths. You like this kind of thing, right?"
"Yes sir."
"Good. Report to Adonias when you are settled in."
He nodded, looking around, and immediately getting his area prepared. He was pretty sure that he should be taking classes for this kind of work, but he could always do that when he earns the money for his tuition.
All in all...at least he was working.