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[x_Death the Girl_x]

((IMPORTANT: So DtG is a peculiar being. She is a human who has some Shinigami blood flowing through her veins and is NOT Kid's genuine sister; this phenomenon is better described in her profile. What this means: Gal's Shinigami blood can overpower her own, and has in a sense, less control over this than Kid. At the same time, she is more in tune with this side and can better use it's abilities. Though Gal has the mindset of a God - better described below - she has the body of a fortified human, as in her body works better because Shinigami DNA has caused changes like harder skin, etc. This is a problem and an advantage at the same time.

Ambiguous statements were made on purpose - this is thru her POV, and her mind sees herself as a god whos taking a physical form in this plane. So she will not recognize certain things that are happening because her mind has not and will not accept that her body is human. Isn't godmodding, before someone gets on my case about it.

NO ONE CAN TELL THAT GAL HAS AN IMPROVED BUT COMPLETELY HUMAN BODY. SHE DOES NOT KNOW HER TRUE ORIGINS, AND NO ONE RIGHT NOW HAS THE ABILITY TO EVEN HINT AT IT.))
"Do you not think your weapon would have transformed and returned to you if she could? What limited thought processes humans have!" Death the Gal marveled. 

The shadows from the weapon picked up heavily, and they began to stab into her wavelength. The Shinigami cloak made up of her wavelength became aggravated, jutting out angrily with almost indignation. It of course, could not physically harm anyone, but touching one of the now still and protruding spikes was not something that someone would readily do. Gal's eye twitched in pain at the constant stabbing in her hand, and it seemed to her that the shadows in her back were multiplying in order to attempt to overpower her Shinigami wavelength. But of course her wavelength-turned-Shinigami cloak flattened across her body and tried to form a shield against the stabbing. It stopped the shadows from breaking her skin. But it could not stop a steady humdrum of dull pain beating against her back. 

It was a formidable wavelength, Gal thought. For a human weapon.

Gal bit her tongue when she thought this. For some reason, Gal was very intune with her Shinigami side, but it sometimes felt like that side overpowered her own consciousness sometimes. This disturbing thought came to her after she's torn a Kishin apart barehandedly, especially because she could not recall when and how she killed it. 

Apparently, it was very gruesome.

Gal had entered a state of depression that day. It was so unlike herto be that way. Though staid at times, Gal was actually a kind and understanding person who in non serious situations seemed to have a spring on her step. 

Death certainly did not accommodate to that. 

But whenever Gal relied on her Shinigami powers too much, they changed her. Made her darker, crueler, with a superiority complex. It was never bloodthirst that filled her veins at this time: only cool, unfeeling steel incapable of summoning compassion for anyone or anything.

The ideal mindset of Death.

That was enough for Gal to feel uncertain about herself whenever she 'let go'. Her eyes narrowed at the stabbing and her hand remained immobile, but Gal was otherwise unaffected.  Gal's hand was not covered by her wavelength, and the stabbing eventually broke through her pallid skin, blood gushing out in response.

Though Gal's mindset and powers were changed to that of a god's, her body was not. The blood dipped down into a small puddle next to Gal, and her senses roared at this. Terrible terrible, disgusting impure human blood!  Her mind did not recognize it as her own and Gal flinched and stepped away from the puddle. Her hand had a deep wound now, but the Shinigami skin ((actually fortified human skin)) stopped the shadows from stabbing right through her hand. The blood continued to drop down, and Gal's eyes flashed with tacit disgust.

The human walked towards her, eyes full of intent. His feeble mouth moved and made the motions of speech, but Gal did not absorb anything he said. She felt a fellow gods power intensify and scream its righteous fury as it hurled towards the human. Gal's brethren's energy crashing ino the ground but yards away from her.

The great explosion that came with it made her soul dance with joy at having a fellow god create such a wonderful thing. Gal felt joyous, already forgetting the red, human, IMPERFECT blood that was rushing down her hand, but the only sign was a slight smile that played on her lips. 

The smoke and dust that came with surrounded Gal, and air vibrated with Kid's power, Gal's hair moving crazily. You could barely see her admiring her bretheren's power. Her eyes shone through the smoke like flashlights, an she could see the human getting nearer. she paid no mind to this - her brethren was exciting her.

The young goddess felt something enter her aura and she frowned when the human lifted her up by the neck. The imperfect being sought to grab her numb hand, as Gal could tell by the human's pawing around her wavelength-turned-cloak. Actually, Gal was not sure if he succeeded in taking her hand. He might've been squeezing the light out of her small wrist for all she noticed.

Her mind was too absorbed in something else she had discovered.

Death the Gal's laugh was harmonious in an eerie way - it seemed to resound from the mansion walls, but the creepy part about it was how inhuman and yet incredibly human it sounded. It still could be picked up by human ears, but it did not have a set timbre, so it didnt sound exactly human.

She laughed in sudden understanding after being in such proximity with the humans soul and having the imperfect thing within the confines of her wavelength. Her not yet fully activated Shinigami Vision helped towards this end, and her Perception revealed so much more...

"I see!" Gal's voice chose a steady and detectable timbre, but her voice echoed around anyways. "You have the Mark! That explains everything! You've been touched by Death before," Gal's eyes shone with discovery.

"You desire something beyond this world. For my kind to turn back the flow of Time to retrieve them unscathed and unaffected. 

You want me to bring them back." 

Gals wavelength was slowly making its way around the human's body, coiling around his legs in an almost jeering manner. She was certain the human knew who she was talking about. Who else but his own imperfect brethren?

"Since you've come this far, you deserve to hear the following," Gal declared benevolently. She craned her face foward, her orange eyes casting a strange light over her wavelength that was still making its way behind the human. It had almost completely isolated them at this point, and the sun wasn't getting through very well.

"I can do that."

Death the Gal's eyes, beneath the warm glow, were honest.

"Time belongs to us. We can change its flow and bring the fallen ones back."

Gal was not lying; she could never lie in this state - gods had no need for such human things. The young goddess could in fact turn back the Time and observe the removal of Death herself, even without the aid of her father. It was not too difficult, in fact. 

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Her smile was cold and small.

" I would not do it for you, though." she whispered as her wavelength seemed to waggle and laugh at this other true statement. It now completely isolated the two of them in a ball of wavelength, though it blocked all but a few slivers of sunlight, it was not a physical barrier.

"Scum like you deserves to rot in their self misery. But perhaps if you were to ask for forgiveness, I might reconsider. But in the meantime -"

Her eye twitched for a totally different reason before her face became absolutely feral.

"TAKE YOUR DISGUSTING HANDS OFF ME!"

Gal's face was shrouded by dark shadows as her cloak grew in size and expanded to a formidable size, like a cat's fur standing on end. An unearthly wind blew through that and her hair, the white Sanzu lines and her orange glowing eyes the only indicators that there was a being within that pitch black darkness.

Her physical body was now tainted by human imperfections. Because of a human. The AUDACITY! 

"YOU DARE TO TAINT A HIGHER BEING THAN YOU?! INSOLENT HUMAN!!" Gal snarled furiously.

Her voice echoed harshly and it sounded even less human now. The enraged Shinigami suddenly dissolved into her wavelength and it now completely cut the two of them off from the rest of the world. From the outside, the wavelength seemed to become smokey and condensed before whooshing  foward and then flying straight up into the heavens.

Meanwhile, Gal had managed to Shinigami chop the arm grasping her neck with her hand, pushing the locked elbow back to weaken the arm. She reached through the darkness that was her wavelength to grab his shirt and hurl him back to the ground, her strength increased by he resonance and her Shinigami powers.

Still wrapped in a ball of black smoky wavelength, she shot down and reappeared next to her brethren.  Her face was stony in silent anger, and she could not register the blood dripping down her hand. She would not have to worry about it anyways - REGEN was already taking place and the wound was slowly but surely closing up.  

[x_Death the Girl_x]

"EVIL?!" Death the Gal scorned.

"Not even I have seen true Evil, and I have lived much longer than you ever will. No being remains unchanged by seeing Evil. The Order we Shinigami have placed on this world has no true Good or Evil: only those who stand with us or against us. You believe there is fault in our Order? Our reign has lasted the longest of all previous ones. Our Order is more perfect than any human Order shall ever be! We are Pure Soul and minimal animal. YOU humans are half Soul half animal. Your word is automatically invalid because of your origins!"

Gal lifted her wounded hand - it was now healed and empty, no longer holding something that may have had importance before - without thinking and felt something warm collide against her forearm. Smoke surrounded her and Gal's eyes glowed dangerously. Was that a bomb? How annoying.

Gal's forearm had a few scorch marks and she shook her head in disgust. These people were deadset on tainting her clothes and skin. Disgusting. She was about to throw a violent tantrum when the human said something interesting.

"Better place after Death?" Gal actually smiled baring her teeth.

"That's what you want to believe. Not even we know what happens after Death. We have a theory about what THEY do, but THEY will not tell us." Gal was not about to clarify about whom she was talking about.

"Do not fret. You too will know what happens after Death. Sooner than you think. Much sooner. Or would you rather I kill you now?"

She couldnt though. In this state, she could see the other planes more clearly. This human would not die here. He would a bit later on. However, Gal was not going to let him leave unscathed. And he didnt have to know she could not kill him. Her eyes turned into catlike slits and she took out her weapons from their hilts. She mentally told them to not be afraid a her wavelength gushed through them.

"My father is proud. My brethren understands. YOU. Have no say. You don't understand. I DON'T UNDERSTAND!" Gal bellowed as she shot foward, wrapped in a ball of smokey wavelength, blades hacking mercilessly.

"WHY STRUGGLE? WE SHINIGAMI HAVE DONE SO MUCH FOR YOU HUMANS! WE'VE PROTECTED YOU, SAVED YOUR WORLD FROM CHAOS, ADVANCED YOUR CIVILIZATION! WITHOUT US-"

Gal suddenly stopped her flurry and reappeared, a golden Shinigami shield dissapitaing the little smoke left and rushing foward towards the human. It would not stop until it hit a wall, because Gal wanted it that way.


"You would be extinct! Stop and submit. You may think we're not perfect. But what we can offer is better than what any human can." Gal now looked at a new soul. Originally Half human, half animal but its ancestors had Pure Soul injected into them -

"A witch." Gal spat. Followers of Chaos. This one's soul had fox ears. And the human's face - his soul swelled with love and admiration. Poor poor human. He was seduced.

"You are with her, human? I see. You are just a mere tool. And here I was thinking you were using your free will.

Godforsaken witch! Reaping Rules do not apply to your type, and I will not hesitate in sending your soul to the Other Side!"

Gal's wavelength became clawlike and stooped over the witch, seeming as if it were about to tear the witch to shreds. Not that it could. It WAS just a wavelength...

"Who are you and what do you seek from us Shinigami? If you answer thoroughly, I will spare you a harsh Death at my hands."