Male! Crona x Insane! Scythe meister! Reader "It'll be alright"

Chapter 1 - Meeting

Crona sat on a railing of the DWMA, deep in thought. He loved it there, yet felt conflicted. What he's done to them, he felt horrible about. No, horrible couldn't describe his feelings for what he's done to this amazing place. It was treacherous, horrifying, terrible... those were all synonyms, but of all the words you could think of, none could describe how he felt. He felt he had a great need he was in Maka's debt and that he had to do something for her. He wanted to make good use of himself, not some bad use, like Medusa made him do.
He sobbed quietly into his hands, saying, "how can I deal with something like this?! I didn't deserve the help of Maka... I'm horrible..."
Ragnarok popped out of his back, hitting him on the head, shouting, "Oi! Stop being such a cry baby and make do with yourself!"
The pinkette frowned, not crying. "That hurt... And how am I supposed to do that?" He wondered.
"Crona~!" He heard Maka call, as she ran towards where he was.
She continued, Soul as his scythe in her hand. "We just got a new job from Lord Death, and we may need your help... It has to do with someone trying to make a kishin, again, and a witch may be behind it, also. We can't do this with just Soul, Black*Star, Tsubaki, Kid, Liz, Patty, and me. We need you to help, because this is a special mission, and we had a lot of trouble last time. Do you mind helping?" She smiled.
"S-sure, but I hope they won't be mad at me if I mess up..." He murmured, turning around and jumping off the railing, onto the balcony of one of the DWMA's floors.
"Okay, we're going to Paris for this mission. All the souls have been taken around one of the most famous churches there, Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Paris. Is that all right?" She said, walking with Crona down the stairs to the bottom of the academy. He nodded, putting his right arm over his left nervously.
When they finally got out of the DWMA, Kid explained what they were going to do and how they were going to attack. The plan they had, well, you'll find that out later.
~Time skip to when they get there, brought to you by not being able to deal with this~

~Different POV time~

You sat in the middle of the Cathedral, your eyes closed, your legs crossed. Your scythe partner, Catalonia, sat in your lap. You've never seen her human form. You didn't even know if she was human. All you knew is that sometimes when you go somewhere, she appears in your hand. Catalonia was a large scythe, around 5'5" tall with a 2-3 foot long blade. She looked like a practical "grim reaper" scythe, with the long, curved, sharp edge at the front of the blade. The color of it itself was a dark, dull gray. At the handle of it, rested a very realistic, yet small skull. Below that, a simple soul was carved and colored. The soul resembled yours, well. It had a red hue to it, overcome by madness that you couldn't swat away. Your soul gave off a madness wavelength, which you'd gotten, thanks to the great kishin affecting you horridly. You were completely overcome by madness, but there was a small shred of sanity. That tiny bit might just save your life. You smiled widely, the cathedral was filled with people who come here to tour it, or just hang out. Obviously, they were rowdy teenagers.
And oh, you hated that.
"Ahh~ You're so loud, I can't concentrate." You said, standing up, revealing your insane-induced eyes. You swung your scythe around in a steady circle, one, two, three, four times. This was apparently the number of death. In seconds, people were down on the ground, trembling, some not even breathing. This was how your wavelength was. It induced paranoia, horror, fear, nightmares, anxiety, and insanity. If you swung your scythe in a clockwise circle four times, half or more of the people in the room would die, most likely from too much paranoia. This was your Insane Resonance, as you liked to call it. But this wasn't all of your capabilities. Your (color) hair was kept short so it would never get in your way, you'd cut it off with your scythe one day.
You said, "Oops, look what happened to you guys... Weaklings don't deserve to survive the madness~!"
You laughed, voice filled with insanity and you swung it around again, shouting, "SOUL RESONANCE: MEISTER HUNTER!" In four swings, the size of the blade was three times as large, it now had a bright red/purple hue to it, making it brighter. A blue soul was carved into the side of this resonance's, representing the human soul. You swung once to the right, once to the left. This successfully killed everyone, despite it only touching few, as you also ran around, swinging at survivors.
You walked back to the center of the room and held Catalonia up, saying, "eat up."
Her radio-like sounding voice said, "thank you for the meal," as all the souls entered the bottom of the scythe, her making an eating sound.
You sat down again, Catalonia in your lap again. You heard a bang! The door was kicked in by someone who looked about 15, with 3 stripes in his hair and guns in his hands.
He shouted, "stop right there, in the name of the Shinigami Lord Death and Death Weapon Meister Academy!"
You tilted your head to the side, "what did I do? Did I do something wrong?"
The kid (haha, Kid, kid. //shot) yelled again, "Of course you did! You fed all those human souls to your weapon, even though they weren't even falling into the path of being a kishin! Tell me, what is your affiliation?"
"Madness..."