Blossom or Wilt? ~ A Soul Eater Fanfiction

17. A Twisted Past for an Innocent Girl?

The teachers all listened with identical expressions of disbelief as Mariko began her story.

“I suppose it’s a little late in the game to say that my mother is a horrible person. She has always been the kind of woman who believed the only way to attain anything in life was through trial and error. She learned from the best, she’d say. After all, she always spoke of Medusa as a role model,” Mariko spoke with a distant, unreadable expression, as she opened herself up for the entire staff.

“She lives to continue Medusa’s black blood research, no matter the price. She constantly brought people to the house, in hopes they were a perfect candidate to become stronger. Eventually, my mother discovered witch blood was the perfect specimen to hold such madness without being overcome by insanity.”

The way Mariko spoke throughout her story, was a side of her Saki had never seen. She sounded… disgusted, as if the entire crowd were peeling open her skin to peer into her heart.

And maybe they were.

“Of course, black blood is still experimental. Anything could happen. Devy is a witch of extreme power and therefore one who could not put her own life in danger. However, she still needed the strength of black blood. What better way to solve such an issue than to have a child who could handle the immense madness of the black blood as well as magic? My mother captured a young man who followed Arachne, hoping he would be willing to further her dreams. It just so happened that he was a Weapon as well as an incredibly great match for the blood. Devy posed that a child with magic who was also a demon weapon would be an exceptional candidate.

"As such I was born, though no one is perfect," she continued, "she was undeterred, despite my inability to provide said perfection; continuing to inject my young body with black blood. As I am only a child, I cannot handle such extreme doses of madness, and often spiral into uncontrollable fits of insanity. My mother felt I was broken beyond repair and felt it was unnecessary to allow me to live, thus abandoning me unconscious on the steps of the DWMA. As I’m sure you can gather, the witch Devy has no compassion for even her own child, and will stop at nothing to accomplish her deepest desire.”

The room was silent as Mariko finished, the buzz of dread and fear muted momentarily. “Thank you, Mariko,” Death said, “anyone have questions they wish to ask this young girl?”

“What’s Devy’s power?” one teacher shouted.

Mariko pursed her lips, as if she wanted nothing more than to leave the deathroom and be done with it all. “I used to see light, fragments of it, coming from beneath her door. She probably uses that, if I had to guess.”

“What about the black blood? Was she successful in using it on herself?”

The girl shrugged once more. “I wasn’t there long enough to find out.”

“What about you? What’s your power?”

“Mine?” she blushed, “I’m actually not sure; I haven’t ever used it."

The room was silent. “Meeting adjourned,” Lord Death said, “don’t worry, though, because this is far from over. The war has just begun.”