The DSM?
PrologueLord Death stood facing his mirror with his back to Sid, contemplating the recent events.
"Sir?" Sid spoke up.
"Hmm?" Lord Death turned around to face the zombie teacher.
"What do you want us to do now that the kishin has been revived?"
Death stood silent only for a moment before responding with the obvious answer Sid had been waiting for.
"Send word to all the death scythes and tell them to assemble here in Death City."
"Of course." said Sid as he turned to leave the death room.
Just before he left, Sid thought of one more thing.
"Do you want me to also send word to the DSM to come here as well?"
Death turned to face his mirror again, his light voice became laced with worry and, oddly, a sort of grief.
"Yes. We will need every asset we've got."
"Okay." Sid said briefly before leaving the room.
"I just hope it is the right decision." he whispered to himself.
The problem with that was that he wasn't really alone.
Author's Note:Ok so I know I didn't describe the characters but if you are reading this then I think it is safe to assume you have seen the series before and know what they look like. Also, this is my first story so please no flames or degrading comments because if you hate it that much you shouldn't even be reading it. Constructive criticism and reviews are greatly appreciated. Hope you like it.