Look, before this goes anywhere, it was an accident. Not on purpose. Hadn't even crossed my mind. But it did. It happened. Of course, it did. But maybe I should Introduce myself. I am a reaper, Death The Kid's older sister, and the oldest child in the family.

My name is Athena Artemis Death. My mom's dead, thank-you very much, and even though I will touch on her slightly, I won't go very in-depth with her story. My dad (obviously) lives inside the DWMA and since I just stopped going to classes, I can't remember the last time I saw his face. Or, should I say, Mask. And then my brother. He's SOOO funny to annoy. A simple brush of his hair in the right place reminds him of the three white stripes and he gets knocked unconscious with a nose bleed. I can bug him until the point where he won't wake up for ATLEAST a day, and even then he's kinda woozy. And me. I've got purple hair, but I dye it black as soon as it turns purple again. I also die three white stripes into the right side of my hair. I've got bangs and my hair goes down to my lower back. My eyes were originally a purpley pink colour, but now I wear golden contacts like my brother. Because no matter how much I tease him, I deep down think he looks kinda hot. . . . IF he wasn't my brother of course. Ick. Besides, I'm already head over heels for my SUPER attractive weapon partner Fyre Skye Icia, who looks amazing even when we're both covered in sweat and blood from fighting kishin.

It all started the day I turned to Fyre and said "Do you think it's possible to stop hunting for kishin for a while?"

"Why? Is something wrong 'Thena?" He looked at me with those handsome green eyes.

We were sitting under an apple tree in California on a summit overlooking a forest. You don't generally see this, but there we were. The sky was bright blue and cloudless. It was comfortably warm and our shoulders were touching.

"Nothing's wrong. Just thought maybe you and I could head back to the academy. You know, catch up with old friends, attend some classes?" I avoid his eyes now and look down the mountain. "Forget it."

"No, I like it. Sounds like a good idea."

"Really?" I ask, hoping for a miracle.

"Really, Really," Fyre responds. He plucks me an apple, and I eat half. When I offer him the other half, he takes it.

"Do you wanna leave now? It's a long way 'till Death City," He turns and begins to stand up.

"No. Let's stay here. Let's just enjoy the afternoon." I say. He sits back down and I rest my head on his shoulder. And enjoy the afternoon, we did.

"Can't this bike go any faster?" I complain, as we ride through out the desert to Death City. We could have taken the original route, The bridge, but It was crowdless this way and it was so much more fun bouncing around on the bike over the dunes.

"God. It's a motorcycle, not a private jet. It can only go so fast," Fyre says turning around to face me. It's an awkward position and soon he shifts so we were back in our original position. Not to say that wasn't awkward as well. My arms tight around his waist, pressed up close behind him . . .

"Brake, Brake, Brake, Brake, BRAKE!" I yell at him.

He continues to ride however and I am forced to jump off the bike. I hit the dunes and the quickly shift to make me more comfortable. Being a reaper, and all that. I look over at him and the bike fast enough to watch him get blown 30 feet to my left.

"What the hell was that?!" Fyre says getting up and checking the bike.

I don't say it, but it was that glowing dome you always see above Death City. It was a protective spell, cast by a friendly witch (of which we will come back to), to protect her two children and husband within Death City. But, It also protects EVERYONE in Death City. To enter, you must have a pure, calm, soul or the powers equal to a reaper. That means I can walk right through whenever I feel like it, but the force of the bike hitting the barrier must of come off as negative, hence the flying experience.

I walk over to the barrier, and beckon him over. He grabs his bike, and starts walking it over to where I stand. I walk through, then turn around to face him. I stick my hand through the dome so it's half in and half out. The, I stick my other hand in right next to my other one. I expand it like it's a hole until it's the size of a doorway. I pull out my hands and he walks through. I jump, grab the top part of the door, and pull gently so it's like the whole was never there. I pull my hands out and begin to walk forward, until I sense something un-natural from the academy. Madness. Seeping madness. The exact same madness Asura gave off. The exact same. I take off in a sprint and run towards the staircase to end of the bridge, which is near the entrance to Death City. That madness wave-length could mean only one thing. . . . something had happened to the Deamon God. And from there, there was only one thing. Asura had resurected, or he was going to be.