Disclaimer: I don't own Tokyo Ghoul that property belongs to the sadist Sui Ishida. But I do own my ocs and the Christian fantasy world I created. Stem from the inspiration of reading Watchman Nee, the author of The Latent Power Of the Human Soul.

Warning: This is an AU, it will have Christian Fantasy elements to this story. That's because I want to combine my love of Christianity, with Anime. If that bothers you in any way, you don't have to read it! Go elsewhere! Also, I don't mind the flames and constructive criticism so long if it's only to help me improve my skills as a writer.

AN: This is a Major AU, I'm doing this, not just for my own pleasure, but mainly to improve my grammar and writing skills. So please give me a break. I'm trying to sharpen my skills as a writer, and in hopes to utilize my writing skills with my artistic skills to become a future mangaka. I'm not a skilled writer, so if you can give me some pointers, or help me with Beta read, I'll be very grateful. Also this is meant to be humorous, so at least enjoy the humor that comes with this story.

PS. This story is a mix of both the anime and manga. And check out the looks of the characters at PSS. If it does seem Mary Sue to you, I don't care! Like I said before, this is just for fun, and a good way to improve my grammar skills.


Prologue

One summer night, a mother and daughter were saying goodbye to each other, in the privacy of their estate in the rural area of Japan. The only source of light in the darkness is the full moon illuminating the night sky, allowing enough visibility to see a figure of a man in a white robe standing patiently on the lawn.

"But mommy... I don't wanna go!" Whined a little Seven year old girl, she clutched tightly to her mother's sun-dress with pleading eyes.

Her mother Prima. A beautiful woman of Puerto Rican decent, with brunette hair, along with vivid green eyes, and olive skin, giving her a striking exotic appearance to those around her.

Standing alongside her daughter, she looked to her child, who was on the verge of tears and smiled reassuringly. Her little girl is going off to boarding school for the first time, and of course her daughter is frighten to be away from her family.

"Sweetie... don't worry, I'll come visit you every month... And hey... you get to stay with your big brother." Prima tried to soothe her daughter, who was still lamenting about the whole situation.

The little child stop sniffling, and perked up as she heard this.

"Really? Big brother will be there?" Inquired the small girl.

Prima crouched down to her daughter's height. "Mi Amore... I'm not going to lie to you... For the first five years, it will be enjoyable. It'll be like regular school, but aside from academics it also includes developing, and harnessing your powers, learning about the supernatural and how to combat them. You'll see and do amazing, wondrous things.

But at age 12, you will have to go through a hellish and arduous training... And will face many hardships and horrifying trails of the likes you'd never would've of imagining." Prima cautioned her daughter.

"Mommy... at least try to lie a little bit. I'm about wet myself here." The little girls started crying again from hearing this, burying her head in her mother's shoulder.

Prima withdrew her daughter from her, and gently lifted her chin, looking at her straight in the eyes.

"Now, now don't cry my little saint. Though, there will be hard times, yes, but there will also be great times... You'll make lots of friends, and the training, challenging as they may be... the result is well worth it." Prima caresses her daughter's hair, parting it to one side so as to see more of her precious little face.

'You'll learned many wondrous things that most people can only dream of." Prima held her daughter's hands in her own. I know, this is asking a lot... But you'll become a great warrior who will fight for all that is good... You'll be able to protect those who can't protect themselves. Just like me, your father, your brother and all the other Watchmen in our society."

She embraced her daughter in a tight hug. "Remember you are a warrior of God. So... please be brave. Endure the hardships. Don't throw away the gift God gave you."

"Yy-yes mommy... Ugh... mommy... you're... crushing me." The small girl manages to wheeze out, and was relieved when her mother released her from her inhumanly tight embrace.

She then wiped her tears from her chubby face and tried putting on a brave face. "Ok, I'm ready." "That my little girl." Prima smiled and gave her one last hug.

"Prima... it's time" The man cloaked in white place a hand on her shoulder, pressing her to move it along.

"Just one moment Michael." She said to the man cloaked in white.

Prima reach to her pocket and pulled out a gold oval pendant with a cross on the front, along with a tiny mustard seed embedded in the middle of the cross. The engrave cross around it looks to be filled with red liquid of some kind.

On The back of the pendant, had a written verse from the bible. 'If you have faith the size of a mustard seed. Nothing will be impossible for you.' Prima placed the pendant around her neck and gave her child a small kiss on her forehead.

" Remember sweetie, with just a tiny bit of Faith... You can move mountains." Prima gave her a word of scriptural wisdom. "Really?" "Yes, really." Prima informed her daughter.

"Alright little one, it's time to go." The young child was scooped up into Michael's large arms, the little girl nuzzled into the crook of his neck wrapping her arms around him. Michael then opened a portal leading to their destination.

"Good bye mommy!" The small girl gave her mother a sad smile as she waved goodbye.

"Good bye... Myra."


AN: This is a little short, but hey, this is a prologue, what are you gonna do? I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Just to give you the idea what this is about. It's about two dimensions hopping demons/fallen-angels slaying teens: who's objective is to hunt down demons, and fallen Angels, that are causing chaos, and disorder in other dimensions. Their first stop Tokyo Ghoul. Chapter is on it's way.