As "Promised" I have decided that I'll begin a sequel. ^^ Hope you enjoyed it as much as the last.

There are as much angels of the life you're given as well as the gods of the death bestowed upon you...

…And he met it somewhere half-way.

A teenage boy clawed at the hard surface above him, gasping for air. His fingertips were bloodied and torn and he felt his lungs scream at him for air.

He growled and screwed his eyes shut, trying to scream.

"SOMEBODY HELP ME!" He continued to claw, unable to breathe.

He forced himself to calm down so he wasn't breathing so hard, so he can contain more air in the space he was in. He bit his lower lip and flinched in surprise when he felt like he was being tugged upward still within the dark space.

He squinted his eyes when the lid of his coffin opened up, and he saw the moonlight. He looked above him and saw Stein, Death, and Spirit staring back down at him.

He raised his eyebrows in confusion when he saw the grave markers around him and the coffin he laid in.

"Where am I…?"

Spirit smiled and held his hand out to him.

"Welcome back from the land of the dead, Kid…"

Kid started shaking, his eyes going wide.

"D-dead...? I thought….I thought it was all a dream…"

Death looked down at his son.

"Kid… there's more to this than waking up… more that we have to explain to you…"

Kid slowly took Spirit's hand in his, and Spirit tugged him out of the coffin, his legs wobbling.

"Nghh! Ahhhh…."He hissed through his teeth in pain, stroking his legs. "Damn…."

Stein chuckled.

"Walking again will take a long time to get used to… you've been lying in the same position for a long time…"

Kid raised an eyebrow and limped up to him, gripping a fistful of the front of his shirt.

"I need an explanation….what the hell happened to me? How did I get here? And where is Maka…?"

Stein cast Death a brief sideways glance before he looked back at Kid.

"At least let us take you out of the cold and before someone sees you…"

For a moment, Kid spaced out, and then he nodded, closing his eyes.

"I'm tired…" He leaned against him and Death slapped him awake.

Kid gasped and fell back into his coffin.

"Gahh! What the hell was that for?"

Death stared down at him.

"We can't have you falling asleep for the next twenty four hours or else you might return to being a corpse. Understood?"

Kid nodded and climbed out of the coffin, still wobbly, and began to walk with Stein and Death as Spirit stayed and re-buried his coffin.

A few minutes later, they arrived at the Dwma.

Kid stood directly in front of it, staring up at it with narrowed eyes as his raven colored hair blew along in the wind across his face.

"Come along…" Death lightly nudged his arm, knocking Kid out of his 'trance'.

Kid looked down at his feet and walked along up the stairs with the support of Death and Stein on either side of him.

The night was quiet, and things were being repaired from the battle, by the looks of it.

Kid sighed, still tired, and looked up at his father.

"So when can I see her…? Maka?"

Death sighed as well and looked away.

"Not for a while yet…"

"What? What do you mean?" Hurt filled Kid's voice and Death felt guilt on his shoulders.

"Kid… You're different from the way you used to be…"

They made it inside and walked down the hall to the Death Room.

"Am I a zombie? Like Sid?"

Stein laughed a little and Kid glared at him slightly.

"No, you aren't. Kid, You have black-blood coursing through you."

Kid's eyes widened and before he can speak, Death interrupted.

"We studied Medusa's experiments on Crona and conducted a similar operation on you. You don't have a weapon inside of you, of course not, but your blood turns solid once it hits air."

Kid remained silent until they went inside the Death Room, which was unusually dark, and lit with candles.

Kid saw his reflection standing in the mirror and gasped, his eyes growing wider. He ran to it and tried to smear the surface, as if it was dirty and he was just seeing things.

His breathing became heavy and his eyes filled with tears.

His eyes were red, he had sharp teeth, it looked like he was wearing eyeliner, and his skin was white; like paper.

Kid turned to Stein and Death, backing up into the mirror.

"What did you do to me…?" He barely managed to whisper, shaking in fear.

Stein stepped forward and Kid screamed, screwing his eyes shut.

"Get away from me! Don't touch me!"

Stein froze, and Kid slid down the mirror, propping his elbows on his knees, and cupped his face, sobbing into them quietly.

Death stared at him with the golden eyes his son used to have and looked away.

"Oh, Kid…"