"Papa? What is this place?"

"This is a very special place, sweetheart. This place is where your papa was born."

"Really? But why here?"

"...I can tell you that another time. Right now, there's someone you need to meet."

"Who is it?"

"Greetings, Spirit. Welcome back to the house of the Divine Trinity, it is good to see you after you have been away for so long... Ah, I see you have brought your spawn with you this day."

"...Yes."

"Most excellent."

The night in Death City was normal, blood dripped from between the teeth of the grinning moon. A dark form detached itself from the shadows. A creature on two spindly legs hissed as it looked about with beady black eyes. The creature had no hands, only two sharp objects at the ends of the wrists that looked like axe heads. The arms raised up so the 'hands' were at head level, the metal surfaces glinting in the evil moonlight. A long tongue unfurled from the mouth and licked around its' lips, anticipation of a meal of pure human souls. Saliva dripped down from its' chin, falling past the ragged, green dress before hitting the pavement.

"Elizabeth Bordon, your soul has become a kishin egg. Your soul shall now be collected by a meister of the DWMA." The creature whipped around, spying three children behind it. It grinned wickedly, seeing three easy appetizers for its' dinner. The tongue continued to wave in the air, as if tasting the scents of the children.

"Ehh... It's tongue is all slimy and long, I don't think I can deal with that."

"For god's sakes, shut up for once in your pathetic life, Crona." Much to the surprise of the creature that was Lizzie Bordon, a black thing burst from the back of the tall, skinny one, leaning over its' head. "Now quiet before I get you back on the sleep deprivation again," it warned as it bopped the child on the head.

"No! I don't know how to deal with those dark circles if they come back! Please don't!" The creature took a menacing step forward, growling lowly.

"It's coming. Ready, Soul?"

"Yup." Suddenly, one of the children disappeared, but the girl child next to him was suddenly holding a large scythe. In the same manner, the black creature disappeared, and the tall, thin child was holding a black sword.

"Ragnarok?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm ready. Shut up."

"Then let's go." The girl jumped, scythe pulled back in preparation for a swing. Lizzie Gordon jumped back, but the thin boy lunged at her with the flat of his blade towards her.

"Ragnarok, scream resonance." At the boy's command, a shrieking sound emenated from the mouth on the flat of the blade. As Lizzie Gordon stopped and clutched her hands over her ears, the girl swung her scythe around, slicing her cleanly in two while she was distracted. The two pieces fell apart and faded, revealing the red kishin egg within.

"Alright, eat up, Soul."

"Roger that." Soul allowed his head to come out of the joint of his weapon form, and he took the kishin egg into his mouth and almost swallowed it whole.

"Nice job, Crona," Maka praised with a smile. Crona placed his hand over his sword arm, letting Ragnarok hang down near his feet.

"Um, yeah, thanks... You too Maka," he mumbled, a light blush dusting his cheeks. Soul jumped out of Maka's hands and returned to his human form. The three started walking, little Ragnarok rode on Crona's head.

"I'm hungry, let's get something to eat," he said, smacking his lips. Soul nodded in the blood-creature's direction.

"For once I agree with you, yeah. Something to eat sounds good right about now. Huh?" Soul stopped because he realized that neither Maka or Crona was walking alongside him anymore. He looked back and saw Maka looking up at a building he had passed, Crona standing behind her nervously. "What's the matter, Maka? Why'd you stop all of a sudden?"

"You guys can go on ahead, there's someone I want to see real quick." Crona fidgeted nervously.

"Who? I'll come with you if it's okay with you." Maka smiled at him when he said this.

"Really? Thanks Crona, I'd like that. I think you'd really like her, come on." Maka took Crona by the hand and pushed the door open before leading him into the large building. With a sigh, Soul followed with his hands in his pockets.

"Running off without even asking me about it? So not cool." Once he was inside he stopped and looked around. He raised an eyebrow at the numerous pews and stained glass windows leading up to the statue and altar at the pinnacle of the building.

"A church?" he asked as he looked around. "What's so special about this place, Maka? I didn't even know you were religious.

"It's not just a church, Soul," Maka replied testily as Crona followed her up the aisle and towards the altar. "This is the Grand Cathedral of the Holy Trinity."

"Now that's what you'd call a mouthful," Soul muttered under his breath. "So what's so special about this place? And who's this person you wanted to meet up with?" Maka and Crona had already reached the altar and were standing under the statue nearby it. It was a strange structure, seeming to reach all the way up to the Cathedral's roof and seemed to be a combignation of the three women in the stained glass windows.

"My dad took me here all the time when I was really little. It was one of the only times I could never be mad at him. It was a special time when we were together here." Her eyes seemed to glaze slightly with the happy memory. "This one nun, sister Double, she's the head of the church here. She always seemed to go out of her way to talk to me and my dad. I just wanted to see if she was still around." Soul huffed at the response, digging his hands deeper into his pockets.

"So you don't even know if she's still here, huh? Great."

"Greetings children." All three of them jumped at the sound of the calm, female voice from out of nowhere. Soul whipped around and saw a nun standing directly behind him. Her hands were pressed together lightly, with her eyes closed and her head bowed slightly to the ground. If she had been a picture, she would have surely been the perfect image of serene prayer.

"Jesus lady, you scared the crap out of me just now," Soul said as he pressed a hand against his chest, feigning the results of a heart attack. Maka stepped in front of him, pushing him aside.

"Sister Double, do you remember me?" The nun didn't open her eyes, but smiled when Maka stepped towards her.

"Ah, greetings young Maka, welcome back to the house of the Divine Trinity, it is good to see you after you have been away for so long." Maka rubbed the back of her head, seeming a bit embarrassed.

"Yeah, well, sorry for not being back in so long. I've been busy ever since I enrolled in the DWMA." Double only nodded in Maka's direction, eyes never opening.

"Do not fret, my child. All is forgiven under the roof of the Holy Trinity. So," her head turned in Crona and Soul's direction, "who might your friends be?"

"Well, this is my weapon partner, Soul," she motioned over to Soul with her arm. Soul only nodded in the nun's direction as he was introduced. "And this is a good friend of mine, Crona." Crona, in response, waved nervously. Somewhere above the church, presumably in the spire, a bell tolled nine times. The vibrations seemed to resonate throughout the church, like music that was so loud it attuned the heart to its' rhythm. Maka listened to the ten tolls and started when she realized the time. "Shoot, sorry sister Double, but we have to go. We need to report to Lord Death." Double only nodded her head, remaining in her image of prayer.

"Do not worry, my child. You may return here whenever you wish, and we can speak again then." Maka smiled and looked at Crona and Soul.

"Right then, let's go you guys." Maka led the way out of the cathedral, waving back at Double before she left. "Goodbye sister Double, I'll see you another time!"

"May the blessings of the Trinity be with you." When the heavy doors of the cathedral closed, Double stood there silently, head still bowed. "...Yes, I have sensed it as well, she had indeed grown stronger." Thought there was no one around, yet Double seemed to speak to someone close by. "...I understand. I shall keep a close eye on her, and her father as well." She opened her eyelids, revealing the all-red surfaces of her eyes underneath. "It is as you predicted. Soon, I believe that Spirit shall grow to be even stronger than our last candidate, and his daughter stronger than him." A dark smile creeped its' way onto her face. "I believe that your plans shall come to fruition very soon, my masters."