Chapter nineteen: Trisha

"Yo." Coniniaue muttered, glaring at the glowing figure of red light. "Send me back."

"Demanding, are we?" He chuckled. "No can do. You've got to live here for the rest of eternity."

"...Let's make a pact, shall we?" Coniniaue suggested.

"A pact?" A quill and parchment appeared. The quill dipped itself in a bottle of ink that appeared shortly after. "Now I'm listening."

"I will sell you my soul."

Satan's red aura glowed brighter. "Ah, it's been so long since I've heard that. Everyone else who comes here simply hides in fear."

Coniniaue felt she would throw up she was so scared. But she had a plan. A very simple plan.

She took the quill and scribbled down "Coniniaue will sell Satan her soul in exchange for a visit into heaven." She drew and X and signed "Coniniaue Tommy" next to it.

"There. I get a visit to heaven, you get a soul."

"Done!"

Plop.

The scene around Coniniaue suddenly disappeared and she felt herself land gently on the ground. She had landed in grass; all around her was a serene meadow, with lovely, small houses next to it. There were countless farms and orchards, where every plant imaginable grew.

"…Heaven…"

She stood up and brushed herself off and walked into town. People regarded her with strange glances, and people began to gossip with each other. Coniniaue walked over and tapped a woman on the shoulder. "Excuse me, where is Trisha Elric's house?"

The woman looked at her, then looked at her metal arm. Coniniaue hadn't noticed her sleeve was torn off and her arm was completely visible. "Fifteenth house on Amestris road."

"Amestris r… Oh. Where is it?"

"Where exactly did you come from? God shows us around when we get here…"

"Listen, just tell me where the damn road is."

The woman pointed.

"Thanks."

Coniniaue turned away and walked down a road. She looked over and counted the houses; 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13… She stopped dead at 14. The plague on the door read: Reserved for Alphonse Elric.

"Al…" She looked at 13. "Winry… Pinako… Everyone but me and Ed…"

She kept walking. There, 15. She knocked on the door.

Trisha opened it and smiled. "Hello. Are you lost?"

"No, Mrs. Elric… Um, I'm Edward's wife. Coniniaue." Coniniaue rubbed her automail arm and looked at the ground. Just in case she didn't believe her, she pulled out her state alchemist watch. "I'm not sure if the news reached heaven yet…"