Just a warning, there are religious references in here. I'm trying to paint Trista as an agnostic, not partial to either side.

If you have a problem with it, I'm sorry—but after all, Sailor Moon does have several Christian themes in it. Look it up. Hope you can be open-minded and enjoy it anyways.

Maybe I won't have to say goodbye, Sailor Pluto thought solemnly. Just leave a little note…"I'm going back to my duties." They'll understand. They wouldn't miss me much anyway. Pluto knew she was always the quiet, mysterious one. She was much more distant than any of the other scouts. Hotaru might miss her..but that was all.

She began to gather what little possessions she owned…

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"Amara? Have you seen Trista?" Michelle inquired, cleaning up the dinner dishes.

"Nope. Wasn't today her day off?" Amara asked.

Hotaru answered, "Yes. She dropped me off at school, but I don't know where she went after that."

"Hmm..." Michelle thought for a moment. "If she was in any trouble, she would have used the communicators, correct?"

"Yeah," Amara replied. "I'm sure she's fine. Just needed some time off."

"Too true. I told her she works too hard."

And so the first night passed.

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It was a dark and damp place, but no one ever said the land of the underworld was all smiles and sunshine. Through the river Styx was a fork. One led to what was commonly known as heaven, where the spirits flew through golden gates and—well, Trista had no idea what happened after that. She always heard singing and praises of "God." It seemed like a happy place.

(Trista classified herself as agnostic—she figured there was a spirit to follow, but didn't exactly know which one. She never gave much thought to the afterlife, considering that those who belong to the Imperial Crystal lived extraordinarily long lives.)

The other side of the fork went to tall, black, spiked gates. Beyond them were fires, volanoes, and much tortured screaming. It didn't seem like a pleasant place, but it was understood that most of the souls that went here had made deals with the Devil. He gave them a glorious life, and in return, he harnessed the power of their souls.

Whatever floats their boat, Sailor Pluto thought—before realizing the irony was that she was actually standing on a boat, a small ship that floated upon the dark waters.

"Well, I'm glad to see you here, dear Pluto. Are you ready to take up this duty?" Hades questioned, appearing before her on the dry bank.

Sailor Pluto nodded. She looked beyond Hades, seeing his large black castle beyond him. In front of it, a large, three-headed dog stood, the size of the castle himself (which was about eight stories).

Hades followed her stare. "Ah, yes, the castle. Did a little remodeling here and there…hope to do some more now that I will have more time. Don't worry—I'll relieve you when you are tired. You are human, though a very strong and powerful one. Just let me finish your tower before your first break, all right?"

The lord of the underworld was actually a decent soul—people just seemed to always associate death with his name, and therefore, they hated him. Reflecting upon this, Pluto replied, "Understood, my Lord."

"Well, then let us not waste time. Haha—time. Souls are coming every minute! Look at the line…good thing I upgraded the boat. It sure was a hassle only ferrying one or two at a time, though the world had fewer people a thousand years ago." Smirking, Hades strode to his castle.

Pluto turned and beckoned to the souls behind her…