"Yay, my muse has returned! My muse has returned!"

Muse turns and hits me

Me: What was that for?

Muse: Don't you dare call me ill-timed again just because you can't think of anything to write.

Me:(says under breath) But it's kind of true...

Muse: What was that?

Me: Nothing.

Muse: Good. Now, do your thing/

Me: OK. A big thank you to everyone who has reviewed, I truly am not worthy. To maintain high quality and expedient delivery when you have writer's block, have a computer infected with a virus, and have an English thesis to write is not something I can do. For those who do not understand that if I was in any way, shape or form part of the writing or animating of Trinity Blood I would probably more talented and be much richer than I am now: I am not in any way, shape or form part of the writing or animating of Trinity Blood. Suck on it.

"I won't say it again vampire." The young priest continued, keeping the gun leveled at Ion.

"Easy, easy" stammered Nightroad, his personality reverting back to that of the traveling priest, the one that most people first saw when they met him, "I don't think that you want to do that."

The young man turned away for an instant, allowing Ion to break free and move behind him, holding a blade to his throat.

"Let him go Ion" ordered Nightroad, becoming stern once more, "He is no longer a threat to either of us and killing an AX priest will only bring trouble."

Ion's gently relaxed, prompting the priest to hit him over the head with the gun, causing Ion to wince in pain.

"Who are you!" bellowed the priest, trembling with fear.

"I am Father Abel Nightroad of the AX, and he is Ion Fortuna, the Earl of Memphis. Now, let's talk and no one will get hurt.

Esther Blanchett wandered through the slums of Londinium, pausing to look at into abandoned houses.

"Even after all of the work that I have done, still the Methusula stay here." She murmured sadly, as if the incomplete homes left her incomplete as well.

"Your majesty should not worry about the lives of such lowly creatures." Said one of her soldiers, comtempt rising in his voice.

Esther turned and slapped him, leaving a red welt on his face. "How many times have I told you? They are like us, they have feelings and emotions, hopes and dreams and you have kept them locked away while they worked for is. Do you understand me?"

The soldier nodded sulkily and turned away, continuing onward in silence. They slowly moved along the streets as the first ribbons of sound reached them, a low murmur far off. Esther rushed ahead, her guards running to keep up.

The scene was a disaster, a mob, ranting and shouting over a prone figure. "Stop it! Stop it now!" bellowed Esther. The crowd was instantly silent as it turned to look at her, a ripple of movement allowing a clear view at the target of the mob's wrath. A young boy with white hair, shook out of pain and anger fear.

"I…I…" he stammered as Esther moved towards him, moving into the crowd as the figure opened his red eyes.

"I hate you all."

The closest man's face suddenly bulged, expolding swiftly, a fountain of blood, brains and bone, splattering the crowd. Others in the crowd grasped their necks, their eyes nearly popping out of their skulls as their tounges wagged through their gaping mouths. The child disappeared amidst the chaos, leaving only Esther and the dead.

Cain's ship began to decelerate, the engines leaving it to hover over the Londinium sky.

"We have arrived at the designated destination." Chimed the metallic voice of the ship's computer. The stone sarcoughagus suddenly shattered, bits of rock burying themselves in the walls of the ship.

"Was the merging sucessful Master Nightroad?" asked the computer.

A man stood up, flexing his arm as if to test its wholeness. "Who? Do you mean that utter fool who tried to take my body? I am Shamsial, the prototype of the Crusniks."

The computer waiting for a few seconds, processing the information that it had just been given. "Do you wish for me to override my previous orders?" the computer murmured.

"No. Despite being a fool, that man had a vision, one worth carrying out to the end. I shall help him for the time being." Shamsial suddenly gasped and panted, collapsing over the bench.

"You're giving me my body back?"

Silence

"That is fair enough. Computer, continue with the orders that I gave before I merged with this corpse."

"Yes Master Nightroad. It seems that we have a possible match to your criteria in the city, will you go out to investigate?"

"Of course."

The shouts of the young priest were suddenly drowned out by the roar of engines. If his voice could be heard the traveling pair would have heard, "Isn't that that the Iron Maiden? What's it doing here?"

A man dropped from the craft, walking slowly, but purposely towards the group. "Greetings Crusnik, it is good to see you alive. I have been ordered to request that you return to AX headquarters. We have some information regarding Cain.