A/N: I'm thinking about doing an extra story on Leon, to show how Leon Jr. came around… not like that. Tell me if anyone's interested in the story, but I'll warn you, there's heavy use of drugs and Leon's mom is definitely not a Sister… also, this is most likely to be a tragedy-drama-thing… yeah…

Disclaimer: I do not own Trinity Blood. Maybe if I stop putting interesting stuff here, you will stop looking here.

Adeodatus had his audience sit in the pews as he stood on the first step of the flight of stairs leading to the altar. The Cardinals both sat in the pew behind Stella, and Stella sat in between both of her guards, still trying to get a look at his eyes.

Adeodatus nodded his head in the direction of each person as he addressed them, "Lord, Lady, officers," Adeodatus's pasted-on smile grew wider, "Miss Iceheart." He seemed to pause for a moment, as if expecting an answer.

Stella inwardly smirked. Ha! He must of heard of my preference of being called Stella, and was expecting me to say something. The satisfaction leached away as her brain began analyzing the information. But why would he want me to contradict him? Is he looking for me to get in more trouble… or is there another motive? What other motive is there, though? To know me on a personal level? That makes no sense…unless he is planning something. Stella stored the information away as Adeodatus began talking again.

"I have thought deeply on the subject, and I have decided how best to secure Miss Icheart's loyalty and disprove any thoughts that His Holiness the Pope's council have that Miss Iceheart plans on doing anything like what she did in the past few months; however valuable the freedom of those she saved, the actions she took to produce the final product were unacceptable." Adeodatus turned and faced the altar, spreading his arms wide. "I stand before the eyes of God as a representative of his Holiness the Pope and declare that Stella Iceheart will go through three trials to prove her sanctity, sanity and her submission to serve." Adeodatus turned back to his audience and bowed. " The first of the trials is to start tomorrow, inside this very place of worship. All are welcome. I thank you, Cardinal Franesco, Cardinal Kate, for joining us today." Adeodatus held his hands on the small of his back and walked, with perfect posture out a side door of the church.

Stella would have bared her fangs at him, if she did not have two guards looking for a reason to beat her unconscious as well as two Cardinals, though they were currently praying (or at least pretending to). So she settled for snarling at him in her mind. Because they had to wait for the two praying world figures behind them, Stella was able to hold onto this image for a while and let it grow. Just as she had a rabid dog begin to disembowel him, she heard footsteps.

A few seconds later, Cardinal Kate's hologram evidently sensed something as well, for there was a movement of light behind Stella. The humans turned their heads a half a minute later as well.

A young man, probably a bishop's son or just a choirboy trying to rise in the ranks of the church, stepped briskly into the room. He had blonde hair and a pinched face, which he attempted to make look serene and calm. He walked up to the Cardinals and, after a moment of indecision, handed the note to the only solid one of the two.

Cardinal Franesco squinted at the note, before handing it to one of the officers in front of him, muttering about forgetting his reading glasses. The Inquisition officer read it quickly, and then held it in front of Stella, as her hands were shackled.

"S' for you, miss." He said, with a thick Moorish accent.

Stella dispassionately read the short note in seconds.

Stella Iceheart shall henceforth be held in the reformatory that is located below ground, regardless of any doctor's report.

-Lord Adeodatus

Adeodatus had referred to the doctor's report given to the Inquisition officers soon after Stella's incarceration. It had said she had fainted because of air pressure differences, but Stella was sure it was something else.

In the prison below ground? Why? There is no point in that. Stella thought, her brow furrowing.

"Miss?" The same guard that had handed her note got her attention. "We got to take ye' bock to the cell, if'n ye unnerstand."

Stella smiled toothily at him. "If I didn't, does that mean I get to stay out here?" The guard looked baffled for a minute before Stella chuckled deep in her throat, an amused sound that revealed her animal side. "Don't worry, kid (here is where the man's bafflement turned into alarm; he appeared to be at least ten years older than Stella) I was only joking." Stella raised her arms and hung her head comically. "To the dudgeon!" She said dramatically, earning chuckles from the guard, a slight frown from Kate, and a glare of disapproval from Cardinal Franesco (the chuckles were thus quieted).

The group left the cathedral together, then separated, Stella and her guards walking briskly in the setting sun (it was winter, so though it was barely five thirty, the sun was falling below the horizon) toward the dark, forbidding building of the Inquisition.

The main room was finery itself. The walls and floors were made to look of marble, while the rock itself could be found in any of the imitation statues of the most famous busts in the world. Paintings made on canvases so dark, it could have been velvet (and might have, these were all obviously painted by the same man) hung on the walls, adjacent to long tapestries that were draped from the two story-high ceiling to the floor. All of the tapestries and paintings were pictures of heaven and hell; of God and of demons. Persian rugs were found on the floor, surrounded by gangs of chairs and loveseats that most likely had been there for fifty years (as far as stella could tell from the designs), but had never been sat on.

The splendor of the room was lost of Stella, as she naturally looked around for escape routes without moving her head. No windows, no extra doors that were not attended by an officer.

The guards led her to two, large steel doors that reached twice the height and length of normal doors. Four sentinels were positioned, two on each side of the doors, to stay still as statues. However, as Stella's escorts, as she was beginning to think of them, they stiffened and their hands twitched to the swords at their hips as they glared at Stella, daring her to make a threatening move. Stella did not indulge herself in growling, knowing that her bruises from the last time had not yet faded.

One of her guards whispered with the four guardians before stepping back into place in front of her. It took the four guards to open the huge doors. Stella shuddered involuntarily. The hallway was just as she remembered it; sinister, dim, and vaguely familiar.

Stella felt a light tug on her chain and turned at her guard, the same one she had called kid, looking at her nervously. "We've gotta go down naow, marm."

Stella nodded.

Slowly they began their descent. The first step, Stella's eye hurt. Damn it, my mind is trying to play tricks on me.

The fourth step, Stella's head began to swim. She swallowed, and a moment later, her saliva was back at the front of her mouth. Her breaths came in short gasps. She panted. The meat on her captor's leg began to look extremely juicy as she had the animalistic urge to sink her fangs into his thigh. Not again! Stella thought, before slumping to the ground.

A/N: anyone want to have a guess as to why this keeps happening? Anyway, you guys gotta tell me if you want the new Trinity Blood story, because I have a style of writing that always makes me timid before starting a story. Tell me, peoples!