(Kid's POV)

"Dad?" I push myself up from the ground, glaring at Father. "Are you going to explain?"

"Yes." The reaper pulls away from Elvira, keeping a hand on her shoulders. "Kid, this is your older half sister, Lady Elvira Casiphia."

"'Older half sister?!'" I look from Elvira to Father. "Why was I not informed of this?! And you," I turn on Elvira, glaring at her. "You knew. From the minute we met, you knew. Why didn't you say anything?!"

"I'm afraid, Kid," Elvira shrugs Father's hand from her shoulders and steps forward. "That I had to swear Dad to secrecy, and as for why I didn't say anything, what was I supposed to do? Say hey, don't attack me, I'm your older sister?" She crosses her arms over her chest.

"It would have been better than saying nothing! And what do you mean 'had to swear Dad to secrecy?'" I ball my hands into fists, my glare unwavering.

Elvira shakes her head. "This is not something I can't disclose here and not yet to you. I don't want to involve any of the students if I can help it, least of all my younger brother and his friends. Titan, come along." She turns on her heel and heads into the DWMA, her equine trotting up behind her from his place by the stairs.

"Hold on, I'm not through with you!" I dart up the stairs after her, only to be stopped by Father. "Let me go!" I struggle against him, trying to get past. "I need more!"

"I'm sorry, Kiddo." He pushes me back from the door. "But she's done with you. We'll continue this later. Elvira and I have other matters to discuss. Stein, you're needed, as well. Let's go." Father turns and follows Elvira. Stein shrugs and turns his chair around, rolling after them.

"So, you've got a sister." Soul tucks his hands into his pockets, looking at me from the corner of his eye.

"Apparently." I glare in their direction.

Soul nods, shifting his gaze to the hall they disappeared down. "In that case, she's definitely not a witch."

(Elvira's POV)

"Well," A woman cloaked in white is waiting in the Death Room, her hands on her hips. A pair of wings sprouts from her back, making the woman appear bigger than she is. "Kept me waiting long enough, don't you think, Elvira?"

"Hello to you, too, Mother." I take hold of Titan's bridle and settle him down close to the stairs of the platform, then turn to face my mother. "How are things in Heaven?"

"Fine, and I can do without the sarcasm, thank you." She sniffs, tucking her massive white wings in behind her and turning a cold eye on Father. "Lord Death."

"Calendae." Father nods his head in greeting. "Nice to see you."

"I wish I could say the same." She looks my father up and down as though he were a bug she had discovered in her food then turns her attention to Stein as he rolls his chair over to us. "And just who is this?"

"This is Professor Franken Stein, the DWMA's top meister." Father introduces him to Mother and me. "Stein, this is Elvira, my daughter, and Calendae, her mother."

Stein smiles around his cigarette, settling his arms on the back of his chair. "Nice to meet you both."

I nod, smiling politely. "Likewise."

"Oh! Elvira!" Mother glares at me. "Don't humor him or your father! This man obviously isn't worth your time!"

"Whether he's worth my time or not is the least of my worries, Mother." I cross my arms over my chest, glaring right back at her. "We have other things to discuss. You are aware of why I've asked you to come here, right?"

"Yes," My mother sticks her nose in the air, her self important aura showing more than usual. "You needed help with something."

"Yes, and while I don't need both of you, I would like for you both to help. That would make things easier." I look at them both meaningfully.

"I'm more than willing to help, my dear, but I'm afraid your father," Mother glares at Father. "Is incapable of compromise."

"Now, wait just a minute!" The eyes in Father's mask narrow at my mother. "I'm the one who agrees to meetings like this because you won't allow us into your home! Your own daughter has never even had a room there!"

"So what are you saying? Are you saying it's my fault we're here?!" Mother places a hand on her chest, insulted.

"Maybe that's exactly what I'm saying!" Father retorts, turning the spat into a full on argument.

I sigh, closing my eyes and pinching the bridge of my nose exasperatedly. "And this is why I don't ask my mother for help."

"It dissolves into an argument?" Stein reaches up to twist the screw through his skull, looking at me from the corner of his eye.

I nod, listening as the argument gets worse. "Every time, no matter what it is, they always start fighting."

"So, your mother is an angel?" Stein breaks the silence that had settled between us.

"Hmm?" I open one eye and look at him from the corner.

"Your mother." Stein points to her snow white wings. "She's an angel?"

"Oh, yeah," I turn my attention back to the argument. "But I can't say she acts like it."

"Yeah," Stein flicks his spent cigarette. "I can see why. She'd still make a nice test subject, though." He rests his chin in his hand. "Oh, how I'd love to sink a scalple into her and tear the wings from her back. I bet the feathers are very soft."

I raise an eyebrow at him. "O-kay, then, sounds like a personal problem I would love to encourage, but can't."

"Why would you encourage it?" Stein smirks at me. "That's your mother. Encouraging someone to rip her wings off is heartless, and this is coming from me."

"She might be related to me by blood," I cross my arms over my chest, glaring in the direction of my mother. "But she is in no way my mother."

"Aah." Stein turns back to the fight, looking at me from the corner of his eye. "I see."

"Oh, you insensitive bastard!" My mother draws herself up indignantly and balls her tiny hands into fists, glaring at my father. "Take it back!"

"Take what back? The fact that you're a stuck up, snobby shrew who thinks she's God's gift to Heaven and Earth?" Father crosses his arms over his chest. "I'm sorry, Calendae, I can't take back facts."

"Bastard!" Mother's hands begin sparking, a faint glow accompanying the sparks. "Take it back or suffer."

(Stein's POV)

"No, ma'am," Lord Death turns away from Calendae, his arms still crossed. "I most certainly will not."

"Fine, then have this," Calendae lifts one hand, sparks flying from her fingertips. "A little gift from me to you."

"Now, Calendae," Lord Death turns to face her, drawing himself up to his full height. "You know better than to try that on me."

"And you know better than to think this is all I have in store for you." Calendae smirks menacingly.

"Enough." Elvira steps between her feuding parents. "Mother, Dad was kind enough to allow you to visit me here." She crosses her arms over her chest. "While I won't say Dad isn't at fault, if you can't be civil, you will have to leave, and if you don't leave willingly," A pair of white speckled black wings, bigger than Calendae's, unfurls from her back and spreads out from her sides. "I will make you."

"Oh, you wouldn't force your dear mother to leave." Calendae's hand drops back to her side. "You said it yourself, you need me."

"Yes, I would." Elvira deadpans, glaring at her mother. "And no, I don't."

"Fine, then. You talk big." Calendae crosses her arms over her chest. "Why don't you put your money where your mouth is? Make me leave."

Elvira raises a hand and places it on her father's mirror. "Open, Heaven's Gate." Her soul wavelength shoots down the center of the glass and splits it into two shining white gates. They swing inward, revealing a transparent cobble stone path lined with shining white elaborately decorated metal railing. "Retrieve Calendae."

A soft glow begins to spread from inside the portal, engulfing us all in a blinding light. When it clears, a single white feather floats to the floor where Calendae once stood. The portal has closed.

I reach up to twist the screw through my skull, looking at Elvira over the rims of my glasses. "I think it's safe to say that you're definitely not a witch."