Yestarday (night time):

"Wh… Where am I? Did I fall asleep?" Soul said as he woke up. He was no longer in the alley, but in a dark room with cobblestone walls. He had no idea where he was, but if he would take a guess, he'd say he was in a basement in the old part of Death City, a place where only old ladies lived and the only business there is pushing drugs.

Soul tried to get up, only to find that he was restrained on some kind of altar, with candles over a red cloth.

"So… you woke up." A voice said in the shadows.

"Get me out of here!" Soul yelled angrily.

"You're not going anywhere… I'm going to do something to you that will make you regret meeting my daughter…"

"What are you… Wait… Deathscythe is that you?" Soul said confused.

"Argh! How did you find out?" Spirit said as he emerged from the shadows.

"You're the only guy I know that doesn't even want guys LOOKING at her!"

"Why you little dipshit…" Spirit said angrily "Well… no matter… After what you're going to get, I'm sure Maka won't even want you in her life…"

"What are you saying old man? You're just an asshole, how could you do anything to me?" Soul said triumphantly.

"*laughing* Who said I was going to do anything?" Three women appear as they hear Spirit saying those words "They will take care of you…"

The three women surrounded the altar where Soul was and started chanting something Soul could never understand… mostly because he slept in Latin classes.

He felt something painful inside of him, like if his body was burning from the inside, he was shaking a lot, screaming uncontrollably, feeling like death would be better than this torture.

Then a fourth woman, who was probably the sect leader, said the three last words of the spell: "tentatio... tentalia... tentaculum!"

Suddenly, Soul felt his body changing, but he couldn't see what was happening and then he fainted.