A/N: Allen is one of those fascinating characters that seem simultaneously to be the most generic and yet also the most complex. This story explores some possible aspects of his psyche, as well as his relationship with his sister Celena. The story contains themes and material unsuitable for young viewers so please take the rating seriously.
DARK LOVE
The glare of the sun burned through his eyelids, welcoming Allen Schezar to the beginning of a another day. He cracked his eyes open and surveyed the heavy red drapes framing the windows and opulent crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling before focusing in on the delicate figure asleep in the lush canopy bed. She laid on her back, one arm was thrown out in careless abandon and the other covered her eyes. Her silvery-blonde hair softly framed her face and her dark lashes brushed her cheek. Celena. His beautiful sister and only remaining family. The most precious person to him in the world. He made a move to reach her but he was tightly bound to a tall marble column inside her room, as he had been all night.
Celena's large grey eyes flickered open and she sighed in contentment. She stretched her lithe, nymph-like body before donning beautiful sky-blue robes and sitting in front of her vanity. The mirror reflected her brother's strictly bound form and she turned towards him in delight. Gliding over, she gently caressed his face and pecked him lightly on the corner of his mouth before embracing him fully. Her smile was full of happiness. She kissed him deeply on the lips and Allen's eyes darkened with muted need. Every part of him strained against his bonds to return his sister's embrace.
After Hitomi left for the Mystic Moon, much of Asturia was rebuilding. A new merchant middle class rose and the old aristocracy was losing its power. With gunpowder and machinery on the rise, there was little use for skilled swordsmanship that was once so prized. And so, the notorious name of Allen Schezar was starting to fade. When he resigned his post as Knight of Caeli, there were but a few murmurs of regret and condolences. His subsequent withdrawal from society and reclusiveness from his once close friends was chalked up to his desire to devote himself to the care of his delicate sister, whose nature of illness had never fully been disclosed.
Was Celena really the opposite of Dilandau, or were they two sides of the same coin- branches from the same tree? Zaibach sorcery could not change someone's fate without their own desire. The sorcerers would introduce a new fate or possibility to the mind of their subject who subconsciously would accept or reject it. Within gentle Celena's mind, there must have already been a receptivity- a hidden desire for power. The fate alteration machine twisted that desire to dominate her reality and thus Dilandau was born. Now Dilandau was long gone- he could not be sustained without sorcery and the fate alteration machine. But Celena already tasted the power he possessed, and now she was out for more.
Allen believed Celena and Dilandau were different in every way. She was gentle and harmonizing whereas Dilandau was bloodthirsty and cruel. Those Zaibach sorcerers had taken Celena and inverted her into a monstrosity of everything that she was not. Yet both Dilandau and Celena were fascinated by beautiful things. He wanted to destroy them and tear them apart whereas Celena- she wanted to own them. Netting and weaving and pulling and constraining, she was always preserving and holding things together. But the basic desire to be poweful, the desire to own, to dominate, and to control, was shared between them and was a part of them both. Dilandau directed his desire against the entire world. Celena focused hers on her brother.
To Allen Schezar, Celena was the flower of his family and the most precious person in his world. He doted upon her, unable to deny her any of her desires. More dear than his duty as a knight was his duty as a brother- to shield and cherish his sister above all others. He had failed before, allowing her to be spirited away which killed his mother and destroyed his family. Plunging into despair he pledged himself to the sword and became a knight. His days were filled with battle, and his nights with women after women, each unable to fill the deep loss he felt in his heart. But she came back. Beautiful Celena, his only family and the sunlight of his world.
To the sly Celena however, her brother was the ultimate prize. Asturian knights were essentially tools- property of their owner. Their skills were their owner's skills, and their bodies were their owner's bodies. Dukes, Lords, Princesses, and even the King himself sought the service of prodigal Allen. Both men and women desired him, for he was a valuable prize. Celena knew he needed her, that her return from Zaibach soothed the turbulence in his heart. She set a thread in motion, weaving a tight net of emotions and desires around her brother to constrain him and tie him closer to her. She was going to own him and become his only master- he was going to be completely hers.