New story!!! The Light of the Darkness prologue(: Pls read and review. This chapter is simply about Allen's opinion on the life of an exorcist, and how this changes his life completely. The story will begin in the next chapter.

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Prologue

The Light in the Darkness

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He hated that white hair of his that made him looked like a weird being that should not exist in this world. It was as if he wanted this. At that moment when he personally turned his foster father into a horrible, ugly machine called 'the akuma', something within him surged up and the next thing he knew, his hair turned into a freaking white colour as white as bleach, making him looked older than he really was.

He hated that red, raw scar that was slashed at his left eye. The gore wound bled deeply and profusely till it left a very big scar after a few weeks, never healing. It then turned into a very painful weapon which was used to seek out for the souls in the akumas that were bore by hatred. That eye would always be hungry, always searching and hunting for the souls that it craved, always forcing him to do the things that he did not want.

He hated to be alone; in a small space where there was only his presence and nothing else. He hated the silence that filled the area he was in; the silence that would bring memories that he did not want to recall; the silence that would bring him nightmares about the chained souls; the silence that let him recalled the incident where he changed Mana into an akuma, screams shrilling in the cold and moist air and the silence that would bring him to remember of the one inside him, making his heart gripped in fear of the one going to dominate him in the future.

He slowly felt his face as his hand covered the side of his face where his red eye was, looking at the mirror. He stared at it for a long time, feeling a strange thing always beside him. Another hand travelled to the side of his shoulders, knowing that the person would always be there no matter how he ran. One time, desperate to run away from this reality, he tried to kill himself. He pulled out his exorcism sword in the attempt to stab himself once for all. As the sword was pierced deeply into his body, he could feel the cold, red liquid streaming down from his heart down to the floor, forming a pool of it. His eyes turned hazy soon after and he thought he was going to die at that instant.

But he didn't. That person saved him from that fatal injury, and he landed up in the infirmary the next day. What greeted him was only tears that streamed down from his face uncontrollably, his heart hurt terribly.

Another time, he decided to kill himself again. During a mission with Lenalee and Lavi, instead of fighting the enemies and attacking them using his Innocence, he deactivated it in the middle of the battle and let the akuma's dark matter penetrated into his frail body. He could remember that he spat out blood before he slowly fell from the sky, dropping at a very great speed towards the ground. As the wind blew strongly he gave a weak smile, thinking that he finally could die. Months of torment would finally be lifted as he slowly closed his heavy eyes, sayinggoodbye to this world that he hated.

But he was wrong again. Again, he lived. At that moment he finally realised that he could not run away from his terrible fate.

No matter how much he wanted to die, he ended up living in this world. Each time he woke up to find himself alive, the pain that was eating away his life worsened even more. He felt terrible, miserable, and tired. The Innocence in his body seemed to be getting heavier, to the extent of bringing him pain whenever he tried to activate it.

He was alone fighting in this battlefield, with no one to go to. Being the Destroyer of Time, the burden became heavier and heavier with many people speaking behind their backs about his uselessness and unworthiness in the Black Order as the Millennium Earl was getting stronger. Though Lenalee and Lavi were his best and closest friends in the Black Order, he did not go to them, not wanting to bring them this heavy burden.

To forget all these unhappy memories in the Black Order, he would always put that sweet smile on his face to everyone, and chatted with them cheerfully and energetically. Sometimes he really felt tired trying to put up a front in front of everyone. The muscles on his cheeks were too exhausted from stretching for long hours, but he still continued smiling, no matter what happened.

Day by day, he was getting weaker. He could feel his stamina slower than usual, his breathings more husky than before. His chest hurt every now and then as he fought with his Innocence activated. The craving for his favourite food was lessening to the extent of skipping his lunch and dinner, not wanting to eat. He could not get the sweet, salty, spicy and sour taste well in his mouth and whenever he swallowed solid food like meat, he felt a flop in his stomach that made him nauseous and he vomited out his whole meal instead.

As he looked out in the moonlight, seeing the faint silver moon reflection looming on the surfaces of the water, he wondered what his path would lead him to. As the ripples of the water blurred the reflection of the moon and faded, he wondered whether he would just disappear like that silently, without a trace.

At that time, would the dream finally ended? Would the light from the end of the darkness appear, leading him out of this?

And when he was sinking further into darkness, would anyone pull him out of the dungeons, like a fairy showing the children the Light out of the path in the fairytales? But as he thought, he laughed. This would not happen, not in this harsh reality where angels and fairies will not exist.....

Was it?

At the thought of it pained him as his face was flooded by tears once more.