Just a quick blurb!

To those of you who have read my other fanfics or are currently awaiting updates. Give up for now. I really have no inspiration for Fairy Tail at the moment. I've recently read Skingeki no kiyojin, man, watched all of hetalia, Ao no excorcist, A certain scientific railgun, and caught up on kuroshitsuji. So for the moment, I want to write something else, specifically, Allen Walker, my NEW FAVORITE MALE CHARACTER OF ALL TIME. God I fangirl.

I apologize. Good day!

To those of you reading this, thank you for reading this.

I will say it once. I do not own man.

I pray for those who have passed. I pray for those who have sinned. Please, God. If you exist, let this reality end.

Prologue

It was a pleasant evening for most. Most being the ones on the streets, or in their homes. Laughing, smiling, oblivious. That day was just another common day, the air might have been a bit chilled, but that was to be expected. Yet, in the middle of a certain graveyard in Europe, in front of a certain grave where a single boy sat, the world was ending. Actually, it already had.

A young child with firey red locks was slumped on the chilled earth, staring through clouded eyes at a single cross that was planted firmly in the ground. The boy almost wished it was loose. Then at least it wouldn't seem so real. But he knew (oh yes, he knew!) that the cross was there to stay, to collect grime along with it's corresponding corpse. He knew, but it didn't stop him from chanting in his mind 'It's not real! He'll come out and say, 'I got you!' and we'll laugh at the horrible joke. . .'.

Honestly it hurt him more to think so.

The boy heard footsteps approaching him, but paid it no mind. (Who cares who it was? It didn't matter anymore.) The oncoming footsteps ceased after circling around him to his front. He hesitantly looked upwards, expecting some murderer here to slash him or something, but was met with an odd sight. In front of him was a rather rotund man clad in a tan coat with blaring pink collars flipped outwards. A man who had small glasses perched above a mouth that was set in an impossibly large grin was staring down at him with white eyes, contrasting starkly with the reddish hue of the evening sky behind said man. he tipped his tall top hat downwards a smidge before resting both hands on a pink umbrella as one would with a cane.

"You want me to revive Mana Walker, Allen?" The large man chirped in an unexpectedly cheerful tone. Allen looked up at him, slowly unfogging cloudy eyes.

"All you have to do is call out to him! Then I may insert his soul into this frame!" He cheered as he deftly swing his umbrella around with gloved hands. Allen's eyes focused onto the man's face, eyes lighting up. He nodded.

Blood poured out of Allen's face as he tightly gripped his eye, red hot blood seeping into his glove as he stared shakily at his other hand. He felt his long, solid fingers slowly moving on their own once again. He could feel his body begin to be dragged by his own hand across the dirty ground. Allen wept out of his good eye as he stared at the shivering form on the ground a few yards away from him. It wasn't supposed to be this way!

He begged God for an answer. He prayed. He wished. He cried out to him mentally, asking what he had done to possibly deserve this! His questions went unanswered as his hand crawled over towards the metallic humanoid frame. He screamed the man's name. Warning him. Begging for it to stop as a merrily sung tune seeped into his ears, only to be slowly overpowered by thoughts of terror. Allen screamed at his father to run, run RUN!

He saw his mouth move, only for the words to be cut off by something reminiscent of a door shutting. What did he say!? Allen quickly forgot his questions as he struck his father, tears streaming from his eyes. His mouth open in a silent scream.

Soft sobs could be heard by the boy as he curled up in a tight ball, rocking back and forth in a shaky manner, clutching his eye with his normal hand. He couldn't look at the other hand, the thing that had murdered his father. Now he had nothing.

"Road! Nice of you to join me! But I was about to leave!" The man known as the Millennium Earl cooed as he looked at his daughter figure. 'Road' smiled, white teeth standing out against gray skin. She rocked on her balls of her feet, humming as she looked at the small boy who had grown quiet. She cast a glance at the Earl before setting her amber eyes on the boy once again. She had watched most of the act, and was entertained. The Earl watched as the Noah of Dreams walked up to the quivering form on the ground.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" She said softly at him. He didn't look at her.

"You didn't want to kill him, but it was already too late." She whispered into his ear. He froze. She smiled once again before continuing.

"That was an akuma, Allen. That was Mana as an akuma. . . do you want to learn about the akuma?" She asked as she sat next to him. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, then nodded.

Road 9and eventually the Earl joined in) explained to Allen of the akuma. They are creatures born from human sin. All humans have sinned, and sin often. The Earl and the family of Noah create akuma on behalf of God to make the humans repent for their sins. The akuma act as a form of repent. Since the humans have done terrible things, the akuma are created by living sinners who wish to defy the acts of God by ressurecting the dead. Each akuma balances out an equal act of sin, negating it and punishing humanity for committing said sin. It is God's wish, and the Family, who are apostles of God, use the akuma of sin to further balance the scale by punishing humans.

"Hideous, aren't they?" The Earl asked. Allen nodded vigorously. "That is the original sin in it's true form. . . which is why the shell that was 'Mana' cursed you. Now you must see the souls of the sinners, chained by humanity to the shells."

Road nodded along as she slinked her hand over Allen's, slowly. "Do you know what this is?" She asked, her eyes shining with a look Allen couldn't place.

"No." He said softly, not wanting to look at it.

"This is innocence. A material made to destroy the akuma, a weapon. . . a weapon used by ignorant people. A weapon used to deny the will of God." Road said, her voice grave.

"You've been born with the ignorance of humanity ingrained in your being." Road said, sadness flashing in her eyes. Allen froze stiff. Why? Why was he cursed to bear such a thing on him, in him! The Earl watched with a look of contempt, exchanging looks with Road before speaking.

"Allen. We, the Noahs, can lead you on the path of God. The path that allows you to repent for your crimes committed here today. . .would you like to join us?" The Earl said in a silky tone. Admittedly, he had taken a liking to this child. He could tell Road wanted to 'keep him' as she would say.

A look flashed in Allen's young eyes, a look of longing. That was all they needed. Road smiled cheerfully, extending a gray hand out to grasp Allen's smaller one in her's as an elaborate gate appeared behind her. He took it, and hoisted himself off the ground.

"Welcome to the family, Allen! Welcome to the path of God!~" The two cheered as they entered the gate, slipping away into the dark of night.

Hello! I could have done this better, or in a later chapter. But you really need something to open it! And I wanted this now so that any holes in my story can be patched up now, and the n it creates a foundation for the story. This could actually work as a liable way to make the Noahs protagonists. And in this case, they kind of are, but they still seem suspicious because that's how they are as well. I really wanted to include this now though so that Allen siding with them could match up with his personality. :) Yay!

It'll be better later, sorry! I wrote this at like 11. (and I haven't slept for a day and a half, honestly)

Hope you like it! ( I ramble a lot!) It'll get better! Chapters might get longer!Review or whatever! Thanks :)