A/N: Hey all! Here is the prologue of our first story, "Arc of the Covenant." We hope you enjoy :) Please review and give us thoughts/feedback!
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~* Prologue *~
The air that hung over the battlefield was thick and noiseless; thick with blood and sweat and tears. The stench of the three fluids was so strong, one could actually taste the salt and metal in the air. And noiseless, as nine black and red clad soldiers stood, staring in a determined silence as they watched one of their comrades from afar. The lone soldier, barely a man in age, stood strong over a massive figure, glaring down at it with an expression of both malice and accomplishment.
"It's over," the boy's calm voice broke the heavy silence. The boy raised an oversized broad sword over his head, preparing a finishing blow to his opponent, all the while staring at the figure at his feet. The figure, which turned out to be an overweight, terrifying looking man, grimaced in pain. He began coughing up a black substance, which appeared to be his massive man locked eyes with the boy, sinister gold to gentle gray. The stare down lasted for a minute before the massive, defeated man broke out into a jovial laugh. His deep voice filled the air, as if someone had told him a funny joke. "Finish him, bean sprout!" One of the boys' comrades demanded of Allen, causing the large man only laughed harder.
"Yes, Allen, finish me!! Complete the prophecy that has been laid out before you!!! Kill me, the Millennium Earl!" His foe shouted up at him, almost taunting him. "You be quiet," Allen hissed, trying not to falter in his duty of destroying the man who had killed countless people. The person who killed his father, his friends, people he dearly cared for, and causing pain to so many. His hand tightened on his sword."You… you're just a monster," the boy began, "you've hurt so many people, many people that I care about! Don't you dare speak to me like you've won!!! You've gained nothing but the end of your life!!!" Allen screamed, glaring down at Earl with hatred. The Earl just stared back up at him, his unfaltering smile plastered onto his face. He cackled tauntingly.
"Oh hohoho my dear boy, you may have won. You may have surpessed the 14th, but this…this is far from over," he sneered, while Allen's eyes widened slightly. The monsterous man continued, malice tainting his jeering expression.
"I will always return. I am born from the hatred of man!!!! His darkest wishes and desires, so while I may be dormant, just remember this… You're most sinister thoughts will strenghten me, and you're hatred will build me up. I won't merely die… think of it more as a… hiatus," The Earl began laughing again, more of the black substance spilling out with his ugly, deep voice. Allen's eyes narrowed, his lips formed a scowl.
"I'm sick of hearing you talk. I'm sick of chasing you around, fighting you. It's time for you to die," and with his final word, Allen brought down the mighty broad sword upon his enemy. As the weapon made contact with the Earl, a bright green light emitted from them. The rays of green going in every direction, with slithers of black flying about them. The Earl's deafening and disgustingly painful scream filled the exorcists' ears. Finally, the horrible noise ceased, and the bright green lights began to diminish. Amongst the final rays of light and bits of dark matter, a small black mass hovered above Allen Walker's head, an evil hissing noise emitting from it."Just... DIE!!" Allen cried, as he brought the sword back up, hitting the mass like a baseball. It shattered, and disappeared. The boy watched as the final bits of black fell to the ground and disappeared, dropping the sword to his side. "Finally…" he whispered, a glazy, tearful look stained his gray eyes, a small smile forming on his lips. He let out a shaky breath of air.
"Allen," said a familiar and friendly voice. He turned, and his comrades, his friends, formed around him. Lavi's signature grin spread wide across his filthy face, Krory's eyes filled with tears, Lenalee's beautiful, tearstained and dirty face had an expression of pure happiness. Even Kanda had a small smile on his face. The greatest part of that moment… they were all alive. All ten exorcists sent out to achieve the final task, assured less than half would survive… but there they were… all alive, and all together. Lenalee stepped towards him, almost nervously. He smiled at her.
"Allen!" Lenalee cried, as she bounded toward the boy. She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in the crook. "Is it really over?" she asked hesitantly from their embrace. He pulled her back and looked directly into her violet eyes. "Yes… it's really, finally over," Allen said with wide smile. The group moved in at his words. Lavi yelled joyfully and jumped in the air, charging at his two friends to join their embrace. Krory, Miranda, Marie, and the others joined in, surrounding their savior. As Allen and the others celebrated, there was another who watched from a great distance.
A quiet, evil chuckle aroused from the overseers lips. The watcher brought up his black-skinned hand, a small fraction of dark matter resting in its palm. "Don't worry, master," the man peered down at the black object with his three eyes, "I'll make sure you get your power back, and that those exorcists pay for what they've done." The remaining Noah, Wisely, turned his back on the celebrating exorcists, gingerly carrying the dark matter away. "Oh, you may think this is over Allen Walker… this battle has only just begun. Just you wait…"
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