THE END?!?
Disclaimer- DGM does not belong to me.
Lavi was a bookman. He had to record history. He once joked that he had to record HIS story, but he never thought it would BE that way. Recording the fact that he was the heart. He only found out yesterday, because Bookman told him. The old man had only discovered a few days ago. Bookman had referred to Komui's notes every now and then for new information or updates, and after a little 'confirmation', he had concluded that Lavi was the heart. "It would be best to keep quiet about the matter first" Bookman had advised.
Sadly, the following day, Lavi was nowhere to be seen. "Where is that brat?" Bookman was asking.
~meanwhile~
LAVI'S POV
"Ugh…what happened? EH?" I looked up and saw the Earl, all smiling as he stood in front of me, my beloved hammer in his hand, and I realized what he wanted to do. "NO!!! Stop!!!" I tried to make a move against him, but I was too slow. He crushed it as easily as knife through butter. I felt a whirl of emotions-ANGER, SADNESS, HATRED and DESPERATION. I felt like crying and shouting, but held myself back. I was a Bookman, it was not supposed to affect me, it WILL NOT affect me. I settled for shaking my head as I looked at the bits of my innocence. Was this how Allen felt? How every exorcist was feeling now? The heart WAS destroyed, so it made sense that all the other innocence pieces were also destroyed. The war had ended…the exorcists lost…there was no hope, until suddenly…
AUTHOR'S NOTES: It was just an idea that popped up from some deserted part of my brain but I couldn't think of how to PLACE the idea…so yea.