I always see cross-overs of Ao No Exorcist and -man with of Allen being at the monastery with the others, and I wanted to write a Sort-of-Dark!Allen fic. Seeing the possibilities, I wrote this. Tell me if I should continue it or not.
Disclaimer: Do I seem like a manga artist to you? No, I may draw and be apart of the Anime Club at school, but that's it!
Inside an underground prison, where darkness reigned supreme, a being of pure white sat in his cell.(1) He had been an Exorcist of the Black Order and the leader of the third side to the Holy War, which had been later named the Musician's Family by the few remaining Black Order members. He no longer had a real name, as the few who knew of him died and his captors left him enable to remind them. At first, punishment for him was cutting his rations into smaller amounts. That was before he tried to escape though. The punishments after were far more severe, out weighting his actions by far. Looking at one of them wrong could result in beatings, burnings, lashings or even worst. What that worst was, he could never tell anyone happen, but even having the option to tell someone would of given him comfort.
He could no longer walk or move his arms without pain, blessed nails had been hammered into his limbs and left there to cause him even more pain when he moved. His parasitic Innocence had been smashed into dust, making a good part of the mist that circulated the prison walls. But, even worst, was the fact they took his ability to speak. He was not spared a look as the men responsible for his lost had slit his throat in an cross like shape, reaching just past his jaw line and dipped towards his collar-bone. His vocal cords were slashed into with blessed knives, drenched with holy water, and a collar of blessed crosses kept him from healing his more severe wounds caused by the holy artifacts.
Why were the objects used against him called holy and blessed, when they used to call him the same thing? He used to be 'loved by God' and was 'God's most beloved child', but now he was 'Musician'.(2) He didn't understand why they did it, calling him a demonic creature of Hell, when the only demons he saw were the men of cloth who did this to him. His Pentacle Eye(3) no longer activated on him, caused him pain or woke him as if sleeping was sinful in an Akuma's presence, although the small, tar black creatures weren't a welcomed sight. The tar creatures latched themselves to some of the other prisoners, sometimes swarming around them in droves. His sight and hearing were more advanced in this world of darkness, so much that he believed the Ark was too bright for him now, the iridescent city would surely blind him if he ever saw it again.
As usual, a creaking of a door sounded towards his captors' quarters. He listened to the footsteps and recognized their clunking steps of his least favorite guard. This guard did a horrible job of making sure he wasn't hurt, instead choosing to inflict pain on him. The boots continued to sound closer to him, until it stopped by his door, and he kept his eyes shut since he knew what he'd see if he opened them.
"Musician," sounded a voice he knew to well, "Open your eyes when I address you, demon!" The voice shouted, causing him to inwardly flinch and move away from the voice. This man had harmed him in more than one way, mentally and physically. A rush of movement alerted him, before a sharp pain began in his scalp as he was yanked upward by the displeased guard. He opened his mouth in a yelp of pain, but no sound came out with his rushed exhale. The panic of knowing what could happen, but having no idea which one would happen was filling his mind. It could be anything. He could draw a knife to carve him more scars than he already had, holy water to pour down his throat and burn his insides no matter where it ended up, or even do the cursed thing that caused him even more pain then all the others he could think of.
As if his guard could read his mind, he snickered and 'Musician' could practically hear the smirk he had on his face. The pain in his scalp vanished as he was released and more pain in his legs flared up as the nails shifted inside him. His teeth grinded together, enduring the first few waves of pain and preparing for more. His mind went blank as he felt the guard's arm around his waist and start to lift him. His mismatched mercury and gold eyes flew open in the frenzied panic that consumed him as he tried to struggle against the guard, the nails inside him ripped and brought blood and more pain as he moved. But, any pain was better than what the guard had in mind, so 'Musician' continued to struggle and fight, even if the ending to the small fight was inevitable. He was certain to lose as he always did, but he had to keep fighting against this man when he came for him. 'Musician' was thrown to the floor as the man loomed over him, a smirk drawn over his features.
"Now, then," started the man as he reached for his belt, "I would tell you not to scream or make a sound, but you can't. So, try not to make me use force, okay, Musician?"
Skip this if you want! Contains details of rape.
His belt was undone and hit the floor with a clinking sound that made the other prisoners stop what they were doing. This was one of the only sound to come from the 'Musician's cell' and happened when the one guard came to watch him. The other guard's weren't even brave enough to venture any further to the cell than the corridor leading to it. The man grabbed 'Musician' by the wrist as he began to struggle once again. He quickly subdued him with a harsh smack that resounded around the prison, now the other prisoners were not even breathing in fear of the 'Musician's power' being awakened. He pulled the 'Musician' closer to him and began to pull off the demon's pants as said demon pushed against him. Even though the push had no power in it, he had to stamp out the being's rebellious nature as soon as it began to show. He threw the demon to the ground again, watching his mouth open in silent pain and his face scrunch up. He went back to his work of quickly discarding the 'Musician' of his pants and exposing him to the man's hungry gaze. The demon's white ankle length hair splayed behind him as he clasped his legs together to try and hide himself from the man's prying gaze, pain glazed his mismatched eyes.
To the man, it was this demon's fault he did this sort of thing. It wasn't before he first laid eyes on the demon that he never thought of bedding with another besides his wife, the demon being the object he thought of while with her. The demon even had the gall to be male and disgrace him further with the thoughts that were against his God's will. The man undid the button on his pants and the metal slider grinded between the teeth as he undid his zipper. He pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees as his cock sprang out of its confines. The demon's eyes were filled with fear as it struggled to get up or do something to not have to deal with the man who was coming closer to him. The man kneeled and picked up his belt before turning and crouching between the demon's legs. He used the belt to lash the demon's wrist above it's head and lifted it's legs up and away from one another. The golden eye of the demon's glowed faintly at him, as if warning him to stop. But, he heeded no warning as he thrusted into the unprepared demon, who arched in pain, silent as a grave. The 'Musician's power' awakened as only a small vibration in the ground and the other prisoners, newly brought into the cell block, scoffed at the other older prisoners. Until, they heard the quiet screams of rage that resonated in the vibrations, the screams sending their hair on end.
The man smirked at the obvious rage that poured off the demon as he pulled out and thrusted back into the demon, not giving it time to adjust to him. The demon's mouth remained a wide silent scream as his canines elongated and sharpened into small daggers. He continued to thrust into the demon as he pulled out a knife and set it's blade into the being's mouth, gouges existing from previously being introduced to the sharp teeth. As predicted by the man, the being buried his teeth into the dagger, fitting his teeth into the indents already there. He began to thrust harder into the being as the vibrations of the ground grew harder around him and slowly retreating from the other prisoners' range, the mist following the noise of vibrations. The man brought the demon closer and shoved his knees in his own face, before thrusting deeper into his tightness before something tore and he became easier to move in. The scent of copper flooded the air as the vibrations became rumbles underneath the space the demon occupied and the mist obscured them from sight. He felt a heat pool inside him as his thrusting became erratic and he came inside the demon, cracks spreading out from the point the demon touched the ground and the mist solidified for a second before scattering again. The man slowly pulled himself out of the demon, blood and cum leaking from his ripped entrance.
You can read from here on! It's safe, I promise.
He pulled the demon's pants back on and pushed him into his original spot before putting his own clothes back on. He turned his back to the demon as he left for the priest's quarters. The other prisoners began to once again make the usual sounds of everyday life, including chatter on the 'Musician' and when he would finally kill over. The demon's most despised guard ignored their talk and entered the surface of the Vatican Head Quarters of the Knights of the True Cross.
"Hey, Ernest! You got a letter!" called a younger man as he handed the letter to the man called Ernest Frederick Egin(4), the demon's most hated one. He scanned the letter and his eyes widened as he read it. "Well, what does it say?"
"My wife has died during childbirth. But, I have a healthy baby girl," confirmed Ernest, as he stared blankly at the paper. It had to be a curse from that demon. The demon cursed him for what he had done!
As the other man's eyes widened and he signed a cross on himself, the so called demon sat oblivious of the tragedy, racked with pain as Noah's regeneration slowly healed what it could. The presence of Neah calmed him as silent tears fell down his cheeks and the soft tendrils of mist that were Crowned Clown caressed his cheek. He was never closer than this to the two other beings who were so different from each other. He no longer felt Neah's presence like he used to since the collar covered with holy crosses made Neah lapse into hibernation and malnorishment forced Crowned Clown to use as little energy as possible by staying away from him. He still missed the beings' company though, as he felt their presence fade into nothingness, letting his silent crying intensify. He only wished for escape from this Hell of his.
1. In this story, Allen merged his soul with Neah's memories. This results in him learning that Adam wasn't in control of his actions due to madness and becoming strong enough to destroy the madness in Adam or the Millennium Earl. Adam regained his senses and Allen helped him flee the Black Order who captured him instead. Leverrier ordered Allen to be brought to Central and held there until further time, without anyone's knowledge besides Kanda. As time catches up with them, many of the people who knew Allen died and people who knew 'Musician' took their place. It would be over a hundred years since Allen was locked up, since he was caught around 1910. Where Kanda is during this story is a mystery, but Allen has the vague feeling that Kanda is alive and well wherever he is.
2. Allen is called 'Loved by God' and 'God's most beloved child' by Komui and the name 'Musician' comes from the Clan of Noah.
3. The name of Allen's curse is called Pentacle Eye, because of the pentacle his scar starts at on his forehead. The time spent in the prison has Allen become able to control his cursed eye and can now see real demons, and no longer wakes him up in pain when his eye activates if he is sleeping.
4. I do not plan on keeping Ernest in this, since he is a non-canon character from the anime, and his appearance was for this one chapter to torment Allen and explain why hates demons so much, although he could be mentioned later. In this story, he will soon die of an unfortunate 'accident' courtesy of Adam Millennium and the rest of the Clan of Noah, but his baby girl will be just fine and follow canon to have Satan's babies, who are actually nice young men.
Allen will remain in this prison for a few more years before something will happen to change his way of living, mostly the appearance of three important characters. Now, Review and give me the confidence I need. Seriously, I can't even take my Latino neighbors some raw beans. I have no backbone when it comes to that stuff. -.-"