Light, almost silent, footsteps could be heard echoing off the walls of the small alleyway. A lone figure limping through blood falling behind him slowly, his breaths coming in short breaths. His silver hair coated in large areas of red, some areas clean. His left eye closed tightly, blood running down his face like he was crying. His right eye was a light blue, but darker than it should be.

He cradled his left hand close to his chest as he staggered. After getting deeper into the alleyway, he leaned against the brick wall beside him before slowly sliding down. He looked over himself carefully. His once white, button up shirt was ripped in multiple areas and was dyed red. His skin tight, black pants were ripped mostly at the knees and thighs, barely holding on. His black knee high boots were rough from use and had blood on them, but other than that, they were fine.

He sighed as he felt his body relax against the wall involuntary. He growled low in his throat, but it sounded more like a whine. More footsteps were heard in the alleyway, sounding frantic at the sound of the speed.

The silver haired teen let his open eye fall shut as the person stopped in front of him. "Allen!" the man shouted, his golden eyes wide as he stared at his nephew.

Allen smiled at him sadly, not opening his eyes, too tired to do so. "Ne-ah," he said softly, his voice braking. Neah felt tears gather in his eyes as he stared at his beloved nephew.

"What the hell happened?" he asked in a dangerous tone. His long, wavy black hair tied up into a low ponytail. He wore a black business suit, a white undershirt, black dress shoes, with a light gold tie that almost matched his eye color. His skin was an ashen gray color, black diamond stigmata going across his forehead.

"Ran into...some people," Allen said in a weak voice. Neah crouched down in front of the teen with a sad expression. He growled as he glared at the entryway of the alley. "You should have called me!" he yelled, not giving a damn who heard him. Allen just smiled sadly.

Neah reached out with a hesitant hand and brushed some of the teens hair out of his face. Allen leaned into the touch with a small smile. Neah tried to smile, glad Allen could not see him let some of his tears fall.

"You are an idiot," Neah joked lightly, his own voice going hoarse. Allen chuckled before coughing harshly. He took uneven breaths after he finished coughing, leaning away from his uncle's hand and more into the wall.

"I'll send you somewhere where the Vatican can't find you," Neah suddenly said standing, opening an ark door beneath their feet. It glowed white, almost blinding, as they both disappeared.

Neah caught his nephew's body as he went through a door he wish he never would have to open again. He sighed as the 'thing' in front of him grinned widely, a crazed grin that surpassed even the Earl's grin.

"Neah~," 'It' said in a sing-song voice, standing from its sitting position on the floor. He walked towards the duo, his grin never leaving. "Have you made a decision?" 'It' asked amused, ignoring the almost dead teen in front of him. Neah growled as 'It' came closer.

"Save his life," he ordered, his skin turning darker, as does his eyes. The 'Thing' in front him would be shorter than Allen but that was its only feature. He had a large grin, but no eyes. No ears, nose, hair, or any other feature.

"What do I get? You know how this works," 'It' laughed looking at the teen in his arms finally. Allen wasn't even listening at this point. He wished for the pain to stop.

The white figure grin widened as he continued staring at the teen. "Interesting," he whispered inaudible to the Noah male. "I'll agree to your...terms," he growled out the last word harshly.

'It' seemed to think for a moment. Neah was getting impatient as he heard and felt Allen's breath get shorter. "A new deal," 'It' suddenly said, his grin turning into a smirk.

"You will not know of the terms completely, but the teen will live for as long as you do. Maybe longer," Neah looked incredulous, but knew he was running out of time. "Deal."

The white figure smirked as he touched the teens forehead, the teens wounds healing completely. "Now that that is over. What are the terms?" Neah asked, his skin and eyes turning back to their normal color. The white figure chuckled.

"You sold the teens soul to me," Neah felt his blood run cold. His eyes widened as he tightened his grip on the teen in his arms, his only family left. He growled dangerously, backing away from the other. 'It' just laughed.

"He will become the new god. The new everything," the 'thing' spoke, his voice and body fading. "He can leave here and live his life. But his life is much longer than that of a human," 'It' laughed manically.

"He is the new...,"

"Truth."

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