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Title: Who Else Has Betrayed 'God'?
Summary: What is 'Family', in the end? Noah is not the only one who turned his back on God. 35 years ago, someone besides the clan of Bookmen stood with the clan of Noah. As Allen strides forward unflinchingly, he gradually uncovers the mystery surrounding the Holy War. (Canon divergent) (A fun little experiment)
Rating: T
Category: Dark/Adventure
Pairings: None
Warnings: Extremely AU (probably), some blood, some weird concoctions of my mind, Cross Marian (he deserves a warning all on his own)
Disclaimer: D. Gray-Man belongs to Katsura Hoshino! And thank fuck for that because no one can draw as beautifully as her.
What is good?
He rolls the apple in his palm, musingly.
What is evil?
He gazes upon his reflection on the surface of the fruit, frowning minutely.
"What is good?" he speaks aloud. After a pause, as if he were waiting for an answer, he continues. "What is evil?"
"What is Innocence?" the wind whispers in response, curling about his ears and combing through his hair as if it possessed fingers. "What is Innocence?" it repeats.
"What is good?" he murmurs in reply. "What is evil?"
He lifts the apple to his lips, parting them to reveal rows of white teeth.
He takes a bite.
The apple is the fruit of knowledge.
Do you truly wish to know so badly?
It begins with the sound of the wind, with the lazy wave of the grass and gentle fluttering of the leaves.
It begins with four brothers.
It begins with a happy family, and ends with a great split. It continues with brother against brother, and the blood of kin being split upon the ground.
In the end, there is one left. The youngest. He sits down, takes out a parchment and a quill, and begins his tale. Records the history.
There is no doubt in my mind that this was meant to be, he writes. This tragedy was unavoidable. I will cast off my name and fade into shadow. His hand pauses, and he closes his eyes. Flashes of his smiling brothers, his nephews and nieces, flicker behind his eyelids, too quick to grasp. He doesn't shed a tear, face as if carved from stone.
I am Bookman now.
I have no family.
Thus, I have no heart.