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It's been a while that I've had this idea sitting around- from a request made by Rumicwarrior22- and I've finally decided to go with it. The first thing that came into my mind about this story was the end... so I decided that's where I'll start so I can give you a taste of what I'm feeling for this story!
I am really hoping to hear people's opinions and suggestions with this story- I haven't yet gone any farther then this chapter so where the actually story goes is up in the air!
I need people to tell me if this story sounds like it is worthwhile to continue!
THE END
He realized it now, as he walked through all of the blood and gore that had been the people he had once cared about; their bodies lay torn to pieces, unrecognizable as individual people.
As his hands dripped the tainted Noah blood, while his clothes were stained with the oh so holy exorcist blood, he was reminded of that day. The day he'd destroyed his Noah family years before.
He knew he was, at his very core, the Noah of destruction. He hadn't been able to stop it, hadn't been able to control his very nature from causing this landscape of gore and blood. As he looked at the carnage around him, he couldn't feel anything but content. The blood just looked so lovely, and it was just oh so amusing; the high and mighty Noah blood and the up and pious exorcist blood mingling in the same sea of destruction.
It was more then his heart could take to see that he couldn't tell one from the other, all of the blood looked the same spilt and splattered about. He laughed, it was an uncontrolled thing as he wrapped his arms around himself and lifted his face to the sky. He cried, silent tears streaming down his face that mingled with the Noah-exorcist blood— he had forgotten which had been the one that had splashed upon his face. The tears smeared the blood a bit, turning it into a lighter shade were they ran down his face— but the color wasn't quite a pink, there was too much red to fade to anything but an almost more vibrant red.
He laughed for the humility of what he'd done—lowering both Noah and exorcist to the same level. He cried for the horror of what he'd done— killing the ones he loved and the ones that had loved him. He laughed while he cried...
And felt no regret doing either.
Yes, it was just who he was. The fourteenth, the Noah of destruction. The destroyer of time.
He loved until he hated, he was strong until he broke. He laughed until his laughs turned to tears and was broken until he realized that all this time he'd been whole.
His emotions were all and none. He felt, loved, so much that it just left no room for himself, no room to be partial or to hold back. He was the one who'd be the savior of the world, not the Noah or exorcist who thought themselves above everything else. You couldn't save something— the world, pride, a friend, life— from above.
He was a Noah, an exorcist, a savior, and a destroyer all at once. A contradiction that made sense.
He was the savior who might have to destroy the world.