A.N: Spoiler Warning: If you haven't read chapter 186 of DGM please do not read this.
Illusion
I walk a dark path, with only an Illusion by my side. I cannot break away, for I was cursed to see this horrible hallucination ever since I was born. No, the appropriate word is created, created nine years ago in a lab. For what, exactly? For the benefit of others, nameless and faceless strangers who see fit to use me at their discretion. Though, of course, their higher-ups didn't give a damn about me, for I was a failure. Destined to die before I really had a chance to live, I became known as an exorcist to most and known as a second exorcist to my creators and the ones who forced the project upon them. The funny thing is that, even though people notice my insane healing ability and that, even though I was labeled an equipment-type exorcist, the akuma bullets never seem to affect me, they see me as a normal human, like them. What would they do if they knew? How would they react? Would I be shunned? Or would they not care because I would die soon, anyway?
*sigh* I don't really care either way, nor do I care about The Order. At least, that's what I say. After all that's happened in my nine years of working for them, my feelings are starting to waver. It's probably because of that stupid Moyashi, what with his desire to save everyone, humans and akuma alike. Heh, but I don't believe I'll live long enough to see the end of this war. After all, what that idiot chief said to me was true, my life is running out. The mark on my chest pains me when my healing ability activates, it never did before. I'm far too aware that my time is approaching; the end of my long road is appearing before me. I wonder what will happen when I'm gone. Of course, the innocence implanted in Mugen will be stored within Hevlaska and its weapon form will be destroyed, but what of the others. Tch', damn it, I shouldn't think of them. They're just illusions, like the flower slowly dropping its petals beside me, counting down to my life's end. Like the flower, when I die, they will fade as well and my world will become…
Dark