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Ok, so here is a story i started a long while ago and never finished. XD Please read and review!
Allen Walker has always been known as "the destroyer of time" but through the years, after it was foretold and before he even existed, a part of the prophecy was lost. He was never "the destroyer of time," but rather "the creator of the destroyer of time." Now, 10 years later, his daughter has started out in the world and she is the last hope of defeating the Earl.
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Rosura drew in a shaky breath as the sound of breaking glass could be heard; the screams of the terrified people. She hid her face against her knees, her warm breath filling the small cupboard.
"Please, no! Don't! don—" there was the sound of liquid on wood and the prey fell to the ground with a sickening thud, silenced.
It was all Rosura could do not to vomit. She was lucky to have found the cupboard although the events happening right outside the thin wood were not irregular. These sorts of things happened a lot. It was nothing new but that didn't take away her fear.
"Mommy…" she whispered, sobbing. She knew she was out there somewhere in the battle. Lenalee was not one to run from a fight.
A shriek filled the air and then all was silent. At least there hadn't been a Noah. That was the only thing good out of this event.
"Rosura?!" called a worried voice through the silence, "Rosura, where are you?!" The girl tried to open her mouth to reply but found she couldn't and she vomited as she threw open the door.
Lenalee whirled around and ran up to her daughter. The woman's dress was torn in a few places and stained.
"Rosura, sweetie, are you ok?" she asked, kneeling down in front of her and brushing a stand of her brown hair out of her face. Rosura nodded, afraid that if she spoke she might vomit again.
Lenalee nodded as if trying to convince herself that all was well even though the room was filled with carnage.
"Come on, we should get home. Allen will be worried about you," she took her seven-year-old child's hand and turned to leave, giving a regretful glance at the dead humans. The few that survived were cowering behind the bar.
"W-wait!"
"Yes?" Lenalee asked, turning back as the bartender ran up to her.
"Couldn't you stay a bit longer, Exorcist, please? What if… they return?" he asked, shaking as beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
"I'm sure they won't be back," Lenalee murmured, trying to smile, "There was nothing of importance here. It was just a slaughter for pleasure,"
"B-but…but…" he stuttered, looking panicky. Lenalee held up a hand and smiled again.
"We are taking our leave now. You'll be safe. I apologize that I couldn't save more of them," she almost whispered, looking at the corpses, "but if I stay I could easily attract another attack," A gesture to her uniform was enough to explain.
The bartender's mood suddenly changed and he was shooing them away.
Rosura watched it all with blank eyes. Her mind was still buzzing with the images of the corpses.
Lenalee gave her daughter a worried glance. So much death was not good for such a young soul.
"Mommy?"
"Yes?"
"Why did the akuma kill all those people?" she asked, as she always did after an attack.
"Because they wanted to get to a higher level. It's what the Earl programmed into them," Lenalee explained for what seemed to be the thousandth time.
"Oh…" Was her quiet reply, as it always was.
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Allen appeared at the window as Lenalee and Rosura knocked. His eyes widened and he threw open the door, taking in his wife's appearance.
"Wh-what happened?" he asked, beckoning them in.
"Another attack…" Lenalee murmured, taking off her jacket and hanging it up.
"Where?"
"The bar. Rosura and I were shopping and I noticed some commotion. It was just another slaughter," Lenalee explained and sat down on the couch. Rosura sat beside her, staring at the blood stain on her shoes. A child at the age of seven shouldn't have blood on her shoe.
"How many?" Allen whispered, staring at his hands.
"Around a dozen," Lenalee choked, "It had been going on for a few minutes when I arrived," Allen reached across and placed his hand over hers.
"We're trying our best…that's all we can do." He said with a small smile. Lenalee tried to smile, holding back her tears.
Allen turned to Rosura and noticed her staring at the blood stain. His eyes hardened. He could see that day by day she was slowly falling into an adult world that she didn't need to be a part of yet.
"Rosura, are you ok?" Allen asked with concern. Rosura looked up at him.
"Y-yes…" she murmured, looking positively not ok.
Allen held his arms out to her. She got up and gratefully took her place on Allen's lap. His embrace was very comforting.
"I wish it wasn't so bad. It wasn't always like this." He murmured, rocking Rosura slowly.
"Komui said he was coming over for dinner. He mentioned something about Fo and Bak." Lenalee said.
"Hm…I haven't seen Fo or Bak in a long while." He murmured, continuing to hold Rosura.
"She sounded excited when she called back. She has some news for us."
"Well then, we better get started on dinner." He replied. Lenalee nodded, getting up.
"I already put something in the oven. It should be ready soon." Lenalee went into the kitchen.
"Come on, Rosura, we should get you a nice warm bath." Allen murmured, getting up.
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The phone rang just as Rosura stepped into the water.
"I'll be right back." Allen told her, leaving the bathroom. He picked up the phone.
Rosura listened to his side of the conversation from the bathtub.
"Hello?...This is he…Oh, hi, Komui…That many?...mmhm…yes…no, I'm not doing anything….I'll be down there as soon as I can…yes, thank you. Bye." He hung up.
"Dada?" Rosura called. Allen's head appeared in the door.
"I've got to go, sweetie. I'll be home before dinner, ok?" He told her. Rosura nodded.
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Allen made his way down town. Komui had reported a large pack of akuma which most likely meant there was either innocence or an accommodator.
He stopped walking as his eye activated and looked around. There was around a dozen akuma all targeting one particular area.
He started to run, heading toward the screams he could now hear. The sound of bullets on concrete echoed around him as he entered the battle field.
There was a woman shielding a young child. From the looks of it, she was already shot.
He watched as the stars spread over her skin and her body became a pile of dust. Her child screamed in horror, scrambling away.
The akuma raised their weapons again, preparing to attack. Allen rushed forward, using his claw to shield both himself and the child.
He activated a higher level, killing half of them in one swing. The last six or so were taken one by one.
He turned and smiled at the child, panting. Higher levels always drained him faster.
"Are you ok?" He asked. The small boy was shaking as he nodded.
"Wh-where did mommy go?" he whimpered, staring at the dust. Allen's smile faded.
"I'm sorry, little one, she's not coming back." He whispered. The boy stared at him with wide eyes for a moment before bursting into tears.
Allen scooped him up, cradling him. The boy clung to him, his grief overwhelming his small body.
"Hush now, you're safe." He headed up the street toward the hospital, though the boys wounds were minor.
He would never let this happen to his daughter. And the world couldn't afford for anything to happen to her. They needed a savior.