A/N: I don't own Ao no Exorcist.
Once upon a time, the story ended.
Moored to nameless soil it fed a whisper to the living walls, and they buried it within. Buried it deep.
Hunger, they know. Wait, they know.
Purpose, they have no use for.
Maybe there was purpose once, when the compass points knew where to find them. Maybe there was purpose, but it has been forgotten.
They have been forgotten; by the world, by its people, by their own creator.
Now,
how about another fairy tale?
