So… this is sorta a sequel to just about any of my fics. This will be multi-chapter, a chapter (or two) for each life excluding the first and the second which are covered in DGM itself. I made the first and second life descriptions a bit vague because we don't know all that much about the Fourteenth's life (the first) and the second life is still continuing in DGM as well as the fact that the way the exorcists die in that life vary depending on my fics… If you look, all of my stories (even those with 'happy endings') never guarantee that they will die happy, just that, in those particular fics, they are happy in the end of the narration. I was inspired by what a couple of my friends have told me about The Book Thief, since that was supposedly narrated by Death (I've never actually read it myself… yet). And, I admit, I based Death a little of myself. The other chapters will be general third person, maybe with the ending explicitly by Death, but this will be the only one where Death mentions itself (though I kinda picture her to be female) consistently.
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I am Death. Stealing souls and lives and sending them back into the worlds as haunted twisted beings is my game. But that boy... that boy suffered too much. If I could've saved a soul, I would've saved his.
In the first life, you could say he was known as the Musician, the Fourteenth, among other things. Names like demon, monster, traitor, haunted his life, but before that, he had been a brother, a friend, a son. Him, I rarely regretted taking. Only in moments where the one known as Mana Walker would cry and scream would I feel a twinge at the edge of what you could call a heart, a conscience, a soul.
In the second life, he was Allen Walker, the Exorcist. He was a martyr consumed by darkness, a boy who feared the past that wasn't truly his. He was loved by all and devoted his life not only to humans, but to the akuma, the demons that had taken away the happy what-could-have-been of a life with his father figure. He too was deemed a demon, a monster, a freak, but he truly deserved the terms savior, martyr, friend, companion, comrade, son, lover. And I hated taking him away. I hated taking the one who loved him away. I hated causing such pain. I had to, because of who I am, but it pulled at the fibers of my existence. I hated tearing his friends away from him and tearing him away from his friends, but it had to be done. I hated even existing, because I always loomed. I hated the fact that he and the one he loved, Kanda Yuu, would hold each other close and just breathe in each others' existence for they knew I would arrive soon. That small lonely group of Exorcists was the first that I truly hated stealing.
In the third life, Allen Walker roamed alone, followed by nightmares of pasts he did not live. In the third life, he was the young child burdened by memories of a long-forgotten war. In the third life, he was the young man, always gazing into the distance, perhaps the future, perhaps the past, that people yearned to hold and accept. In that third life, Allen Walker was the old man who died among villagers who cared for him like family, yet was still alone. I took his soul, grateful to relieve him from his weary wandering.
In the fourth life, I was loathe to release his soul, for I had released others that would resonate within him. In that fourth life, he found small joy among two friends from lives before. In that fourth life, he managed to find true moments of joy, yet the two souls found more joy in each other than him. I was glad to give those souls their final life and let the two who had never had a chance- the young fragile girl, and the young man who wasn't allowed to love- the happiness they deserved, but it caused him too much pain. This death was bittersweet, among friends, at a young age, without the one he loved, a sad smile on his face.
In the fifth life, I was afraid. I had the same deep fear as most have of me, that things would go horribly wrong. But that soul needed release. That soul deserved joy, and only one other soul could grant him that. So I released Allen Walker's soul, in hopes that it would rejoin with Kanda Yuu, and all would be well.