Prologue :Deus Adveho
The woman had just given birth to two paternal twins. One had black hair and dark skin, the other had light brown hair and pale skin. By divine irony, these two children would never be at peace.
The boys had lived twelve years before the black haired boy began acting strangely. There was a look here, a grin there, generally just small things. To begin with. Eventually, comments would be made, then jabs, then insults. He was imperious, a king. A cruel king.
The boy's mother had always been frail. One day, she finally passed on, leaving this world for the next. Being close to his mother, the brown haired boy fell into despair. His mother was the one who showed the most care, and now she was gone.
The boy's father couldn't be bothered with them, so he sent them to a prestigious boarding school. The boys stayed mostly with each other and to themselves, not bothering to associate with the other children. The brown-haired boy grew more frail, and the black-haired boy grew more and more strange.
Then, it happened. On a dark night, the black-haired boy fell into bouts of hysteria. Visions of ancient times exploded onto his mind's eye. Wars and betrayal, disease and decay, and all manner of things that constitute destitution and desolation.
Laughing hysterically, he would begin to sob uncontrollably. Rolling on the floor, the clutching his stomach.
Then, the door to his room began to glow an eerie, purple-black. A big man came through the door. He had long teeth, large ears, and a top hat. A permanent grin seemed plastered to his face. "Hello, dear one. Would you like to come with me?"
The black-haired boy raised an eyebrow, not quite comprehending. "But what...about...my little brother?"
The man's grin seemed to grow larger. "But you, a descendant of Noah, are better than him. You should come with me."
The black haired boy seemed to grin as well. "Yes. Better...but who are you?"
The man put a large, gloved hand to his face. "But who are you?"
The black-haired boy's face scrunched up in confusion. "Atrum...Pars?" The big man smiled in pleasure.
He took his top-hat off and bowed. "And my name...is the Earl of the Millennium. Pleased to meet you."
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After Atrum's disappearance, the brown-haired boys health quickly deteriorated. A sickness, fueled by depression and betrayal, crippled the boy. He sickness soon became so progressed that he had to be regulated to a hospital, with his own nurse.
One day, the brown-haired boy asked his nurse to take him on a walk around the hospital's gardens. He also asked the nurse to bring along something. "And what would that be?" She kindly asked.
The boy smiled weakly. "Well, I would like you to bring...a Bible, t-that is, if you have one."
The nurse smiled nicely, and nodded. "That would be fine. Shall I read it to you, when we stop for a rest?" He nodded.
The nurse began to rummage through the drawers, looking for a Gideon's Bible. Sure enough, there was one in the top drawer of the night stand. It looked brand new. Must have been put there by the chaplain. She thought.
They walked for a little while, that is, until the brown-haired boy grew tired. "Let's sit here." said the nurse, motioning to an inviting bench. He nodded.
When they had situated themselves on the bench, she opened the book. "Is there anything in particular you would like me to read?"
The boy thought for moment, then said, "Genesis one. I like that one. My mom read it to me, right before she died." He smiled lightly at the memory. The nurse smiled to, but out of pity.
"In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth..."
A man with snow white hair walked by. A faint, green glow was seen from his pocket. It seemed to stop the man in his tracks. He looked at the boy sitting on the bench with his nurse. He walked over. "Um, excuse me ma'am, but may I talk to this boy about something?"
The nurse nodded, but said. "I'm sorry, but I do need to stay by him. His condition doesn't allow otherwise."
The white-haired man nodded. "Of course, of course. I don't need to be alone with him, I just need to ask him some questions." He looked gently at the boy. "Now boy, what is your name?"
The boy seemed dazed, but quickly snapped back to reality. "M-my name is...Lucis Pars."
The man smiled. "You are compatible with a weapon I have in my possession, but first I need to ask you a question." The boy tilted his head. "Do you want to fix the world?"
Lucis raised an eyebrow. "The world? How?"
The man smiled slightly. "What if I offered you a way to fix the world?"
The boy seemed puzzled."What do you mean 'a way'?"
The man's smile seemed to shrink, and his eyes became downcast. "The world is full of people. People who are happy, people who are angry. People who are so sad at times, they enlist the help of a certain person. When their loved ones pass on, they are stricken with grief. That grief, and the power of the certain person, bring them back. The lost ones. The price, however, of the grieving one is high."
The man absently put a hand to his left eye. A scar with an upside-down star on the top ran along it." I should know."
Lucis thought for a moment. " And what is the price they have to pay?"
The man sighed. "The lost ones that are brought back are called akuma. The akuma, who has to obey the will of that certain, kills the grieving one, and wears that person's skin." Lucis's eyes were wide with fright and wonder. "I'm not through yet. There is, however, an order of people who are committed to destroying akuma, and defeating that certain person."
The boy looked at the man. "And who is that 'certain person'?"
The man looked sad, with a slight trace of hate lacing his words. "The Millennium Earl. But let's not go there. Let's talk about what we do specifically. I'm an exorcist. The name of the order is the Black Order, or just the Order. When we exorcise, we send the akuma to heaven."
When the man said heaven, the boy brightened a little. "That's where my mom is."
The man seemed to show that he was in an awkward position. "I-I'm sorry."
The boy shook his head. "Don't be sorry. She is in a better place, and she doesn't have to worry about the things of this world." Lucis looked at the man solemnly. "You said I can help fix the world by becoming an exorcist?"The man nodded. "I would like to become one."
The man smiled. "I'm happy to hear that."
Lucis was silent for a moment, then he looked at the white-haired man. "But first, I need to know who you are."
The man smiled and stood. "Allen Walker, at your service. I'm a general at the Black Order."
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