The Living Paradox
We live in order to die
We age in order to sin
We love so we know what hate is
We have disease so we know what health is
- The late General Forsque
The most innocent human of all (part one)
Exorcists…they exist to destroy the ominous evils known as Akuma. These demons are created by the Millennium Earl with his dark matter. When one creates a darkness in ones heart, the Duke of Millennium appears…and grants you your darkest wish, so he can destroy mankind.
However, mankind is not hopeless. God has sent us his apostles, and his apostles have weapons of their own called innocence. And these wielders of innocence are called Exorcists. The innocence come in many forms, like weapons or house hold items, but some innocence are special.
Allen Walker never knew he was special before that incident, and today he still doesn't think he is special. He was asleep; he had a black jacket adorned with silver buttons and a large silver cross. This marked him special as well, but Allen didn't realize this to terribly much. This jacket was wrapped around his body as a blanket; it was so horribly cold. This very special this lad, in dreamland, had white hair like an old man and a scar like a bleeding star a crossed his left face right over his eye. He was asleep on a train seat, therefore in an ice cold train, his deep breathes were solidified by the frost. Allen Walker's sleep was troubled…
Frost covered the windows and the spaces between mortar slabs, and though the snow had stopped, steam from the weather rolled off smooth surfaces like spirits rolling up from the earth. Church bells rang the time somewhere near by.
Bong
Bong
Bong
A cat ran a crossed the snow cover street, its coat as dark as the sky, but nowhere near as cloudy. It jumped on a frostbitten cargo box that creaks loudly at its light weight. It sniffed around light, sensing something disgusting in the air and ran away.
The cargo box rested against the ice slimed building. The building was decorated with monsters eating monsters, towns burning and kingdoms being built. The drawings were in colours of red, blue, yellow, green, and every colour in between and every shade, from the palest to eye prickling. But some of the pictures were not in paint…
Three black jackets, much like Allen Walker's jacket laid on the snow covered sidewalk, swimming in blood and human dust. Some of the blood from the jacket wearers had splattered, giving a neon yellow slug that was eating a clock tower dark red speckles. The possible culprit of this deed floated above them. It was shaped like a kumquat, grey in colour, with cannons that stuck out in every direction. No, that wasn't it. This was a simple level one Akuma, it couldn't have dispatched three warriors of God so easily.
Crunch
Beside the cargo box was a garbage can, between the two was just enough room for a small body, and indeed a small body filled that spot. The Akuma hovered away, content in the destruction it seemed. The small body had only bandages to cover it. So, it was clear that the body was a woman's body. Chill ridden skin stretched a crossed her body as though there was a shortage of it; you could count each rib. Short white was covered in frost, and silver eyes were crying tears that stung her cold face from the warmth of them. She was trembling in fear…but from what?
Crunch
A highly polished shoe could be seen from the narrow space between the box and the can. She could barely control her breath and her lips quivering; she hunched over and held her knees to her chest.
"God…help me…" Her voice quivered, like a beautiful musical note. The woman, who looked in her late thirties at the oldest, threw her head to the sky as the can was pushed over.
"Our Father whom art in heaven" she prayedraising her hands up as high as they would go, no longer caring about hidingThey were gripped together, fervently in prayer.
"Hallow be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will-" The trash can crashed down as gloved hand gripped her wrists, her very small wrists, just as God's will was being proclaimed.
"Be done, as earth as it is in heaven, give us our day, our daily bread and lead us not…"She screamed least last words; her voice was indescribably beautiful, like listening to a chorus proclaiming the good word. As though yearning to reach the clouds above, she stretches her fingers out.
"Lead you where?" Ask a voice, but that one sounded far away as Allen Walker jerked awake. His heart beat furiously in his chest as he steadied himself in his seat. Covered in a cold sweat, Allen pulled his jacket on the right way and made his way to the door. It was so cold, most likely the coldest night he ever endured in his life. An odd thought popped into his head as he pulled open the cold sliding door, 'I wonder if Linanli is freezing?'
"Krory," Allen called down the empty hall, his solid breath fell back into his eyes as the train jerked to a stop. The train wasn't supposed to stop for another three hours. His heart gave a lurch.
"Krory, where are you!?" He yelled for his partner, dashing down the hall. Some other train goers poked their heads out of their rooms, also wondering why the train was stopping. Allen couldn't explain the panic he was experiencing, but he couldn't quell it.
The train jerked into motion as soon as Allen had reached the food compartment, he quickly put his face on a frost over window, rubbing it clear as quick as he could. And his foreboding was right; Arystar Krory was standing in front of a massive arch way next to a tall top hated figure. Allen punched the window and yelled his name, Krory did not look, and the train pulled away.