"Good Morning"…
The sentence snapped the Millenium Earl from his daily dilly-dallying while trying to find yet another lost soul wanting to revive their loved ones. The vision he received from the akuma he sent to attack the order sent a shiver to his spine. It has been a long time since he feels like this. A simple sentence he heard too often from the other Noahs and the servants on his Mansion yet this one – it shakes him.
The fourteenth… he's finally back. Back in the personification of Allen Walker. The exorcist he hated with passion. And yet, he found himself protecting him over and over again. Was this the reason why?
He hated the fourteenth with the same passion back then as well. Yet he cannot help but enjoying the fourteenth existence while he was by his side. He wanted the fourteenth to always be by his side.
He lived for several millennia before the first cube attack and being the first apostle, he came to a conclusion that there is one emotional trait he will always lack. For all other emotions he could lacks, this one he actually feel grateful of – if that's what you would call it. Without it, he would never feel chained for family ties are different matters from the emotion that often binds at the cost of one's life and distress.
Then he met him. An innocence wielder who worked subtly, unlike his predecessors. He infiltrated the rank quite easily – the only non-noah who managed to gain his respect for despite all the deceptions, fears, and irritations most Noah would cause, he always kept a level-headed approach in everything he did.
It started out as a game for him for by the time he realized what had happened, two of his family members were already attached to the innocence wielder. Killing the wielder immediately would create friction within the family as two of the Noahs were loved by one or two other members of the family. And thus, the game of cat and mouse begins as he attempt to drive out the intruder.
He fell for the intruder instead.
He would never know what he felt about him however. For all the nights they spent together, he never knows what the wielder thought. It drove him mad. He never thought he could be that gentle to somebody before – to want to protect with all his might. His life, on the other hand… how do you get rid of a life that could never be gotten rid of in the first place? He does not subscribe to the philosophy that he has to suffer to let the other be free yet he does not want to let go.
And so he kept a blind eye – continuing to wistfully daydream that he wielder would fell the same way he did, resulting in a perfect conclusion, while at the same time, anticipating the miserable conclusion that is long time coming.