Disclaimer: D. Gray-Man characters belong to Katsura Hoshino

Claimer: I own the plot and OCs

Warnings: AU; one mention of Lavi

Pairings: Lavi X OC


We go into the past with the telling of this story.

The 21st century has a special place in providing a thriving population on the hardness of the heart. Left and right anyone can see just what is meant by that when looking for the worst in people.

Carreau, a previous Prince of Powers, now is a demon who is tasked with tempting man with a hardness of the heart. Due to supply and demand of this century, he is more than happy that he's one of the demons who have more work. He needs countless assistants to keep up with the times.

There is a demon there when a person ignores the homeless. There's a demon who serves Carreau when teen girls bully outcasts. There's a demon present when you cheat people out of what is rightfully theirs. There is a demon lurking when humans steal.

There's always a demon present when humankind is, in general, cruel to other humans. With the turn in popularity for materialization, there has been a quick response from the demons upon seeing such an opportunity. Unfortunately, this has finally caught the attention of the angels from heaven as seeing this as a great problem.

To not show the kindness of heart, not helping those in need even if it be a little, can be considered a sin.

And so during this time we focus in on a serial killer. They're prime "breeding" grounds for demon appearances. An assistant to Berith—originally prince of the Cherubim who now resides in the first hierarchy of hell now tempts men to commit homicide—and an assistant to Balban—a demon of delusion—are just a few to name that hover around an thirty-four year old man who has taken men and women alike who are related to social service jobs and children, with dark brown hair and green eyes.

An assistant for Carreau is ever more present than the other demons. Just like her master, she leads men to hardness of the heart.

The serial killer currently has got a male constrained by leather straps to a metal table. The man is trying to scream but is muffled with a sock in his mouth and duct tape to keep it inside. This serial killer is currently sterilizing his equipment, going through meticulous measures in getting rid of any evidence that can be left behind as he does his work. A variety of saws lie on a tray nearby the table with a few clothes lying nearby.

This serial killer takes these people, cuts off some of their limbs to make them look smaller, reattaches the extremities to the shortened stumps, and does his best to make them look like children.

He's been called the Doll Maker.

He used to feel guilt and regret upon hearing the screams of his ten victims so far. With Carreau's assistant's help, though, he's gotten numbed to the cries of pain and thinks nothing of it as if he's slaughtering pigs to be eaten.

"You know he has a wife and ten year old daughter… I think maybe his darling little girl will love having a brother, don't you?" Carreau's assistant whispers inaudibly.

The brown-red-haired girl lets a small malicious smile form on her face. Her words aren't actually heard, but the very idea forms inside the serial killer's head when he starts to wonder if it's a good idea to place this man on his family's doorstep, as the Doll Maker started to do after his third victim. The demon's empty hazel eyes look over the body of the naked forty-something man lying on the table with struggling that has yet to cease.

Her lean slouching body hovers over the serial killer who's sitting down on a heightened stool as he moves onto another saw to sterilize and clean. In the lighting her white skin looks sickly pale, making her freckles stand out around her nose and under her eyes. The black colored tattoos on her fingers stand out, four rings on each finger, as she gently keeps her unseen hands on the serial killer's shoulders.

Despite the two names this demon has had, she prefers to be called Navi instead.

The tall, lean killer stands up with saw in hand. Muffled screams become more urgent. Navi has to make room for a few other demons leaning in to whisper honeyed words into the man's brain as he approaches the social worker. They whisper over how the sacrifice for happy children is necessary, and this man doesn't know it just yet. They whisper how this killer is the only best candidate to deliver such happiness and that no one understands his genius intellect just yet.

The demons cackle in glee as blood gushes from the bites of the saw digging into human flesh and muscle. A few scream right in the victim's face in turn, even though they can't be heard. Navi's small smile never fades as she backs away and leaves the morgue altogether.

She knows very well that the serial killer would be caught tomorrow when he plans on dropping off the body since the police have caught on to him. The killer knows this as well and plans to make this last victim a work of art. It's time for Navi to move on to a new human who will offer up plenty of cold shoulders and ignorance of people's suffering in this world.

Hazel eyes look up toward the sky, small malevolent smile still present. She takes in the full pleasure in killing off God's child. This victim wasn't a very church-going sort of man and so now his soul belongs to hell. Part of it would go into Carreau's possession since Navi, his assistant, has had a hand in this destruction.

The smile drops and Navi turns her gaze from the cloudy sky. When someone is being killed by the Doll Maker she prefers that it be sunny so that God's sight is "clearer," but she can tolerate the clouds since light isn't always her most favored part of the day. Upon looking out onto the road and trees near the morgue, she sees a redhead walking by and stopping to look at her.

He looks so normal, but pulsating under his skin she can see a weird translucent glow to him. The two stop and stare at each other for a moment, considering the meeting between demon and angel. Just as the demon can see the redheaded angel, the heavenly host can see this demon with something almost like shade pumping just under her skin.

Navi raises a hand and waves to the green-eyed teen-looking angel. He continues to stare at her, and it's odd to see an angel at such a time. Navi pays it no real mind like usual. She feels that green eye watching her as she turns her back on the redhead and goes back toward the morgue and around a corner only to disappear from the area and end up in a graveyard in Ireland, somewhat near the city of Dublin.

Every so often the demon is pulled to an old, beaten and poor excuse for a grave marker. She crouches down, running long fingers over the long-ago worn name on the gravestone.

Aislin Gallagher
1151-1169

The rest is unreadable. Despite this, Navi has memorized the small message printed in Gaelic. Lately, though, as much as she tries to remember it the wording starts to slip from her mind so she does her best not to think about it too much. She knows for a fact that it's just a small prayer followed by a saying that she was a beloved daughter and sister.

"You're here early."

Standing up quickly and turning, Navi stands taller instead of hunching her shoulders as she usually tends to do. She holds her chin up higher when coming face-to-face with Carreau, the demon who's her master.

Carreau, in his current form, is a man standing at six feet. He has slicked back black hair with knowing green eyes. He's wearing a suit and looks more like a clean shaven and crude CEO businessman. It's acceptable and normal considering how popular he is among the demons in this day and age. His presence is imposing and hard to ignore, giving a person the feeling that they've done something wrong no matter what it is they do and that their failures are out and exposed for him to see.

Chances are that might be right.

Navi gives a low bow and greets, "Your Majesty."

It's a title she gave to him that he doesn't deserve, but he seems to like her sucking up seeing as he's made her his assistant to top all the others.

"Is there a reason you're here instead of with the serial killer?" Carreau asks.

Navi stands up straight again, keeping her gaze down at Carreau's knees as she answers, "The police will catch him tomorrow and I figured that I could move on to someone else. Maybe coming sooner than later can earn me a nice chance at a soul. Who knows?"

"I need you to keep an eye out from now on, since I know how wrapped up in your job you can get." Carreau takes long strides forward and he sets a hand on Navi's headstone. He looks at his hand and crinkles his nose as he wipes away some dirt and the remnants of moss. He turns his green eyes to the brown-red-haired demon and says, "You have to pay attention from now on. I've gotten information that the angels are starting to watch our movements since there's so many of us nowadays. If at all possible, I want you to find ways to throw off their records or lead them astray so they don't try to interfere in any way."

"I saw an angel when I left the morgue today," Navi mentions. "It was a redhead. Now that I think about it, I remember he was holding a few books and a lot of notebooks. I think he might have been one of those angel recorders."

Upon hearing this news, the higher ranked male demon heaves a sigh as he analyzes his fingernails in discontent and disappointment. Navi, who was using her hands as she speaks, quickly clasps them together and looks down again upon seeing that look on her master's face.

"Looks like they're more knowledgeable than I was brought to believe. From now on, if you see those angels again, I want you to try to distract them if at all possible. Keep them focused on you so that they're information mainly comprises of what you do so their numbers start to go down, hopefully."

"You can count on me."

"Of course I can."

Looking back up, the redhead looks around but doesn't see the tall businessman anymore. This is the first time she's had to come into any real contact with any angels and it naturally makes her nervous, but curiosity starts to rear its head within her mind as she thinks of ways she can mess around with angels. Perhaps this would prove her competence to Carreau and that would bring her chances at taking his place ever closer.

Your position will be mine soon enough, she thinks as she crouches down beside her gravestone again. A morose smile forms on her face again as she runs her fingers over her old name in a previous life as she thinks, And then you'll be the one to bow down to me.


In the first chapter there were a few warnings and disclaimers, but those are technically foreshadows of what's to come next. From now on I won't put those disclaimers unless I'm using them.

Later chapters there will be more Lavi. Like my previous chapter, this is more of an introduction.

Reviews would be appreciated! I would really love to get some constructive criticism as well!