Aleister Crowley's chapter! I honestly can't remember Crowley's Innocence having a name and I can't recall him ever saying 'Innocence Activate' or the like. Even if I'm wrong I'm not changing it because I think I rather like this chapter. Besides, it's called fanfiction for a reason, right?
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His Innocence didn't have a voice. He wasn't completely sure that other Innocence spoke to their compatible users, but it seemed a logical assumption. How else did the other Exorcist's learn of their combat techniques when they started out or when they evolved? Part of the reason he believed that the other Innocence had voices was because they had names they seemed to respond on varying levels.
His Innocence didn't have a voice and it didn't have a name. Aleister Crowley recognized emotion, feeling, sensation. There was desire, and anger, and sadness, but no words or voice, or even clarity. There were just pictures, dreams, visions, and impressions. Perhaps there were other Innocence like his, but he doubted it. After all, only his Innocence literally required that there be Akuma in order to function properly. There was ravenous hunger and rage in place of the clear direction and instruction he was fairly certain other Exorcists had in one way or another.
His Innocence didn't have a voice. His Innocence had a personality. Perhaps part of the reason for this was that his Innocence had resided in another living thing before him? Or maybe it was because it was fused into his blood, his bones, his marrow, his very DNA. It had taken control of his body, so was it truly so strange that it could effect his brain chemistry and create a second personality? No, he supposed it wasn't really that odd a notion.
He was rather glad that his Innocence was the way that it was, though. He had never before been assertive, aggressive, violent, or even outwardly angry. He had to wonder if he would be in any way a capable Exorcist if his Innocence didn't alter his personality to that of a very effective and enthusiastic pugilist. His Innocence was the very essence of a monster, a beast incapable of speech or real human expression, barely capable of higher brain function and almost completely lacking in conscience.
In the end he was simply grateful, both for the ability as such a fighter and for the loss of his mind. His whole life he had been regarded as something of a freak because of his family and his timid, reclusive nature had not helped. As an Exorcist he was a complete monster and he could not afford timidity or the life of a gloomy hermit. His Innocence may have been beastly, but it had been kind enough to give him the ability to take control, to fight without fear or reservation. His Innocence had been kind enough to give him the character he needed in order to take and destroy. The nameless, speechless creature that was his Innocence had given him the power to save.
His Innocence didn't have a voice or a name and, for that, he was grateful. After all, Aleister Crowely was certain that he would never have the courage to call its name aloud.
Yay for chapter six! I know it was a very short chapter, but the only other instance I've written Crowley is Impurities in the Blood, which I was actually thinking of integrating with this series, but it didn't quite fit in. Anyhow, I think this chapter says all I want it to say, as well. As always, thank you to everyone who is reading/following/reviewing this fic. I apprecaite your reviews and encouragement very much!