Disclaimer : Elsword © KoG

Warning : OOC, AU, all about Adds (aaaaaaaaaaanything about him, ok?), grammar errors may be included (please excuse my lack of verb adjusting. I'm not an expert of verb changes)

A/N : First of all. PLEASE FORGIVE US—WE COULDN'T FIND GUD IDEA ABOUT ADDS SINCE BEING HIATUS FROM ELSWORD AAAAAAAAAAHHHH I CRE WHY *cries in corner* and when Ain being released worldwide—yeah, worldwide, you know what I mean—I was captivated by his handsome look + skill… so… but… but yEAH I STILL LOVE ADD *SNIFF*

Title : Add's Diary (just abandon this random title -_-a)

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[ 10. Grenore ]

Grace Grenore cannot stop from screaming hysterically. Her face shows a clear and indescribable fear.

Her precious and only son died right before her eyes, with much of wounds caused from limitless stabbing—it made his body barbarously torn apart. Bloods spread over his upper body and genital area—luckily, the latter didn't get stabbed.

"Nooo… Nooooo… Edwaaaard…!" Grace calls his name, but all futile.

"… Grace." A menacing voice spoke her name.

A guy with rather light purple hair, anorexic body and blackish suit, walked before her and her deceased son. Without facing her, he warned ferociously, "Stay still. Don't you dare to call people here. Hide in somewhere safe, and do whatsoever you can without everyone noticing your presence."

"… Why?" Grace demands, "Why would you kill my son?! It's worthless, he'll find this corpse and remake him, just like other failed projects he conducted! … Explain me, you murderous guy!" She continues as she hug her only Edward. Her eyes were glaring furiously against the murderer's resentment eyes.

"Paranoia." He opened the gate, answering Grace's demands as he crawled into that magenta void, "It'll prevent your only son from growing into a person with decent depression and prolonged desire. If you wish your son to be resurrected, you'll pay it instead. You have to come over my starting point here, to replace this tragedy." He floated amongst the cracks, tried to balance these dimensions.

"Not at once, you devious murderer!" Grace shouted in anger.

"I feel distressed hearing you repel my wish." He sighed. Pretty much fatigue just to maintain them.

Grace stood and withstood, still sitting on the cracky ground with her dead son. Honestly, Grace wasn't sure with her choice just awhile ago. She can feel great animonsity around the murderer, but she soon realized that there was a droplet of mysterious feeling strangely she assured it won't hurt to hear. It's probably his grief. What she doesn't know is, what he's grieving for.

That murderer repeated once again, "I'll give you another chance. Follow me or stay there with those fruitless goals you once dreamed to make it happen."

She stood firm with her decision, wielding herself as a solid defense behind her son's corpse.

"You have to prove me that my son's going to fall into despair, if you assume that." Grace insisted.

"Fine." He sneered instead. He showed his neck, where his old bruise resides, "See, Grace… No, Mom. You knew perfectly, didn't you? We were captured, abused both physically and mentally. Your husband… That damn Asker, yeah. He died while defending his life just to that trash thing. That crystal. You were supposed to die protecting me. But I won't let it happen."

Grace's stance slightly shaken when she heard his reply. Prior to her plan, she was intending to send her Edward to future, regardless of their era's gap with final destination. Then her plan has worked smoothly, thus…

She immediately touched her neck, expecting an uninvited tremendous chill. Her face turns into a shock.

If I succeed on sending my son, then…

"Wait…"

Let's assume that my dear Edward later became someone who can manipulate time and space, like our technology did… Possible way is…

"You're… Edward…?" Grace's voice trembled in horror.

Soon his iris gawked in awe hearing her assumption.

"As expected of my mom. Come here… Please." Edward—in his adultish body—offer one of his hand. Trying to overcome his failure possibility.

"You're not my Edward…!"

"Believe me, I am Edward Grenore!"

"No…!" Grace shook her head, resisting in disbelief, "My Edward isn't THAT anorexic…! My son... He... He'll survive no matter what! He inherited my wishes, and I know he will fulfill it thorugh!"

"Tsk… You're persistent, huh, Mom." Edward spitted his blackish blood, displaying his disappointment, "I'll demolish you, then. At least better than seeing one of us survived this damn tragedy." He pointed his hand against Grace's face, preparing to deliver final blow to her mother.

"Nooooo—…"

Her body fractured, evolved its earthly component of body into frail purple crystals. Together, adultish Edward's body started to crack. Grace's deterioration fracturing speed exceeds even light's velocity. And so do with adultish Edward's.

I cannot die here… No, just no…!

Both their body burst out into millions of crystal pieces. The gate adultish Edward once opened, starting to shut off.

Before her thoroughly demise, she fell onto the ground, she vaguely see something angelic right before her own eyes. However, that angelic figure seem covered with emptiness. It's a male one, with void eyes. He summoned a scythe from the pendulum, and inquired, "Thee, stoping over these mourning and joyful journey. Are you willing to take your responsibility for your doomed fate?"

Grace shed her last droplets of tear, muttered wobbly, "... pe... ward... stop... this... orry..."

Her body vaporized into crystal particles that wanders the way wind blows, whereas its soul was captured by that angel's scythe. He showed no significant emotion but his tighten grasp on his scythe. Then he materializes his body—in which had been incompletely formed, showed more details on his face and attire. He lay his foots on the ground of mess—let's say, nearly destroyed timeline.

Behind his fringes, the eyes were staring onto its destorying timeline.

And one of his eyes shed droplets of painful tear. Crying over something that cannot be restored anymore.

"I'm pulling you two into Void..." The angel grumbled in dissatisfy, "Sorry, Mr. Ancient. At least you two can spend your lost 'normal life' there..." He continued, as he swung the scythe upward.

Scythe stayed alert even despite floating on the sky, begins to scan and send Grace's soul to his domain—Void Gate—alongside that Edward guy.

Those two, died together after Asker Grenore, huh...

There's something he regretted while sending them to his domain.

For not confessing his feeling towards Mr. Ancient—a nickname he addressed to Edward. Whenever he sends the soul to the realm they should belong, but with both Grenores stings his dearest heart. He firstly didn't recognize this emotion, but alongside their journey made him realize some things about him. Talking about his past—to which he secretly found kinda interesting—and sometimes argue over trivial problems.

Therefore he could see his true color. His gloomy, yet struggling colour which amuses him.

He bowed before his scythe, condolences of Grenore's agonizing depart to the void.

"I love you, Mr. Ancient. Good bye, and please have a peaceful rest with your mother." He ended his scythe's interference, and continued his neverending travel.

To execute those evildoers. Regardless of saddenning past of them.

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[ To be Continued ]