Disclaimer - I do not own DGM
Chapter Twenty-One - Wrath
After bringing about the deaths of the two Noah who were once one I continue on my way down the corridor. At this point I'm no longer desperately hoping that I'm going in the right direction… and I'm no longer concerned with running into other members of the Clan of Noah.
In fact now I'm actively searching for them.
Finding the control room for the Black Ark can wait until I have dispatched every last one of them.
I'm sure that I should feel at least some measure of remorse for the lives that I have taken, despite the fact that my victims were of the Clan of Noah. The old me would lament this loss of life, the blood that had been shed, but even knowing this I simply can't bring myself to care. In fact, if anything, the lust for blood has only grown stronger. Where before I was searching for the control room of the Black Ark, now I'm actively seeking out the other Noah. I know, without even a shadow of a doubt, that they are actively searching for me as well and this thought sends a thrill through my body that I've never known before.
I feel absolutely intoxicated at the thoughts of spilling more blood, at the prospect of watching the light of life fading from the eyes of another victim.
"What has become of you boy?"
I could be wrong, since it's happened before, but I think I detect a slight note of shock in the voice of my personal demon. Seems that the traitor Noah is surprised by this side of me… a side that he brought out. All of this is HIS fault so he has absolutely no right to be shocked about it now.
"Like that's a question that you should even have to ask." The words are snarled through clenched teeth and I don't even slow my pace. Running into Debitto and Jasdero only solidified in my mind the possibility that I'm traveling in the right direction. Which is good because, despite my new found resolve, my sense of direction remains as lousy as ever.
One of the many curses that have plagued me my entire life. And currently the bane of my existence.
"I thought that we were searching for the control room my dear boy?"
"Do I detect a note of warning in your voice?" This time I have to ask because, although I know there's something odd about the voice in the back of my head, I can't quite place it.
"I just don't think that it's wise to press your luck at this point."
"Guess you're just gonna have to deal with it." My voice is harsh and my pace still doesn't slow… I'm determined to find and slaughter every last one of them. It's not the path that I would have chosen for myself but now that I have been forced to embark upon it I have committed myself fully. They are all going to die and I am going to bring about an end to this fight that I never asked for. This life of constant strife that was forced upon me.
By all of them.
The corridor that I've been running down is now lined on either side by long rows of doors and, drawing to a halt, I gaze at them in dismay. This brings back memories of my time spent in the White Ark, during the time when the Earl was attempting to destroy it. Not a happy thought really.
And the voice of my personal demon arises once again, to offer no help what so ever.
"Pick a door, any door."
Wishing, not for the first time, that it were possible for me to beat the traitor Noah to a bloody pulp I grind my teeth together. At the same time clenching both hands into tight fists. Honestly I'm not really a fan of his suggested course of action but I'm not an idiot either. Like it or not I fully realize that there isn't really any other choice.
So, after scanning the long line of doors on the right hand side of the corridor, I make my decision. Striding over to the door I grasp it with my gloved hand, pulling it open fiercely and stepping inside without so much as a second's hesitation. The room is bathed in shadows, lighting being practically non existent. Relying heavily on my other senses I walk further into the room, fairly certain at this point that this isn't the room that I'm seeking.
But the energy that is palpable in the air leads me to believe that I've found something better. A smirk spreads across my face as I gaze around, attempting to make out anything that might be hiding in the shadows.
Because I can tell that I'm not alone in this room… and the presence that I feel has nothing to do with the traitor Noah that is my constant companion. No, it's definitely someone, or something else.
The sound of maniacal laughter rings out as I near the center of the room, where the lighting is somewhat better. Stepping out of the shadows on the other side of the lighted area is a huge figure that I recognize as one of the members of the Clan of Noah. If I recall correctly his name is Skinn Bolic and he's the Noah that BaKanda fought against during our time trapped within the White Ark. He smiles rather toothily as he and I come to stand face to face.
"Took a wrong turn huh? Well it's gonna be the last mistake you ever make boy." His words are meant to goad me into acting rashly I'm sure… or perhaps he really is that stupid. Not that it matters to me either way. I can't really be certain, owing to the fact that there isn't a mirror nearby, but I would wager that there is a sadistic light shining in my mismatched eyes at this point. The blood lust is still there and I stare malevolently at the Noah.
"You're going to die here…" My voice is low and threatening, the words that I speak a statement rather than a warning. This will be the last battle for this particular member of the Clan of Noah.
Just like his rather inept siblings he will fall by my hand. Yet another to add to the growing list of casualties. Another life that I will not mourn the loss of.
A/N - End of yet another chapter and now Allen is face to face with the Noah of Wrath. Stay tuned for the next chapter to find out how it all works out. Hope that you enjoyed.