D. Gray-man: Alternate Universe? Try Time Travel!:
Omake (?) 2: Premonition
AN:
"Tell me what you cherish most. Give me the pleasure of taking it away."
- Sephiroth, Final Fantasy Series
CHINA
Destruction.
That's what a young girl saw in droves. Lately she seemed to be varying between what kind of things she saw. Case in point, yesterday she had seen how a towns-person would finally get his woman. Today, it understood the complete annihilation of a place coated in advanced technology, by something more fit for a Civil War re-enactment than an actual battle.
A canon. A monstrous canon, made of many, many monstrous creatures.
The concept of using a canon to annihilate a veritable pyramid of technology confused her to no end. She couldn't comprehend what was being destroyed, in earnest. A sleek, black, and impossibly tall pyramid that went above the clouds in height was, according to her eyesight, destroyed by a canon of all things.
She honestly had no clue what it could mean, and just before she decided to leave the image along and turn in for the night, she caught sight of another confusing spectacle.
Darkness and light; combating and conversing. The embodiment of how far good could fall fighting against the epitaph of all things holy and corrupt; a being of perfect gray.
The fallen angel, wearing a tan coat, was speaking to the neutral demon/angel, perhaps a hybrid of both, as the latter poured on more and more power into the clash they were in. The battle seemed to flash brilliantly with white light, and when it cleared showcased a very different scene.
The being of gray had become black; his soul had corrupted, his mind had eroded. The tan coat wearing abomination was grinning, evilly, like a child whom gained a new toy.
They neared each other; the former being the approached, the other, the distance closer.
When they neared the scene morphed again; this time displaying the newly fallen angel in a white so bright it could have given god a run for his money, with his hand on the other man's shoulder, whom was still black as ever. However, their hair colour's confused her more; it even mildly reminded her of the yin-yang concept.
The black angel had hair more blindingly white than even snow, with the other's hair so dark light itself was absorbed by it.
Then that scene shifted; the entity of pure evil shifting into a rather portly one. Otherwise, the image remained the same.
The image disappeared, this time displaying a phrase, spoken if the quotation marks indicated anything, that stated in the same font as traditional Latin:
"No longer is turning back an option for me. Truly, it never was viable, but even in the past it was optional.
Now…I must welcome the darkness."
Hard to comprehend words turned to a scene that scared her, to the core.
The boy, oh yes the angel turned demon was but a boy, stood in the centre of a ring.
A ring, of death.
Corpses. People wearing black Uniforms were splayed out on the scorched earth; others, with black skin most likely only as dark as they were from copious amounts of fire. All of them, dead. All of them, burned not beyond recognition, much to her gruesome horror.
The murderer merely stood tall over the near ash level of burnt corpses, pleasantly smiling.
Yet his eyes were not; for from them came tears of true despair.
"I am alone." He stated with perpetual sadness to no one.
"I won, yet I lost."
And then everything went black. The vision died, leaving the crystal ball in all its ordinary glory.
Its owner sat back in her chair, terrified out of her mind.
Then, she screamed, fore the terror of her vision only then truly grasped her mind in fear.
AN:
"...You will never change..."
