D. Gray-man: Alternate Universe? Try Time Travel!:
Chapter 47: The Descent, I
AN: VERY QUICK IMPORTANT SIDE NOTE THAT ROVES YOUR RONG TIME FOR RISTENING:
In case you were wondering folks, some chapters have endings that aren't 'true'. Like the ending of the last main story based chapter. Adam didn't 'actually' have that conversation the second he woke up. He still wakes up yes, but didn't speak initially after doing so. The more you know, after all.
Just so you know – the mindfuck that was last chapter – will make sense if you read far enough into the story. Although…
All good things must come to an end I'm afraid. This story is no exception. :P Unfortunately for you people, this story's end is near.
LE GASP!
No, not as I'm going to cancel this story. Again. I mean as in this particular part of the story is going to end.
It's more…metaphorical than literal when I say the end is near. The story, the one of Adam the time traveller, is soon going to end. The story of Adam the Monster on the other hand…not so much.
I spent three weeks making that god damn phrase you know, so you should at least ponder what it means for me if you don't mind. It's more or less, Adam is the hero that DGM deserves, but not needs.
Or something like that.
Just a side note though; whilst I say this is the end, I don't mean the end is going to be too soon. Truth be told, the end is probably more like, say, ten, maybe even twenty, chapters away? Of course, in truth if I factored in the chapters ascertaining to the actual plot, and not chapters like the previous one or the others that simply offered different tidbits of info and such, it'd probably be more like five or ten at the most.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the beginning of the end. It'll be a beautiful Armageddon in future chapters. :P (Wow, page long AN in Microsoft Word. O-O Hawt daaaamn)
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(You know, they really should label these hidden locations)
(Then they wouldn't hidden, stupid)
(One; your face. Two; then we'd remove the labels. Duh)
Adam-
ACTUALLY, NOPE, FLASH FORWARD TO THE FUTURE CUZ I LOVE TROLLING YOU GUYS
…"No…" This couldn't happening. There wasn't a feasible way for it to happen. She couldn't dead. She couldn't be. There was…just no way. "No." His voice had risen in a cocktail of ways; most noticeably, in emotion level. Right now, he sounded like a gentle breeze could snap his mind in half.
"Oh, do believe in it my Dear Adam~~." The 14th spoke, malice subverted by niceness therefore making him infinitely more threatening. "She is dead, by your bloodthirsty hands no less~~."
"No…" Adam murmured; voice like a ghost.
"Yes." Neah/Allen returned. "I'll admit, maybe forcing you to kill the woman who loved you with all her heart, and you in turn then discovered also felt the same way, however that worked, might have been going a little bit further than necessary to prove my point. God is despicable; otherwise he wouldn't have allowed me to do as I wish."
"She…she had nothing to do with this…!" Adam's voice was hollow; the kind only known to the heaviest of grievers.
"Precisely, my Dear Adam~~." The 14th overenthusiastically quipped. "God is an, excuse the pun, ungodly sadist, torturing all of those who follow him and even those who do not. Now do you see why I wage this war? For the sake of all of us, I plan to overthrow God, and replace him so that I can better manage the world. Someone has to, and since no one else can, it has to be me.
Or, perhaps, it can be us. What of the two family members, two brothers not by blood but by hardship, fighting against the tyranny of God. How does such an idea sound to you, hm?"
Adam's face, despite the heart-wrenching gut churning heart-string pulling grief overwhelming all aspects of his character, displayed nothing of his thoughts on the proposition.
Yet, a small movement in his posture gave away that something within him must have simply, given way then and there.
"…Actually, that doesn't sound too bad." Adam's downcast gaze was replaced with true conviction; the kind only the most deranged could bare. He approached his 'brother', with calm strides and features. "That doesn't sound bad at all. It might even be fun." His tone, smile and eyes displayed pure glee and calmness; something even Neah/Allen had to admit was mildly intimidating. He expected something like this from his Akuma creations; not the Teen he knew as Adam Phoenix Millennium.
Regardless, when Adam eventually neared him enough to place his hand on his shoulder, which he did, the 14th smiled.
"Welcome to the Clan of Noah then, 'Brother'." He cheerily said.
"Thanks for the greeting but, the chance at stabbing some bigger fish is all the welcoming I need." Demonic, simply, was Adam Phoenix Millennium, Exorcist of the Black Order's facial expression. There was bloodlust in that face; of that, the 14th understood clearly.
He smiled. Truly, this would be the beginning of a beautiful friendship. For as long as Adam was valuable of course. Then, it was out the proverbial airlock with him. (Actually, thinking about it, it might not be too late to throw My Innocence out the airlock – Adam)(It never is, indeed – Alien Guy Promethean From Either Aliens or Mass Effect)
ALSO NOPE, I'M NOT TELLING YOU THE WHOLE STORY OF HOW ADAM ENDED UP LIKE THAT
BASICALLY, ENJOY THE BEGINNING OF WHAT IS EFFECTIVELY KNOWN, AS THE 'ADAM'S DOWNFALL' ARC,
From Monster of the Black Order to Monster of the Noah Clan, Adam Phoenix Millennium falls…
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(You know, they really should label these hidden locations)
(And why do I feel like I've said that before?)
"Hello there, Apostle. It is nice to finally meet you. I am the Heart of Innocence, and I'm wondering where you're from exactly," was precisely what I expected to hear the moment I was awake.
Of course, then I realised how god damn stupid and Baron-like that sounded, and dismissed that it could possibly happen.
Speaking of waking up, I did so with a killer headache, yet somehow light-headed and feeling absolutely defeated. Waking up also didn't feel like it should; even then my mind felt like it was stuffed with sludge, and thoughts passed me by on the highway of information I had been tossed off.
Thankfully, the beating didn't render me blind (optimism; being thankful that at the very least, after having your ass handed to you three ways to Sunday, you aren't missing your eyesight – Baron) meaning I could examine my surroundings in true detail.
Whatever there was of it to scrutinise, that is. Literally, in all directions, white was there. No items were distinguishable; if they were even there, from the gargantuan sea of pure light. Even closing my eyes didn't afford me much protection from the scanning-esq nature of all that light; giving me a few clues as to how exactly my headache had become as bad as it was.
"Hello there, Apostle. It is nice to finally meet you. I am the heart of Innocence, and I'm wondering where you're from exactly." Spoke a seemingly magnanimous voice, directly before me some distance away.
I believe a cuss is in order.
Shit.
Just…shit. I really need to stop jinxing myself. I'm pretty sure if I started thinking 'oh gee, I hope I don't get hit by a bus filled with orphans and medical supplies for Irony's sake' that I will, however that logic works. Oh shit, I just thought that. Erm…I hope I don't get laid repeatedly by really hot women! Wait…does it only work for the first part of the thought, meaning I am now bound to screw a bunch of ugly women, or the thought in its entirety, meaning I am bound to screw a bunch of beautiful women. Or maybe it's all about grammar and punctuation; after all, it's the difference between helping your Uncle Jack off his horse, and helping your Uncle jack off his horse. Something to deliberate over at another time, I guess.
Huh, 'be careful what you wish for, it just might come true' much?
This kinda reminds me of this one movie, set in this one time, that I saw at a place sometime in the past, with Adam Sandler in it, and he wished to control stuff like reality. I think it was called 'Assuming Remote Control' or perhaps I'm thinking too much of Mass Effect. And I think it ended this one way, where the story was concluded, after giving a moral message in an action that Adam Sandler did…I think. It was funny too.
Anyway, without further retardation clogging the way, I wrenched my head upwards, and stared intently at the one who spoke.
Which turned out to be a picture perfect replica of myself also sitting down; and doing so casually. What the fuck.
When attempting to screech "HE IS A RED SPY" and point, I discovered however that what he replicated was me when complete.
To elaborate, if I were to grip anything with my right arm, it would have been impossible.
You can't grasp anything without hands after all, in case the remark went over your head.
From the elbow down, my right arm was missing. Gone. Not there. Missing its existence. Had skedaddled.
And that lead to even more confusion. "When did they take my arms…I mean forearm!" I bellowed in horror, clutching where the appendage should be.
"Oh, that." The red spy/Heart commented casually. "My dear protector Apocryphos had to remove the Traitor from your body for my protection. Unfortunately, some of it resided within that arm even after the bulk of it was removed, and it had to be severed." The casual tone just made the situation that much more menacing.
There he was. The Heart of Innocence, I realised. There was the being capable of, when wielded, defeating the Millennium Earl. He had taken my appearance; to mock me or otherwise I didn't know. What I did know though, was it had an inquisitive nature; case in point, the following:
"You also have yet to answer my question boy; where are you from, exactly? Curiosity over your answer for me is quite overwhelming. I daresay my nature of being inquisitive is my only downfall."
Eye twitching, I quipped sarcastically, "your modesty is a shining beacon in this dark night."
The Heart chuckled, something coated in sheer arrogance. "How very human of you to respond such."
"And what is that exactly meant to mean?" I responded icily, and the Heart merely laughed.
"Why, it means precisely that. It is extremely human of you to be sarcastic toward and jealous of a superior being." The sheer confidence in his character made punching him seem all the more viable with each passing second.
"The only person on top of anyone is me over your mother last night." I shot back.
"A war of words is it? Funny thing, that. Words. You humans communicate in such an inefficient fashion. Why can't you just share a connection with each other's minds; it'd be easier that way, no doubt." His standard manner of speaking seemed to be either nearly mockingly jovial or just plain borderline mocking.
"Yes, because obviously what humans want is to become Vulcans."
"Who?"
"Er, nothing."
"You've piqued my interest boy; spill it."
Ah, shit, this was bad. I had only made a joking statement and now it had only added more suspicious fuel to the inquisitive fire.
…Actually, who would throw a suspicious substance onto a raging fire anyway? Not important.
"Vulcans are an ancient race of whores, sex-addicted rapists and people who make really bad decisions in life.
In other words, your mother last night, or on the day you were born."
"Ha, ha, ha." He said slowly, clapping with each 'ha'. "Do you plan your speeches out thoroughly, or do you simply construct the bridge to cross the metaphorical social chasm as you need it?"
"I construct bridges to get over your mother, but not for conversations, no, everything I do is freeform. People like you aren't quite worth planning ahead for."
"And you believe me to be of lower wit than you?"
"What gave you that idea?"
"Ha, point to you for that, I'll admit. Yet, you seem to be forgetting one thing boy." A chill suddenly crept over me, like a python. "This is my realm we're in; my Soul Dimension. In here, I can make it agonising for you, or it can be pure bliss. Case in point,
Pain." At the word, it appeared extensively all over me. The agony was intense; far grander than even burning myself alive could ever hope to be. Thankfully, the pain dispersed soon after.
"Pleasure." At the word, I suddenly knew it very well. The sheer soul-lifting joy quickly became the most addictive feeling there was. It was reminiscent of simpler times. Times I spent with my brother; my family. When my dad read to me on the rare occasion his workload was lighter than usual. When my mother would coddle me and mumble apologies for minutes on end, for things I still don't even know why. It was only uplifting since that was the only time I ever embraced her; the mood be damned. It even reminded me of the birthday plans my brother and I had constructed; we'd bloody turned my room into a conspiracy theorist's wet dream with all the thumbtacks and red string. Explaining had been a biiiiitch to mom and dad, yet the journey was worth it.
Scarily, I realised, this was the first time I had felt genuine happiness in years.
Even quicker than the pain, it dispersed, leaving me simply wanting more.
"That as you can see is precisely why you should pay close attention to your words and intentions behind them. Get snarky, and you will beg for death; be polite and respectful, and you will beg for more."
"In some really, really abstract way, I think this counts as Masturbation." Invisible flames burned underneath my skin.
"In one ear and out the other it seems." My near complete duplicate chided cheerily.
"Or in one hole and the other in your mother's case." Again, suffering and whatnot.
"You'd think a human couldn't get any more stupid…"
"There's your mother, you know." Annnnnd suffering.
"How many times do you need to be wracked with pain to understand the concept of holding your tongue?"
"There's a BDSM joke to be made about that statement, but I don't think I can bondage the words together." Pain.
"I guess there is no training you-"
"Since I'm not your mother of course." I hilariously interrupted, and then omfgmyfaceisonfire.
Sighing in annoyance, The Heart of Innocence stared at me intently for a few long, seemingly eternal seconds.
"Will you answer my question of where you're from now, or do I have to wait until the merging process is complete before I get my answer?" He inquired casually.
That stopped me in my tracks.
Merge? The hell? Was he actually a Vulcan? Briefly, I humoured the thought of Spock Kanda, which almost led to my literal downfall out of the chair, but sliced the idea right in two with my mental Katana. (You don't mess with Mental Katana. You just don't. – Adam)
"Merging process?" I spoke, mildly fumbling for words in sheer confusion.
The Heart grinned wider, and far more sinisterly.
"Yes. In case you couldn't tell, access to my Sōru sunpō, Soul Dimension, is only possible for those bonded to me and myself. Right now, I have approximately half of your body in my grasp, and am currently burrowing into your mind. In a matter of minutes, we will merge completely, although I say 'merge' loosely. To be accurate; your soul be broken down to power me, I'll gain your body as my host and your mind for my leisure."
Well…this was quite the predicament. On one hand, here was the god damn heart of Innocence, wishing to merge with me, and therefore stop the war by defeating the Ea-
Actually, he didn't state what he was going to do afterwards.
"Say you consume me," I began coolly, "then what?"
"Why, I will do as I always do; hide and silently absorb human souls to continue recovering all the power I lost long ago."
I gaped. "That's what you do?"
"Do you have a problem with that?" He said, eyebrow raised.
"Not quite. I'm all for the whole 'sacrifices are needed' stuff but, is this at random or are you picking and choosing?" Playing god I meant. Was he playing God whilst no one was looking, was my underlying question. I didn't understand why I wanted to know exactly what he was doing; people I didn't know, never would and are needed for the war effort are people I couldn't bring myself to care about. Yet…
He picked up on the underlying inquiry. "You could say that's what I do. But then, we all do, do we not? You've murdered your fair share, boy. Does that make you god? Hardly. It's the same in this circumstance."
With an unreadable expression, I said tonelessly, "what would you know of my body count?"
"Enough. I can understand the texture of your soul; of both your pleasurable and painful feelings toward ending another's life, of your annihilation of at least one village's worth of people. Of how you enjoy music involving some sort of electrical instrument and drums, 'women', some place known as 'murica', some type of moving picture constructed with pixels and big breasted women, shiny objects, being fantastic and Jesus, since he is 'awesome'. I know all that from your soul, my Dear Adam."
"I see…" Could he detect me being from the future? No, otherwise he wouldn't want to merge with me to find out about my origins, exactly…yet, to know so much just from one glance, at my soul no less…
If I ever had any doubts this doppelganger was near-mythical, they were crushed then and there.
Anyway, now came decision time. Let myself be assimilated and used by the Heart of Innocence as another faceless, easily replaceable body, or try to escape and live my life as I see fit, potentially saving or killing many?
…Hm. Tough one. Ah! Of course! How could I forget this old, ingenious method of choosing from days long ago?
Eenie meanie miney moe, catch a squealer by his lion, and if he toe leg him go, eeeny meenie miney moe.
Oh. Let myself be assimilated. Fate, you are an asshole. No, the asshole. The most asshole of assholes in assholistory. Just to spite the bastard, Imma live my life, since I ain't gonna live forever!
…Did I just…?
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…Baron, this is usually the part where you interrupt with a 'I think you just did'…
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Fine then. Ignore me asshole; two can play the silent treatment game.
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I AM BEING VERY SILENT, DO NOT PAY ATTENTION TO ME, I AM BEING VERY SILENT, DO NOT PAY ATTENTION TO ME!
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Sneaky sneaky sneaky sneaky sneaky sneaky sneaky sneaky.
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GOD DAMNIT I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF BEING SILENT, PAY ATTENTION TO ME YOU PEDOPHILIC, PRETENTIOUS, CHILD MOLESTING, FLASHY ASSHOLE!
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Alright then. "…" to you as well.
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Later, introverted jackass.
Back to the matter of escape though, I didn't know how. Fact of the matter is, last time I escaped a 'Soul Dimension' was when my Innocence, using my body, consumed Orochi, thus breaking the place apart. I seriously doubted that, Innocence-less, could defeat the Heart of Innocence and then 'eat' him, so that was out.
Bargain?
"Say that I didn't want to be here," I spoke, breaking the silence that had accumulated during my plotting. "What would one need to escape?"
"Why, my consent of course. The only ways of escaping my Sōru sunpō are either by destroying me, thus shattering it and spilling you back into the physical dimension, or by consuming me, which results in exactly the same event."
Reason?
"Dude, you don't want my soul. It's made of solid AIDs, and will seriously mess up your shit."
"Hm. Nice try. But no."
Threaten?
"Eh…" FUCK NO. He's the heart of Innocence! I'd have a better chance getting Baron away from a child! *ZING!*
Con?
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…Nope…
My options had dwindled; my hastily laid plans had become uprooted and disposed of via proverbial airlock.
There was no chance. I had no chance. I was going to be absorbed, either since I was too incompetent to find my way out, or God had finally grown tired of ramming me in the ass and decided to simply dispose of me through his more than likely metrosexual son…
Damnit, was this really the end? Death, from soul assimilation? Ending not with a bang, but with a whimper? Logic dictates that I don't do a damn thing; it'd just a waste of effort, given that he is the Heart of Innocence after all…
But, I thought with a fatalistic/hopeful smirk, whether I be aligned to the Black Order or not, I'm still an Exorcist, may be not literally but in mind I am; and in mind the only way I know to live, is to overcome the impossible.
Inspiration struck my mind like a hammer, whacking the proverbial nail straight into place, and sealed my course of action in place.
Standing from my chair, I raised my handless arm, and pointed it straight at the Heart of Innocence. I only hoped to whatever God there was this bloody worked…
"What is it, my Dear Adam~?" My soon to be opponent called, honey-dripping incarnate.
"Heart of Innocence," I began, conjuring all my courage for what I was about to do next…
"I challenge you to-"
AN: DUN DUN DUNNNNNNN! What? What does Adam Phoenix Millennium challenge the Heart of Innocence to? Why was Adam acting the way he did, in the beginning of the chapter, showing the future?
ALL THESE QUESTIONS AND MORE WILL BE ANSWERED, NEXT TIME, IN THE NEXT TIME CHAPTER BALL Z!
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...No, not funny. Sigh. I think I'm losing my touch. Whilst you're mother may disagree, I still think I am.
ANYWAY OTHER THINGS
*Cue casual music, of any kind you can think of that fits casualness*
Just want y'all to know; I got a Poll up, about how much you folks like Adam Phoenix Millennium. Tell me; do you hate him, love him, or just don't care? Your input, and I kid you not, will in fact effect the story.
Anyway, see y'all later.
