Disclaimer: D. Grayman belongs to Hoshino Katsura.
Innocent
There was blood on the floor, thick, black and spread like paint. The akuma's body laid mangled, in deformed pieces and gruesome shreds. The civilians had no remains, blasted into dust when the first attack was launched.
Rinali was limping; her injured leg making her stumble. Rabi lay on his back, trying to breathe despite his broken ribs. Kanda sat with arms wrapped around the bleeding cut in his side.
Allen stood knee-deep in ashes and dirt, studying the small glowing block in his cursed hand and wondered what was so innocent about this.