A/N: I'm really sorry, I meant this to be up yesterday (here comes the crappy excuse) but I was sick and I usually write at school and then type and post at home, but I wanted this chapter to be at least 1k. So yeah, it's late and I'm really sorry. You guys will probably hate me after this chapter, but first let me answer some reviews:

liliala: Thanks for your encouragement. In all honesty, this got me out of bed and typing.

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Title: Lucifer

Author: Ana

Rating: T

Pairings: Yullen

Genre: Adventure/Friendship/Drama/Supernatural

Warnings: AU(ish), mild cussing, mild violence

Summary: It was 200 years that past and everyone seemed to forget about the Black Order, the Exorcists, and Innocence. It was peaceful, up until the reappearance of someone thought to be long dead...

Disclaimer: I don't own -Man or Blue Exorcist, sadly. My art skills are nowhere that good.

Chapter 1: The Angel Dressed In Black

'Protect.'

The single command sung throughout their dreams. It forced them awake and beckoned them outside. So they walked, trance-like, to the edge of the forest.

And there they saw it. It hovered just before the treeline. The crystal was large, bigger than most of their teacher, and it was the same beautiful shade and shape as raw, uncut emerald.

However, what shocked them the most was the fact that an old man seemed to be encased within the gem. The longer they stared, the more they realized that the jewel was slowly disintegrating.

It took five minutes of silence before the crystal completely disappeared. The sleeping old man collapsed to the ground after spending a moment suspended in the air. The thump of his body landing harshly shocked the students out their stupor. They rushed forward.

Upon closer inspection, it was revealed that he was not an old man as they had thought, but rather a striking adolescent boy, roughly the same age as the motley crew of Exwires.

His hair was the same pure shade as freshly fallen snow that had been left untouched. He was almost as pale skinned, and what they could see of his face was even paler, like that of a corpse. The left side of his face was wrapped in bandages, the corresponding eye hidden behind a medical eyepatch.

One of the students leaned forward, inspecting the stranger's clothes. The white button up, black slacks, and black vest looked like something you would dress a deceased family member in for a funeral. A red ribbon tied back his long, pearl hair back. Yet, despite outward appearances, he seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

The curious student pulled back, eyes on the new arrival. He looked to his friends in confusion, "So… What should we do about this?"

One of the other boys took charge, "Moriyama, go get Yukio. We might as well let him take control of the situation."

The girl in question ran off, headed towards the school. As she vanished from sight, she left her friends in the cold darkness.

~O~O~

Allen was in the 14th's secret room. That should have been impossible, but here he was. Sitting in front of the piano, fingers resting on the keys, the urge to play strong.

Arms wrapped around his shoulders, but he had long become accustomed to the surprise hugs. Instead of reacting, he played. He played with his fingers dancing along the piano keys. He played the 14th's song.

"Things are changing, Allen," the soft voice murmured in the tow-head's ear.

Allen did not stop playing, as he always finished a song, no matter what. Instead, he questioned his companion.

"I'm dreaming, aren't I?"

The man in question hummed in agreement, resting his head on Allen's shoulder. He was bored, but content to listen to Allen's music.

Allen finished and turned to his uncle, "Do tell."

"T-tell what?" Neah spoke, shifting away from his nephew.

"You obviously know something. What is changing?" Allen was calm, but he would not allow something so obviously important slip away..

"Alright, you got me," Neah sighed, "When you wake up, the world will be… different."

"Different? How?" Allen raised an eyebrow.

"Ah, that's… That's hard to explain. But perhaps it's best to say it this way: We're most likely in a parallel world."

The towhead opened his mouth to reprimand his not telling him sooner, or maybe question him, when his vision wen blurry. His eyes grew wide and the room went dark.

"We'll talk later, Allen." Said cursed boy heard his uncle whisper as he fell asleep. Although, maybe it would be better to say he did not fall unconscious, as rather to say he woke up.

~O~O~

Rin Okumura had been the one to haul the odd boy back to True Cross. But, despite the orders the teachers gave, Rin was not the only one to wait for the whitette to awaken. Instead, all recently named Exwires sat near the bed.

What was perhaps the most intriguing, though it was Yukio who pointed it out, thing was the bandages all the way up the mystery boy's left arm and the black gloves made of soft, matte leather. Or maybe it was the black tattoo spiralling out of his left shoulder. None of the Exorcists-in-training could agree.

But now, all was lost as they watched the young man slowly open his eyes (eyes? They weren't sure.), to reveal chromium eyes (eye?). Just as slowly, he pulled himself up into a sitting position and stared at the rag-tag group.

Suddenly, as it was not expected, much less was the talking, he smiled. "You're very pretty. All joy and purple and pink, but I don't like that yellow. And warm, very warm. So, so, very pretty," he told Shiemi, almost delirious.

He fell back against the mattress. "Oh, yes," he murmured, "You have a very pretty soul. So innocent."

Soul. he had not been talking about Shiemi herself, but rather the essence of the girl. He had been talking about her soul. The very thought of it was unimaginable.

"Who are you?" The question appeared out of nowhere, and so did Yukio.

The change was immediate. The white-haired boy sprung back up and was silent for a moment, as though judging the group in front of him for the first time. As though he was finally clear-headed. "My name is Allen Walker," he finally said.

~O~O~

She relaxed into the steaming water, sighing pleasurably. After all, hot baths were her kryptonite.

Slinking a dripping arm out, Her hand clasped the smooth, rotund object beside Her. She pulled her limbs up, holding her war-spoil in Her hands above Herself.

The skull was smooth and pearly in color. The only thing that remained intact on the freshly harvested cranium was the long black hair that hung a curtain, bordering on navy blue.

Envisioning the beautiful, young man the remains had once belonged to, She smiled up at Her prize, "You were such a pretty boy," she paused before adding, "Yuu."

Okay, so there we go. This was going to be up on Thursday, but I was still sick and easily distracted. Also look up the song "Flesh" by Simon Curtis and listen to it. It reminded me of the Lucky ship, anyone else? No, just me? Alright that's cool. I'm ready for your hate, but you'll have to wait probably a week for the next chapter, maybe sooner. Idk, whenever I finish it really.

Lovingly, Ana.