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 3: As Old As Time
Lavi wasn't ready to die, but he was sure that was what was happening. Okay, so maybe he was being overdramatic, but come on. It was the biggest, hugest, most impossibly large building he had ever seen. And it was a library, of all things. Lavi wasn't sure whether to be ecstatic or terrified.
It had been Him who had given the rabbit-esque boy the authorization to be in there, and Lavi wasn't sure if that was a good or bad sign. After all, He had been there, next to Lavi when he woke. And the first one to realize, to know, that Lavi was an Exorcist. This could be a problem, Lavi thought, sighing. Well, he might as well get a start on reading. There was a lot he had to do.
But I'll find you Allen. I swear it.
~O~O~O~
Lady Kamelot Borgia was well feared - and for good reason, too. She was the kind of woman who would help you pick up a broken dish one moment, then gouge out your eye in the next, simply because you looked her in the eye to thank her. She sent chills down the spine of everyone who laid eyes on her.
But cruelty was not the only thing she possessed. Kamelot was also a woman of great, ineffable beauty. Her hair hung down her back like a great curtain of water, the same soft shade as the smooth oak doors. Her eyes were diamonds, cold and hard, but the palest blue that caught the light like an oil slick. She was as pale as the moon - in some places along her uncovered back and shoulders you could even see the frost blue and heather purple veins, though that seemed to add to her inhuman beauty - and just as majestic.
And now, storming through the halls, as determined and destructive as a live five hurricane, her vision captured the eyes of everyone around her. And to think, she was only 14 - well, 14 if you went by human years and records. As Kamelot stalled in front of the large, ornately decorated door made of polished walnut, she allowed the crystal-imbedded hem of the cobalt dress she wore to pool around her ankles and feet, flow out like rivulets of pure blue. She knocked, light as a feather.
"Who is it?" a soft voice asked. It was hushed, like it was telling a secret, and the warm timbre coated the sound with chocolate or honey, something rich and smooth.
"It's me," Kamelot said, biting back a "you old baboon" thrown into her words. Somewhere along the line, she had lost her uncle,leaving her to deal with Master. Alone. It was not that she disliked the man she served, nor that he was so hideous it was hard to look him in the eye. In fact, Master was a very handsome young man. The problem was that he was always either very straight to the point, or he got easily distracted and the next thing you know, it's four in the morning and he's asked you to have midday tea with him.
"Oh! Kami, come in! Come in!" Rolling her eyes at the silly nickname, the youngest Borgia daughter entered the room. She hadn't been wrong when she said he was a young man. Very young indeed - by both human and other standards. Although he appeared only to be in his mid to early teens, roughly 15, he was, give or take a decade, in truth only 840 or so years.
Softly closing the door, Kamelot tipped herself into a slight bow, before seating herself across from Master. The boy was a sight to see, she'd admit. With all the eccentricity that seemed to run in the family, he was somewhat handsome, but odd nonetheless.
Silvery hair and amber eyes, watermelon button-ups and lime vests, form-fitting cobalt pants and butterscotch belts, honey and marigold bowties and scarlet Oxfords. Master reminded her of a certain exuberant, purple- goateed man whose name may or may not have rhymed with Pesto Smells. But unlike his older brother, Master was content in simply watching the world, feeling no reason to change what is already a fabulous disaster.
"Kami," Master announced from where he sat hovering, upside down, sitting crisscross applesauce in the air, after a comfortable moment of silence. "Do you see him?" He wildly swung a hand out to randomly point at one of the many mirrors. It rippled for a moment before clearing up, revealing the image on a certain white-haired exorcist sat in an infirmary. "I want him…" the tawny-eyed demon trailed off as he righted himself and stood (sat) in front of Kamelot, his face only an inch or two from hers. "Alive." He pulled back and grinned again. "But you can play with him all you want, my dear Kamelot," he sung before giggling at the semi-rhyme.
"Of course, Ana," Kamelot smiled too, before standing from her seat and bowing. She left the room in a hurry, mind ablaze with more ideas.
~O~O~O~
Allen sighed, closing his book. Two years of knowledge and happenings recorded in his head, plus one week in the infirmary, chock-full of reading everything about this seemingly new exorcism Order and ways, had left Allen mentally exhausted and sure that he now knew just as much - if not more - as the other exorcism students he would join. Closing his eyes and rubbing a hand across his forehead to ease away a dull, almost non-existent headache, he sighed deeply again.
He was ready. Or at least as ready as he'd ever be.
I know, I know, I suck. I'm really sorry. Like really, really, really, really sorry. I'll try not to let it happen again. I'm going to camp on the 9th on this month and hopefully I can work on this story and have a chapter by next Friday/Saturday. Anyway, answers:
GhettoZorcress: BAM! There you go, magical update! XD
Risa Silvara: That's cool. I totally respect that. Your opinions are your and it's all cool. And I definitely agree about the Lenalee part.
xXxPhantomxXx: Okay, this is gonna be long; bear with me. This is not a parallel world. Mostly. This is the complicated part. So at one point in the manga (when Allen is trying to get his arm back after Tyki destroyed it), Lenalee fights a Level 4 (might've been a Level 3, but I forgot) Akuma. Lenalee managed to win, but only barely. Afterwards, she is unable to make her Innocence work/activate. During this time, her legs are incredibly weak, and she can't really walk and her legs don't respond much, making her almost a paraplegic. Later, once they get back to the Order, she is taken to Hevlaska, who determines that Lenalee's synchro rate is so low she can no longer activate her Innocence. However, it seems the Dark Boots somewhat melded to her flesh when she fought the Akuma. Thus, Hevlaska is only able to remove her innocence by turning it into a liquid and drawing it away. Later in the manga, but not by too much, the Order is attacked by Akuma and one of the Noah. Lenalee, practically paralyzed and unable to move, acts in desperation. She drinks the liquid form of her Innocence, and it becomes a Crystal Type. Now according to the wikia Crystal Types work like such "A new type of Innocence, a crystal type Innocence is the evolved form of the equipment type. Instead of using an item, crystal type Innocence uses the blood of the Accommodator to form the weapon most suited to their fighting style; because it is made of the Accommodator's blood, as long as the Accommodator has blood in their body, the Innocence can repair itself. Unlike its predecessor, the crystal type does not require that the Accommodator use physical commands and motions; it responds to subconscious cues and an equipment type is ready to turn into a crystal type, the equipment form turns into a black cube that liquifies upon being touched; the Exorcist then ingests the liquid, and after the Innocence runs thorugh the Accommodator's body, it bursts from their skin at particular points, opening permanent wounds on their bodies in the form of stigmata that allow the blood to flow and form their weapons. It is not known if this more integrated Innocence form will affect the life of the Exorcist, as is seen with the parasitic type." So in my story, Lenalee has been reverted or forced into her paraplegic state and her Innocence is in the bottle. Once she drinks it, she will have Crystal Type Innocence, instead of having a Equipment Type like before. So there you go!
Also this chapter is about 1482 words. I know it could be longer, and I'm sorry, but I really wanted it out today.