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Beta-read by Izzu and Shadow Vampiress.

A/N1: I would like to thank the people who read and particularly, those who take the time to share their opinions with me through a review. Thank you so much! Please enjoy!

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Allen opened his eyes slowly, but darkness was all around him. There was no visible source of illumination. The only thing he could perceive with his still-dulled senses was that he was standing, his legs fully supporting his weight. But where he was or what he was standing on were both mysteries. Even his cursed right eye could not pick up anything at all.

He faintly noticed a stale scent that he could not exactly place. As his awareness gradually returned, he contemplated again, quite puzzled. Not only were his hands gloveless but they were also wet. The liquid felt somewhat warm and sticky. He brought his palms to his face and sniffed. It was the same smell. He knew that scent, it was all too familiar, but he still could not place it. However, he was certain of one thing: it was not a pleasant smell. It made him anxious and wary.

Accepting that there was nothing to be gained from simply standing there, he took a very careful step forward. His foot found solid surface underneath but his hearing, seemingly heightened by the general absence of sound, picked up a barely audible splash. Allen knelt down, without his knees touching the ground, and touched it. He was not surprised to find it wet and was quick to notice the similarities between that liquid and the one dripping from his hands.

Fear gripped his heart as he frantically looked around, without being able to see anything but dark shades. He ventured yet another step and this time he almost stumbled on something that either stuck up from the floor or lay on the floor. He kneeled once more and touched the object. It was cold but soft. His eyes, as though they had gradually grown accustomed to the darkness, were able to distinguish a shape. It was a hand. A hand with silky skin and slender digits.

He gripped it, trying to feel a pulse. Nothing.

Half-blind he searched for the head, noticing that moment by moment his vision became clearer. Now he could vaguely distinguish the shape of the body.

No!

Upon looking at the face of the dead figure his mind almost stopped working.

Lenalee!

Everything had become even clearer and Allen noticed that the liquid he had stepped on and the one also on his hands was red, blood red. Lenalee's body was lying in a pool of blood. It was her own blood, judging by the gaping hole near her heart.

No!No!No!

Allen grabbed the cold body and shook it.

"Lenalee! Wake up! Wake up!" he begged with tears flowing freely. "Please, open your eyes!"

Suddenly, a white light appeared, shining from above. Its source was a mystery since the ceiling was not visible. The light was dim and illuminated only the part of the room where the white-haired exorcist was. Nonetheless, it enabled him to see in everything in almost full detail. The room was made of dark stone, and despite his frantic state Allen noticed there were no exits.

It can't be! I have to get help for Lenalee!

"Can anyone hear me?" he yelled, hoping that someone would answer as he got up with Lenalee in his arms. It was then that he noticed a glint, out of the corner of his good eye. After receiving no reply he went towards it, in hopes of finding a way out. But all he found was a mirror that reflected part of the light.

Allen looked at his and Lenalee's reflection. His clothes were not the uniform he usually wore. He was dressed in a black suit, which reminded him faintly Tyki Mikk's clothes.

His hands were covered in blood and he could see slightly darker than black stains on his clothes. Lenalee looked so pale in comparison to him. Her lips were colorless.

Suddenly Allen perceived movement in the mirror and immediately turned to see. There was nothing. His eyes darted around the area he could see, all his senses on alert. After a few seconds passed and he saw nothing he glanced back at the mirror. Unlike before, now a large shadow with no distinguishable features stood behind him, almost hovering.

The Fourteenth.

"Allen…" The voice seemed to come from all around the room but the white-haired youth knew it was coming from within him. From the part of him that was the Musician, the Noah.

The exorcist saw the figure smile and walk away and stop just before entering the dark area directly behind Allen. The shadow seemed to smile as he pointed at something, apparently in the darkness.

"What? I can't see anything," Allen said while trying to make out what the Fourteenth was trying to show him. The shadow of the Fourteenth continued to point but said nothing.

Allen strained his eyes trying to see until he caught a glimpse of something white. Quickly he turned around and found out that there really was something there in the deep shadows. His eyes widened upon recognizing what it was. Almost simultaneously, a nauseating crimson light illuminated the large room, revealing a very disturbing sight.

The white-haired exorcist found himself surrounded by bodies.

Komui, Lavi, Bookman, Johnny, Miranda, Marie, Tiedoll, Kanda and many more. Almost everyone he knew from the Order lay there, unmoving and in a pool of blood. Just like Lenalee.

He went to Komui and kneeled by his side, trying to see if he was still alive.

"Allen…" a deep voice came to the shocked teen as a figure stepped forward.

Allen set Lenalee's body down, beside her brother's and turned to face the owner of the voice, fully prepared for a fight.

He found himself looking at a very familiar face.

"Master…" he uttered.

Cross was giving him a sorrowful smile.

"Master what happened? They're hurt, we must find help!" Allen's voice was a mix of anxiety and hope.

"They are dead Allen…you killed them," Cross's voice was soft and did not hold even a hint of accusation.

"N-no! T-that…w-what are you talking about Master, h-how could I? They're my friends!" Allen shook his head in denial as he spoke. Tears were flowing from his eyes as they darted from the bodies to his Master, silently pleading for someone to disprove everything he had just heard and seen. He felt a despair that he had not felt ever since Mana had died.

Suddenly, as he had only done once before, Cross pulled the teen in an embrace.

"I am sorry Allen. Don't be sad…" as he spoke, his voice was barely more than a whisper. Allen however heard everything and he could have sworn he heard a small laugh.

"Master, wha—" he could not complete his question as he felt the embrace loosen and Cross fell backwards, his body becoming limp.

"Master!"

Allen barely managed to get a hold of him, sinking on the ground with Cross's head on his lap. There was a trickle of blood in the right corner of his mouth and only now Allen noticed that the black suit Cross was wearing and which was buttoned all the way up, was in fact damp. He undid the buttons and saw that the gold-silver vest had a large bleeding wound, which closely resembled the ones the others bore.

"No! Why? Not you too!" the white-haired exorcist embraced the unconscious form, rocking him as his grief and shock overtook him. He began to cry, his sobs filling the morbid room.

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A/N2: I apologize if this seems a bit pointless but it is an interlude needed both for the story and for me. The reason is that I need to do a poll and at the same time, I didn't want to leave you without an update until the poll is finished. There are two questions I have to ask all my wonderful readers. Would you like Cross to be dead beyond doubt or do you want this story to follow the manga and leave some things open for debate regarding his demise? The second question is about the pairings, do you want to see another pairing besides the main? ( I am not promising anything but I would like to hear your opinions)