Chapter 18
Disclaimer: I never have and never will own DGM or any other anime or manga for that matter.
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Within the relative privacy of his room, Allen stared at the ceiling. He had done his best, considering his situation, to support the Order. By now, someone should be on their way to wherever the wielder of the Order's strongest Innocence was. He on the other hand was worried that the Earl might learn of his visits.
Then he thought of the girl, Valkyrie. She wanted to join his side. Did she want to serve the Earl or specifically him? With her abilities, she would be a useful ally and even if Allen turned her into a Deminoah, no one would know unless she revealed it. She could remain in the Order, watching out for his friends. And she seemed to seriously hate Levrier, so she was okay in his book. Ever since he had ordered Allen's execution, said boy hated Levrier with a passion.
The longer he thought about it, the better the idea sounded, but one question remained: How to get her unnoticed? Then Nevermore, Allen had decided to give the bird that name after their escape, flapped down to greet him.
Nevermore seemed to have multiple abilities, including limited shape-shifting. He could be the size of a big horse, where he was pitch-black with a armor of sorts protecting the body, head, and the base of the wings. He had a second form, which looked like a normal raven with a white stigmata between the eyes. But Allen was certain that was not all Nevermore could do. After all, after Nevermore's 'rebirth', Allen had been almost as exhausted as he had been after creating Gabriel and Uriel.
Allen looked at the ceiling. The Earl would be gone for a while, and nobody would expect a second visit. Maybe he could sneak into the forest and meet Valkyrie again. He wondered why she hated the Order so much. Then again, she knew Levrier, and that was really all you needed to know to hate a organization he was a member of. But Allen had a feeling it was more than that. He wondered why she resurrected Friedrich.
"She didn't." The musician replied. "She eternally killed him. All that he was, his thoughts, his feelings, everything, is being devoured by the spirit her Innocence summoned. In a way, Friedrich's soul is a battery, but it will be used up until nothing but pure, raw energy is left. Friedrich Himmelhund will never resurrect. He will be dead, truly dead, for all eternity."
Allen suddenly felt much better. He now stopped wondering if and was now contemplating how he should meet and change her, if she wanted of course. He looked at Nevermore.
"Why not?" He muttered "You can get her." But then he decided to wait until tomorrow. Right now, he was just to winded to perform the transformation. But he couldn't help but wonder what the new exorcist could do.
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Cloud was about to call it a day when she noticed a red-haired boy waving at her and signaling her to come closer. Then she recognized him. It was Lavi, apprentice of the Order's Bookman, one of the two Kings of Chaos as they were secretly called, and, most importantly, Allen Walker's friend. This could be interesting. She walked over to him and smiled.
"How can I help you? If it's about Allen Walker showing up, then I'm sorry, but I wasn't..."
Lavi shook his head. "No, it's not about that. Well, technically it is, but... It's complicated. You see, Allen showing up at our front door was a distraction. In reality, he sent his Innocence down to Hevlaska. I was there when it pulled out a piece of Innocence and formed a map. I think Allen told his Innocence to pick the strongest piece the Order has, Hevlaska confirmed it was our best piece, and show us where to find the user."
Cloud was baffled. She hadn't known Allen Walker very well, she saw him once or twice, but she had liked him. And now he was a Noah, but that apparently didn't stop him from helping the Order in his own way. Cloud held no illusions that they would have been able to fight off a full-blown offensive from the Earl, but maybe the creation of Level 5 loyal to Allen had thrown him into enough chaos to decide to put his plans on hold until he could make Level 5's as well. Unknown to her, the Earl was working on just that. But to get back on topic, Cloud slowly nodded, seeing were this was going.
"And you want me to get him or her?" She asked.
Lavi nodded. "That's it in a nutshell."
Cloud sighed. "Let's go to Hevlaska. I want to see the Innocence I'll be taking to god knows where..."
"Norway." Lavi muttered.
"Thank you. To Norway to recruit god knows who." She finished.
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Far away in Norway, a young girl with blond hair and dull brown eyes sneezed. "Someone must be talking about me. They're probably making fun about me and my eyes again." She had been in an accident that left her blind three months ago and the other children never stopped mocking her. With a sigh, Dagmar (This is a girl's name in Norway, don't ask me what it means or why someone would name their daughter Dagmar (To any Dagmar reading this, nothing personal)) prepared for another day of humiliation.
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Allen stood up and decided to visit his siblings, namely the ones that liked him. He remembered that Road had forgotten to tell him what exactly was wrong, or rather different, with Lenalee's Innocence. And he found her in the situation that was second-worst for him, topped only by naked: doing homework.
She squealed in delight. "Allen, great timing. I was just about to look for you. Can you help me with this?"
Allen sighed. He knew there was no way out of this, so no point in futile resistance. "Sure. But before that, you forgot to tell me how exactly Lenalee's Innocence is different from your garden-variety Innocence."
She looked at him. "Oh yeah, I forgot. Well, it's simply purer."
Allen blinked in confusion. "Purer?" he asked.
Road nodded. "It's simple really. Innocence looses purity when exposed to human influence. There is no known way to reverse this, not that we researched much, but Atlantis did. The purer the Innocence, the more it hurts us, and you wouldn't want to see what those things do to Akuma. It's not pretty."
Allen raised a brow. "Coming from you, that is some statement."
She giggled. "Maybe, but now it's time for math."
Allen sighed again and faced the inevitable. He decided to make another visit.
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Cloud looked around. Getting a gate was easy if you were a General. There would most likely be some Akuma at worst, Allen Walker would probably keep the Noah out of the game for now. The boy probably used some sort of break time for the Earl to sneak off and try to give his old friends an edge in this fight. She had an area of about three square-miles to search, which was nothing compared to their usual journeys to find wielders.
Her strategy was fairly simple. A piece of Innocence senses it's user and is attracted to it like a piece of metal to a strong magnet. She would walk through the small town she was in, and once she was a mile away from her goal, the Innocence would react and show her the way.
'Well speak of the devil.' She thought when she felt the Innocence in her hand trying to head in a certain direction. She followed the pull that got stronger the closer the piece of Innocence got to its wielder.
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Valkyrie was laying on her bed, looking out the window. She was lost in thought, thinking about what to do with her freedom. She wanted to repay Allen for his kindness, and she had lost enough faith in humanity to give up being human. However, there were a few people that seemed nice. Lavi, Lenalee, Timothy, Jesaia, and maybe Crowrey and Miranda, even though they were a little creepy.
Her thoughts were interrupted when there was a knocking on her window. She turned her head and saw a crow or raven sitting there, looking at her. At first, she wanted to scare it away, but then she saw a white stigmata on it's forehead. She opened the window and the raven actually flew on her hand and pulled her out.
She nearly screamed, but then she noticed she wasn't falling. The raven seemed to be able to carry her despite it's size. Said bird brought her to the edge of the forest, where a familiar figure stood waiting.
After her feet touched the ground, she straitened herself. "Why hello, Allen. You know it's rude to make a lady wait, right?"
Allen shrugged. "Maybe, but if I'm right, you want something from me, not the other way around. So, what exactly do you want, and why?"
Val was smart enough to realize that lying would only backfire, so she told him about the abuse he suffered under Levrier. Allen's expression darkened until his face was a mask of barely contained rage. When Val asked to be transformed, Allen nodded.
"I can understand why you would wish to distance yourself from the species that caused you so much suffering, and I will grant your wish, but are you willing to follow my orders, even if I told you to remain with the Order and protect those who are precious to me or you." He asked.
Val was about to say that she cared for nobody, but then images of a few members of the Order popped up in her head. Lenalee, Lavi, Timothy, Crowrey and Miranda, as creepy as they were, she knew they were both very kind, and... Jesaia. She subconsciously touched her lips, wondering why she had kissed him. Yes, it had made sure the boy would have forgotten his own name if she wanted, but there would have been other ways. She shrugged.
"I have no problem remaining at the Order to protect those who deserve it." She stated.
Allen stretched out his hand. "Very well. Could you please give me your Innocence? You'll get it back in a minute." Val hesitated, but then she shrugged again. In for a penny, in for a pound, so she gave Allen her flute.
Allen channeled his power through his arm and the flute changed. It looked the same, but it would no longer harm Noah. He placed it in his right hand as he extended his left hand.
Val steeled herself, then she shook it. It felt as if she was being ripped apart cell by cell. To her credit, she didn't scream. After a few seconds, it was over. Her skin had darkened and she now had a stigmata on her forehead. Then she turned back into her former appearance and received her flute. Allen told her that Luciano had named the group of Deminoah 'The Fallen', and she seemed okay with it. There had been stupider names for organizations, this name was okay. Valkyrie Nocturn of the Fallen. It didn't sound bad.
Nevermore carried her back to her room and she dropped into her bed. It had been a really eventful day.
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Cloud walked in the direction she felt the pull getting stronger. She had the Innocence in her hand, seeing that it would probably tear or phase through her pocket by now. It happened that if Innocence wanted to get somewhere, it simply phased through solid matter, not unlike a certain Noah, to reach its goal. And Cloud didn't want to spend more time than necessary looking for the wielder because the Innocence decided to pass through a few buildings.
Then she saw a group of children throwing things at a little girl that seemed to be searching for something on the ground. Cloud understood that she was blind.
The Innocence's pull became too strong, so she let it go and watched it make a beeline to the children. 'If one of them is the wielder,' She thought 'then I'll personally ensure that his stay in the Order won't be too pleasant for beating on a poor, blind girl.'
To her relief, the Innocence sped right past them and hit the girl on the ground in the middle of the forehead. Her head snapped back and she fell over. The other kids looked at Cloud.
"Good throw lady." One of them said. They obviously thought Cloud had thrown a rock at the girl. Cloud felt anger rising inside of her.
"Everyone, go home. NOW!" she shouted, and within seconds the bullies had run for the hills. Cloud bowed down to the girl.
"Are you okay?" She asked. The girl still had her eyes closed, but tears were running down her face nonetheless.
"Do I look okay? I've lost my sight three months ago, I am an orphan, and everyone's picking on me!" She shouted. Cloud's heart clinched when she looked at the little girl hardly eleven. Then she noticed a green glow from the gap of the eyelids, and she realized that her Innocence was a Parasitic-type.
"Can you tell me your name?" Cloud asked.
The girl sniffed. "I'm Dagmar. Just Dagmar."
Cloud smiled. "It's very nice to meet you Dagmar, my name is Cloud Nine. I know this sounds weird, but could you open your eyes?"
Dagmar tilted her head, but she opened her eyes... and gasped. "I can see!" She shouted.
Cloud was mesmerized by these eyes. The eyeball had turned into the typical green of Innocence, a white ring being all that made the irises visible as they were of the same green color as the rest of her eyes. But her pupils had changed. Instead of the normal black circles, a pure, white cross was in the center of each eye.
Then Dagmar looked at her. " Your heart is filled with sorrow, but kindness is what truly dominates your being. You're very kind and caring. Even when burning in the Level 2's purple flame, your worries lay with your fellow artists and your animals. I like you."
Cloud was shocked. This girl knew what had happened to her before she became an exorcist, when a Akuma attacked her circus. She had bought her colleagues time to escape, then she tried to free the animals from their cages, but the Akuma had cornered her. The sadistic creature had thrown those never-extinguishing flames into her face first, letting her squirm on the ground for almost a minute before attempting to finish her off.
She had been covered in the flames when Lau Shimin, her little monkey, had broken out of its cage, grew to massive size and ripped the Akuma apart. Then it had managed what Cloud couldn't, it extinguished the fire, before licking her. She found out that Lau Shimin's saliva had healing abilities, as it erased most burns, reduced what had essentially been a burned, exposed skull to a scar and even restoring sight to her blinded and at the time half-melted eye. Shortly after, General Yeegar had appeared and taken her to the Order.
But how did this girl know all that?
Dagmar seemed fascinated by herself. "I can see, I can even see things I couldn't before. It's like I see something and know all about it. I can even see that the stuff that is now in me is called Innocence and that it makes me much faster and stronger than before."
"Can you see the future, or how long humans live?" Cloud asked.
Dagmar looked at her. "I don't think so. Not unless they have some disease that is killing him. But I can see the truth in everything, I can see that you're a General in an Order of sorts and that you have come with the Innocence that is now in my eyes and that you can't leave me here. I'll come with you."
Cloud was still baffled. Eyes that could see through all, probably physical objects as well, and reveal even their darkest secrets. She could only find a single description for what this girl had. "God's eyes." She muttered.
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The Earl returned as they were eating dinner. He looked at Allen. "Could you please explain that bird?" He asked.
Allen shrugged. "Random crow. Or raven. Tried my power on it." He was annoyed that someone dared interrupt him while he was eating.
The Earl nodded, wondering what Allen's power could be. He looked around for an answer, but all Noah shrugged. Cyril because he really didn't know, Jasdevi because Road hadn't told them yet, and the others for reasons their own. Even Lulubelle shrugged.
The Earl accepted it, for now. His gaze returned to Allen. "I have a mission for you."
Allen looked up. "Does it have anything to do with the awakening of Wrath?"
The Earl was surprised, as were the other Noah. "You know of it?" The Earl asked.
Allen nodded. "Michael informed me of the awakening." That wasn't completely true. He had felt it himself, the musician explaining that he felt it because Wrath was the polar opposite of Compassion. Had Skin not died, he would have felt Allen's awakening. But there was no need for the Earl to know everything. "But how did you learn of it, Earl? Do you have the ability to sense the awakenings of Noah?"
The Earl shook his head. "No, but I can feel certain Noah's awakening, namely Wrath's. I'm not sure why." That was a lie. The Earl knew exactly why, but he wouldn't tell the Noah that. "Anyways, your mission is to collect your new sibling."
Allen nodded. "I shall leave tomorrow."
"Acceptable." The Earl replied.
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When Cloud returned with Dagmar, Levrier was waiting for them. Lavi had told him that Hevlaska had a vision of sorts and Cloud went to check if it was true.
Levrier smiled at Dagmar. "So, you are our newest member. You may me call me Levrier. It is a pleasure to meet you. I hope we get along well."
Cloud and everyone who was watching was confused. Who was this guy and what had he done with Levrier? And if this doppelganger hadn't killed the real Levrier yet, could he please correct that mistake?
Then they realized Levrier was trying to gain the girl as a pawn. Cloud had to suppress a grin. This would be fun.
And Dagmar didn't disappoint. "You don't have to act, I can see through it. You are twisted, your heart is filled with, greed, rage and madness. You see others as mere tools, even your own family. You torture others into submission, so I must ask you to stay away from me."
Most of the people beside Levrier felt the urge to applaud, but were too shy. Not so Val, Lavi and Jesaia, who clapped and whistled (Lavi). "Best show I've seen in a while." Lavi spoke as Levrier retreated.
Jesaia nodded. "Second only to Val giving Levrier a piece of her mind. But for that omelet, she had to break an egg or two."
Lavi snickered, fully getting the hidden joke. "Is it just me, or are things finally starting to look up?"
Jesaia nodded. "Yep, now all we need to do is make sure Levrier is put in a nice, cozy straitjacket and gets his new, rubber-walled apartment."
Timothy spoke. "Well then gentlemen, lets get to work!"
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For what felt like the millionth time, Allen sighed. His Archangels had been able to narrow the search-radius down for him to about a square-mile, but that was still a lot of ground to cover.
Worst of all, the Earl had forbidden him to take the Archangels with him. He claimed it was because of their eyes, but Allen was certain it was because the Earl was going mad over his, to the for the Earl, unknown ability. This was revenge, simple as that.
Then he saw a woman leaving a house to his left. There were a few things weird about her. One, she was completely covered, not even a sliver of skin was visible. Second, there was dried blood on her, but it would have been impossible to see if you weren't specifically looking for it. And third, she gave him a weird feeling.
According to the sign, the house belonged to a young artist named Steven something, it was hard to pronounce. Allen decided to enter the house, since he had a feeling the woman would be right back.
The lock was no match for his power and it crumbled when Allen used a technique he had just developed. It wasn't very difficult, simply three bursts of his power in a succession so rapid that it seemed like a single wave. Since nothing but the great forces could take his power three times when they came one after the other without turning to dust, it pretty much annihilated anything, including door-locks.
When he entered, Allen immediately smelled blood. He dashed to find the cause, and in the atelier, he found it. He nearly hurled.
WARNING: NEXT SCENE DESCRIBES GORE
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Before him, there was a young man, but one could only tell that by the man's head, which was relatively unharmed. A second glance revealed that the man's eyes had been stabbed out, blood running down his face in a mockery of tears, and his ears were cut off. He could probably still hear, but he was probably in serious pain. His dried lips were parted, revealing broken teeth. Allen could see that some had been intentionally broken off in the middle, causing excruciating pain, while other teeth were either punched out or manually removed with pliers. Allen saw said object laying on the floor, a tooth still in between the tongs.
But altogether, the head was still the healthiest part of the man's body. From the neck, which was full of needles, down, the man had been skinned. All limbs were removed, but what was left of the flesh and the veins had somehow mended over the stumps. The limps were laying all around, the fingers and toes without nails and every single bone in the limps was broken. Somehow, Allen was certain that those things had happened before the limps were removed.
His manhood was also on the floor, completely crushed. Allen was certain the removal had also come only after the complete destruction. Nearby were hammers and other devices that had most likely been used in something Road might have called 'Nut-Cracking'.
The actual torso looked horrible. It was held up by meat-hooks on chains that weren't simply attached to the ceiling, but appeared to be part of the ceiling somehow. Any fat or muscle had been forcefully removed, by what looked like a mixture of blades and bare hands, leaving only the organs and broken bones. The spine was still intact, most likely to prevent pain-numbing paralysis, but that was pretty much it. All ribs were busted, as was every other bone Allen could see, except the spine. Someone had pierced the organs which were not absolutely necessary with barbed wire, so pulling it out in either direction would have shredded the organs. There were small needles in the lungs and heart, not enough to be life-threatening on their own, but enough to make even the slightest movement unbearably painful.
There were burns all over his body, and a few cut-open cables suggested that the man had been electrocuted as well.
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END OF GORE-SCENE
What shocked him most was that the mutilated man was still alive. Barely, but he seemed to be conscious. "A-Alicia... is... that... you?" He asked, obviously trying his hardest to speak, while spitting blood.
Allen gulped, limitless pity for the man welling up in his chest. "No," He softly spoke. "I am Allen Walker. Are you Steven?"
A slight motion that could be a nod. Allen decided to take it as one. "Steven, who did this to you?"
"A-Alicia. K-Keeps me... alive. C-C-Can't... die."
"I see. There is nothing I can do to help you, but I can end your suffering. And this Alicia will pay!" He ended, rage in his voice.
Steven twitched. "D-Don't... kill..., m-my fault."
Allen smiled sadly. This man seemed to care for this Alicia, even though she tortured him. But Allen saw only one explanation for why he was even having this conversation: this Alicia was a Noah and was using her abilities to prolong the torture. "I'm not here to kill her. Is there anything you want? Any last requests?"
"T-Three." Came the immediate reply. "D-Diary. Desk... top... d-drawer. C-Covered painting..., L-Left corner. M-M-My angel. "Allen nodded and took the items, safely storing them in Crown Clown, before turning back to the broken creature before him.
"What is your last wish?" Allen asked.
Steven seemed to gather all his strength. "D-Don't let... my p-parents.. find out what... happened to me."
Allen nodded, before placing his left hand where the man's eyes had once been. "Sleep." Allen said "You deserve peace." A short burst of his power and the broken figure slumped together, asleep. Two more bursts of power, and the man dissolved to fine dust, then he was gone.
The sound of different things landing on the floor caught Allen's attention. He turned around to see the woman he had noticed before, only now she had removed her face-covers. She was about nineteen and would have looked pretty had her face not been twisted in ungodly rage. Her skin was gray and the Stigmata were clearly visible. Allen gulped. She looked pissed.
"How dare you? I wasn't done with him yet. He hasn't paid for his actions enough yet! HOW DARE YOU DO THAT?!" Forget pissed, she looked furious.
"Of all the parts it could have been, the damned Earl sends me, Compassion, to find Wrath. That's like sending a Sperm Whale to find a giant squid." Just as Compassion and Wrath, the two creature's of the ocean did not get along well, and even though the Whale had the better chances, the fight between them could always go both ways.
And the young woman had an advantage over him. The Earl would torture him to death if he ruffed her up too much, while she simply wanted to spill Allen's guts.
And suddenly everything around her changed. Steel spikes on long, thick cables for maneuverability shot out of the walls while swords and other blades shot out of the floor. Allen activated his Innocence and the potentially life-threatening bombardment bounced harmlessly off of his cape.
The woman was suddenly in front of him, putting her hands on his cape, obviously trying to transform it into something that would kill him. To her great shock, instead of transforming into the Iron Maiden she had wanted, the cape swatted her away. The boy grinned.
"Ah-ah-ah, look, but don't touch. My cape is a material called Innocence. Amongst other things, it is resistant to Noah powers." Then the boy's skin turned gray as the same markings that now adorned her forehead appeared on him.
But she didn't care. "I'LL KILL YOU!!!" She shouted, before sending a hail of sharp diamonds towards him.
Allen knew this could get painful, so he decided to spare himself the pain and send his Tripulse against the gleaming crystals. And since the woman couldn't yet infuse her Noah-energy into her constructs, the diamonds, hard as they may be, were ordinary matter and and crumbled to nothing.
The woman was beyond shocked, but she sent more blades from the ground to skewer him. But Allen had enough. He snipped, sending his power into gravity. Suddenly everything was many times heavier than before. The blades bended to the ground like grass in a storm and the girl was also becoming one with the floor.
"Can we talk now?" Allen asked.
The woman glared at him. "No. TAKE THIS!" Diamond spears came out of the ceiling and thanks to the increased gravity, they shot down like bullets. Allen, who was caught off-guard, had to admit she was creative, but then a few spears hit him, and even though they didn't pierce his Crown Clown, they hurt like hell.
Then Allen had an idea. It was tricky, but it could work. He snipped again and what looked like red glass appeared and formed a horizontal barrier at the height of Allen's neck. In reality, it was simply two fractions of his ability doing opposite duties clashing. What was below the barrier was being ground into the floor, while anything above was pushed upwards with equal force, Allen being the obvious exception. Effectively, the woman couldn't do or make anything to hit Allen.
"I guess this is checkmate." Allen said.
The woman was livid. "That's impossible. I can't loose! There's nothing in this world that can resist my will!"
Allen felt the urge to slap his forehead. This woman was obviously enamored with her own power. Then again, waking up from extreme pain and noticing that you could basically shape the world as you saw fit could easily lead to delusions of grandeur.
"That may be true," Allen said "but I am a Noah like you, and I have yet to meet anything able to resist me. Anyways, I'm here to explain some things to you. But first, what did the poor guy do to you to deserve that? Oh, and your name would be nice, I'm Allen Walker."
The woman ground her teeth, but she was curious. "Alicia. I am Alicia Duskhart. And that bastard CHEATED ON ME!" She shouted.
Allen's eardrums nearly shattered. Alicia had an impressive set of lungs.
"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." The musician stated, and Allen silently agreed.
Allen coughed. "Anyways, I guess I should explain what we are. We are descendents of Noah, and we are in a war. Our side fights for mankind's extinction, that's what I heard anyway, and the leader of said campaign is the Millennium Earl. He and the other Noah will give you the basics, I'm fairly new to all this as well. Will you come quietly?"
Allen stared into her golden eyes. "That's strange." The musician spoke.
'What is?' Allen asked.
"Look at her eyes." The musician said "She still has irises and pupils. Normally, Wrath's eyes are simply white orbs, symbolizing that the memories of Wrath, the most potent of Noah's memories, have devoured the sanity of the person and is using it as a puppet. And that happens as soon as the Noah has awoken. In the long history of Noah's memories, only two people weren't devoured by them, and those were very dangerous."
'So what does this mean?' Allen asked.
"It means that somehow, this girl's wrath has absorbed Noah's wrath and is using it, instead of the other way around. This girl can harness Noah's wrath, she will be a deadly foe once she fully controls her power. And she's an Influence-type, her power is most likely alteration." The musician said.
Allen nodded to himself. Then Alicia looked at him. "You want my answer?" With that, she tried to spit into his face, but thanks to the heightened gravity, it didn't even reach Allen's shoes.
He sighed. "I'm sorry, but if I don't bring you with me... let's just say it won't be pleasant. So sleep."
Allen had found out that when he focused on his left arm, he could produce a white haze he could more or less inject into whatever he touched. It destroyed Level 1s and 2s, heavily damaged Level 3s, had no effect on himself, humans or animals. To his surprise, Tyki had volunteered to see what happened when it hit Noah. Turns out that to Noah, it was like a stun-gun.
He touched Alicia's stigmata, the haze swept over her and she was out cold. Allen checked if the things Steven wanted him to save were still intact, they were, released his hold on gravity, grabbed Alicia and made a dash for the hidden gate. At least the Earl couldn't complain. There wasn't a scratch on the new Noah.
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Chapter 18 is done. For the second time. People who write viruses to trash computers should be shot. At least in the hand.
Should this chapter not be as good as my others, my first version was better, when it just vanished shortly before I was done, I really didn't feel like rewriting it again.
Sorry it took so long. The good news is I'm back on the story and I've got at least an idea how the story will go on. I can guarantee that this will have over 100.000 words, but I'm not sure how many more yet but quite a few. Unless I loose interest. The bad news is that I have vacation starting next Friday, and I won't spend them at home, so for five weeks starting next one, I might very well get no writing whatsoever done. I hope I can find the time to write a few chapters for my stories, but I can't make any promises.
And to those who think the fight was too easy for Allen to win, Alicia had only instinctive knowledge of her abilities and no real combat experience.
Now onto the questions.
1. I've created two more OC's. Don't ask me why, I just felt like it. And the author of the canon-DGM is also introducing more and more new characters, at least when the chapters actually appear. So I guess I'm keeping his tradition. How do you like them?
2. I gave a few more abilities out to a few beings and created a background-story for Cloud's (Every time I write that name I get the feeling I'm writing a FF7-fic, and I've never even played the game.) scars. How do you like my ideas?
3. I wrote a gore-scene. Look under the questions to find out why. To those who have any experience with gore (I'm clueless) and read it, how was it?
4. Did you like this chapter? What can I do better? On a scale from 1 to 10...? etc
5. Tell me whatever you want.
As for why I wrote a gore-scene, I lost a bet. Simple as that.
To Lord Edrik: The Hyena might have been, funny, but how would I get one in the Order's territory. The Order is most likely in Europe, not Africa. And it would seem that some didn't know Poe's Raven.
To Xulin: I'm not sure if that was a compliment or an insult, but I'll take it in the positive way. Is there a section here were you can write original fiction? Or can you give me a website were OF is written?
To WarriorPrime: Where do Allen's loyalties lie? A very good question. I'll reveal it eventually, so please be patient.
To Cross the Damned Soul: Thanks for your reviews. And who the f*ck is Martin? Is he from some series I don't know or is he part of one of your works? And how does he fight?
To Lunan: Sucks, doesn't it? I know how you feel, but even I can't force stories to update any faster, not even my own. If I try, I get writer's block. But your wish was granted, here is the new chapter.
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