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It was entirely his fault, wasn’t it?

It was all because of him that the Dark Religious Organization lost some of its more powerful weapons all at once, wasn’t it?

It was all because that he followed Marian Cross’ orders too late, late enough that it meant that all of them had already been taken into the grasp of that hateful phantom, wasn’t it?

Wasn’t it?

A prelude of sorts~~

Since that day in which he had taken control of the Ark, halting and reversing the download of the egg and losing Kanda, Krory, Lavi, Lenalee, Chaoji and General Cross in the process, he had made the mistake of returning to Headquarters after finding his other self.

And so Allen Walker began to fade from life.

Becoming quieter and eventually losing all the ties binding him to the care he gave to the rest of the world displayed freely how broken and lost his pledge to Mana now was, and the other members’ futile efforts to lighten his sense of being – they were just all wasted.

Allen – he was a lot of things in his life: cursed, exorcist, saviour, destroyer and sixteen; but if anything, he definitely wasn’t a fool. He could see behind the mask Komui held weakly behind his lenses, eyes betraying the inner thoughts depicting his sadness and silently condemning him about his sister, Miranda blaming herself over and over for the it loss, doing her best and attempting to lighten the burden he bore whilst even knowing that even she could not revert death – it was just so empty.

Learning upon his return that it was intended for him to take a position of General due to his Innocence’s extremely high synchronization ratio passed through the air above his head, but the fact that the Musician’s presence in his mind meant he was to be watched at all times did not and only confirmed his unspoken doubts.

But Levrrier had taken it further.

By piercing his mindset and nearly forcing it past breaking point, his mental deterioration found itself drastically sped up at least twice the speed it had been at. He’d kept to himself, though, and felt that Jerry was the only one that knew something was wrong.

He’d also looked for freedom towards the Piano Room, it and its surroundings possibly the only places that still and would always accept him, no matter what he did or would have done. It was simple to bar off and disable all the doors that led to the outside world, now that he had found his true ‘home’.

After all, the Ark was enough.

Perhaps that was why he had not cared when the Musician approached him and simply asked if he had anything against the memories that were washing past him, turning him into a Noah. Perhaps his thoughts and processes had already been overlapped and numbed as the stigmata coursed across his forehead and the new power flowed over him, darkening his skin in the process. Perhaps...

His eyes opened slowly, the piercing, golden eyes that were those of a Noah.

But not quite, hatchling.

End of Prologue.

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*moan* Everything sounds so awwkkwaaard...

Idea of a dramaish DGMxHP cross began from reading Those who do not belong by seasnake.756 and listening to Moonlight Sonata (1st mvt) at the same time.

Turtule: The Moonlight Sonata is the temporary unofficial theme for this fic, since it's so cool.

Please review, since it helps me prioritize my writing.

~Nikki