#crxcifix

—– “Hi ban!!” Heat blazed around them and the results of the suddenthunderous booming of the akuma around them wasboth deafening yet satisfying. It felt good to be a hero, even better to see his friend– Lavi allowed himself these thoughts privately. His own struggles could comelater. 

“Hope I didn’t ruin the party for ya, Allen,” he yelled backover his shoulder to the white haired male. “I know howmuch ya like savin’ akuma and all.”Focus returned back to the burning woods before them asLavi looked to be sure that there were no more surprises.Odd. Sure, he knew the akuma and Noah would be after Allen, given what Kanda had told the apprentice, but he thought the fight would’ve been harder than this…He blinked and turned a little. “Oi, Allen? What’s got ya soquiet? Heh, cat got your–”

Steel cold… burning, pouring heat… Lavi clutched forward as his heart thundered thenslowed against its metal intruder. Gods… twist it, pull it out– something!! Sputtering he clutched ontothe other young man trembling in a pain he’d neverknown all his life; the one to end them all. Eventually he found the strength to look up; emeraldmet lovely gold…“You… bastard…” Lavi slumped forward onto the weapon, in such an intimate embrace between killer and prey… He hated the Noah for this; Allen,for not fighting harder... “Damn...”

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Pain.

For the briefest of moments it was unbearable, Tyki’s vision blurred. Tyki, a strong man who had only recently concluded that the future wasn’t worth fighting for, was now willing to beg for his life – To see that dim future. The metallic shard had passed his ribcage, slipping into his chest like a knife through warm butter. How weak of him? Yet, above him … This boy.                                 “Allen …”                  No, wrong name.                         “Nea … Do you really hate your family so much?” 

But any words that followed were lost behind blood. Was he dying? Mayhaps, he was. He had deserved this, though, hadn’t he? Over the years, he had become a cruel man; dark, demented – unloving. Though, there was one person whom he loved, the one person who also loved Allen Walker. Road had, over the years, become very important to him. His eyes moved to the boy who had brought upon his demise, the same boy who was loved and hated by so many; he beamed at this boy, golden oculars slipping shut as he offered the most tranquil smile he could through the warm iron that passed his lips.                 “You’ll forgive me one day when you realize that                 everything I’ve done was for the sake of our wellbeing.                 But, for now, I must say goodbye again, brother                 and may we meet again in the next life.”

Allen Walker, what a pain.

The Noah was seated only a few feet from the boy, golden oculars focused on the marking that decorated the side of his face. He wasn’t at all sure why the boy seemed like he should be family, but truthfully, he was, wasn’t he? Allen Walker was as much one of them as he was of the Black Order. Tyki was indecisive as to what he should do as of this moment; Road wasn’t present and the silence was stifling enough to give the man an odd bout of anxiety. 

“Are you still alive?” He inquired, tone almost a whisper as he huffed out a breath. “If you’re dead, how am I going to explain to Road that I -didn't- kill you in your sleep?”

|Starter| 

 Howard sat in the motel room, despite it being day time, and a good time to move ahead.  He wasn’t too keen on traveling north toward the more snowed areas. Sure, the undead would freeze and be slowed down,  but gathering food, and getting warm clothing wouldn’t be that easy.

╠▎▏「 (火) 」----; 

╠▎▏「 (火) 」----; 

 ❝ HEADS up, Alma! ❞

    LEAVE IT to Allen Walker to appear at the last minute     and save the day. Claws, each already stained and     dripping with the blood of his previous enemies, sink     deep into the torso of the Level 4 that had Alma pinned,     and Allen swings with all of his might to toss the thing     away. While the akuma tries to stand, snarling and     spitting curses of ‘fuck you, Exorcist!,’ Allen turns and     offers his right hand to Alma.

 ❝ COME on, Alma! Get up–!! ❞

          Alma snarled at the akuma that had him pinned, lashing his tail and trying to get away from the demon. However, his eyes widened in surprise when he heard Allen’s voice from above, shifting his head to look over the Level Four’s shoulder.

          He squeezed his eyes shut when Allen’s claws suddenly appeared through the akuma’s torso, then lifted his head when it was pulled away from him. Alma stared up in shock when Allen gave him his hand.