Prologue

After a year, I am writing again. I want to continue my other fanfics and I'll do it, but I have to find inspiration first.

About this fic, I have always wanted to write about time travel, no matter how cliché it is. And, DGM has great potential for that. I mean, Allen is called The Destroyer of Time! I know that this fic will sound like most of the time travel fics you will find out there where the protagonist goes back in time to save everyone from dying, but I don't really care about that. :P

Anyway, this is unbetaed and I should probably try to find a Beta reader, but I have no idea what I have to do. (sweatdrop)

Disclaimer: I don't own DGM or anything to do with it. I don't even own the idea of time travel.

The final battle has come to an end. The Millennium Earl and the clan of Noah were dead, but so were the exorcists. The only living thing in radius of kilometers was Allen Walker, Exorcist and Noah, and he was barely clinging to life. But he would welcome death if it came. After all, what was the point of living and walking forward, if you were alone?

As he lay there, Allen stared at the sky. It was clear of clouds, and the sun was shining brightly, as if it was celebrating. Couldn't the heavens shed tears for his comrades, for he no longer could?

"Heh… I wonder what the others would say if they saw me like this?"

Kanda would scowl and give him his famous "tch". He would throw insults and try to kill him. Somewhere in between he would ask why was Allen giving up I a way that only people, who were close to him, would understand.

Lavi would be shocked. Maybe even speechless. Then he would shake himself out of his stupor, grin at him and tell him to continue what he did best. Walking forward. Then he would give him a hand and help him up, until he could stand on his own two feet.

Lenalee. The sweet Chinese girl would let her emotions take control. She would give him her "slap of love", then cry, asking him why, why after everything they have been through, after all their sacrifices, he was letting death win?

Really, why? All his life he defied the odds. He returned his father to life as an akuma, and survived. He went through Cross' so called "training". He cheated death as well as he cheated at poker. After all, he had a hole in his heart. He managed to reconstruct his Innocence and turned it into an even more powerful weapon. He had a Noah inside of him, and after a while, the exorcist learned how to work together with Neah. All his life he walked forward and created his own path to walk on. But, if thing were a little bit different, if he was a little bit stronger, a little bit faster, they wouldn't have died. The light in Lenalee's eyes would have never left, Lavi would still be irritating Bookman and Kanda. Kanda himself would still be calling him a beansprout, as annoying as it was. And he wasn't even that short anymore. He was a third of an inch taller than the Japanese man. Yes, it wasn't much, but it was something.

"Crown Clown, Neah, are you there?" Allen asked the seemingly empty air. He was answered with the familiar hum of his Innocence and a "Yes, nephew" from Neah.

He knew his friends would want him to keep walking forward. He knew that. But, if they weren't there, it wouldn't be the same. When they died, he felt as if he was dying from the inside, slowly and agonizingly.

"When I first met her, Hevlaska said that I would destroy Time. Neah, you are the Noah of Destruction. Do you think…?"

He knew they wouldn't be the same. But he almost wanted for them to never to become again what they were before they died. They bore too many scars, physical and emotional. He never wanted that for them. Only to protect them and save them.

"I don't know, nephew. Even if we do destroy a part of time, or even manage to create a rip in it, time itself is too indefinite. We don't know if you would go back to before you were born, or after, and there is the question of your own existence. You could be destroyed, have the body you have now or take over your younger one. The possibilities are too much."

But this time, he would be there. He would be stronger and more experienced. While he still had his ideals and didn't want to take a life, this was war and naivety wasn't going to get him anywhere. He had already killed humans (even if they were Noah), and would kill them again if it was to keep his friends' innocence intact for a little bit more. He didn't matter. Only his friends in the Black Order and over the world.

"I'm willing to try. For them, I would do anything. And, given my current condition, I wouldn't be able to fulfill my purpose. You remember it, don't you? My right arm is for the humans, the left is for the akuma. I am the last one able to wield Innocence. The akuma are too much and the humans too little. I won't be able to save both in time. I will probably die from blood loss before my wounds would even start closing."

He was the last one. His Innocence was the last one too. The legendary Heart of Innocence. The last crystal blessed by God.

Would God give him a chance? After all, he did ruin the peace in heaven when he called Mana's soul so long ago, only because he didn't want to see the truth. Dead people don't come back to life. But, wasn't he selfish once again? Didn't he want to go back, because he didn't want to accept the fact that they were dead? He wanted to be next to them, but, in that case, why did he let them die? Did he even deserve to try to go back?

It didn't matter. He would try anyway. They deserved to live, to find happiness. To have another chance. He would give it to them, no matter what the price for interfering with time was.

"Innocence, activate"

He didn't have to say the words. He did anyway. It was too quiet. I reminded him that they were dead, and that maybe he would never be able to hear their voices.

Allen felt the familiar cloak of Crown Clown wrap around his body and help it stand up, the silver mask covering half of his face. As he pulled the Sword of Exorcism from his left arm, he let his skin turn ashen gray and felt the seven stigmata engraving into his forehead.

"Full release"

Just like when he was trying to save Suman, just like when he was fighting Tyki in the Ark, he willed for his Innocence to go past its own limits. The cloak gave a weak shudder and began moving. The feathery material that could be harder than steel concentrated on two spots between his shoulder blades. It created hollow bones and entirely new muscles, with soft feathers covering them. Each wing was as big as him, and they were whiter than newly fallen snow, which gave off the impression that they were glowing slightly.

Allen panted slightly and gave a little wince when the stigmata started bleeding. But he had to endure. For him to use the full potential of the powers his Innocence and Noah genes gave him, they had to be in perfect balance. Otherwise, he would destroy himself from the instinctual battle between the blessed crystal and the Dark Matter.

No words were needed. He just poured everything in his blade. His power, his longing, his guilt, his hope to have a chance to create another path. His wish to see them again. Lenalee, Lavi, Kanda, Komui, Miranda, Crowley, Marie, the forever faithful Timcampy, the generals, the Order, even his personal stalker, who in the end gave his life for him, Link.

The broadsword pulsed in his hand. The white-haired male felt everything he had stored in the blade release in that single movement.

He almost didn't believe his eyes when he saw the rip in space in front of him. It showed only darkness, but the shadows in it almost seemed to be alive. Allen took a deep breath and took a step forward. He entered the seemingly endless black void with only one though in mind:

'I shall continue walking forward, and this time, I will save you'

So, this is the end of the prologue. Just in time for the new year. I wish you all to smile every day, to love and be loved, and have good things happen to all of you!

I appreciate constructive criticism, but if you want to flame, go ahead! I amuse myself with seeing how far people can go when insulting someone they don't know. :D Well, I amuse myself even when my classmates insult me, so it wouldn't matter very much.

Anyway, thank you for reading and have a very successful year!

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