A premise I've thought of for months, all based off the single idea of:
What if Allen Walker was the villain?
I'll play God
Prologue
Outskirts of Lagos, Portugal, 1886
There hadn't really been a choice.
"Will you come with me?"
It wasn't even a question.
He looked around him and at the decimated town he'd called home for the past week, sitting at a cold gravestone and cursing until blood drenched into the earth, soaked the soil and bloomed lilies of red around him. The sky was fever-bright, overwhelming, the moon's eye boring down on him relentlessly. There was no shelter from God, not even at night.
"I'll grant your heart's greatest desire."
He didn't even know what that was. All he knew was that soothing touch, that broad smile, the golden eyes that gleamed bright as the sun when they looked at him. All he knew was a clown's old tricks, a card up a sleeve and down another, saying look, here, isn't this yours? A joker, a club, a diamond, a spade, a heart.
"It's a small price to pay."
His nails were encrusted with dirt and his hair hung lank, and still he'd refused to move for days, curled tight around his knees when he wasn't sobbing into the earth, desperate, betrayed, heart broken.
"Come with me."
Who here would miss him? Who here would wait? His home had never been a place, a house, a time or even a space. It'd been one person. Someone who'd seen a broken child and raised him whole, stitched until he could manage a grin and sewed until he could laugh.
Allen looked up at Mana's blank eyes and rose to his knees, reaching for Mana's outstretched hand, that awe-inspiring moon bright behind him.
Even if he didn't know him, Allen would follow Mana anywhere.
He stepped through the shining white door after the Millennium Earl and didn't look back.
A/N: Very short beginning to introduce the idea. Future chapters will be longer, and I'm estimating around ten or so chapters total. This is a fantasy AU which retains the characters and some of the basis of who they are, but no Innocence or Akuma, and no Holy War.