The clown stood broad sword in hand, upon a hill of corpses. Beside him lay the man he had once known to be his father, protector, and friend. The clown had white gravity defying hair and a cursed red scar covering the left side of his face. A white cape glowed around his body with a silver mask resting on the hood. The clown looked down at his father, worn and ragged, a smile on his blood-stained face as he breathed what were sure to be his final breaths.
"A-a-allen," the clown's father stammered out. "I-i'm so sorr-ry."
The clown, Allen Walker, looked down at his foster father, "I know, Mana. I forgive you father, and I love you." Mana Walker, the Millennium Earl smiled wider and then shakily breathed his last, as his son, the silver clown, cried upon the hill of his dead friends' bodies.
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The Trembling Eyes
FanfictionAfter the Holy War Allen was left alone, with Timcampy of course. He wanders the world destroying akuma and hiding innocence within his ark, until one day he wanders across a monastery and meets none other than the twin sons of Satan. Disclaimer! I...
