Ainchaseishmael Histoires

The El Gang faces a mini crisis in Lanox, while (y/n) and Ain get to know each other a little better. Shoutout to @21andree10 on Instagram for the cover!

Highest Ranking - #535 in elsword (Ainchase Ishmael x reader) Welcome to the land of... many lands, really. And many adventures to regain the lost El. My name is... someone very special to me, calls me Anatono. I call them the same, once in a while. My family has either been killed before my very eyes, or sent into the future, doomed to be scattered through time. I then relied on the power of the El and borrowing its powers to get everything back... but then I met him. The pendulum weilding male with grey and tourquoise hair. With him, I now have hope, a hope that is pure. I just hope he doesn't make me screw up somehow... on purpose... ... or forget. "Tu sei la mia luce del tramonto, Ainchase." -Anatono? (^^^This is Italian. The entire book is not Italian, but DOES include things in different languages. And since I'm nice, I will transfer^-^) I DO NOT OWN ELSWORD, THE MUSIC, OR PICTURES IN THIS BOOK. Does include swearing.

They were the only demons he ever trusted. The only ones who could see him for who he was, and have the ability to see right through him.. He wished those moments of laughter lasted, those tugging emotions slowly seething into his own heart. But she changed. He changed. And so did the angel everyone loved... He didn't show emotions, he didn't show his forgotten personality. She didn't show him, himself emotions, she didn't show her forgotten personality, instead, it morphed into a monstrosity anyone thought they could have fixed. But that didn't happen. He changed, changed, changed. He was never himself again. Hair only showing a rich grey now, and silence.. Will he let go...? Will he give up...? Or will he still love them, even though they hate him for no reason at this point... Luciela, Ciel, that's all he could remember about them-and he was called Ain. But that changed after the incident even... Elsword flinches at, when brought up. ~PLEASE READ: PLEASE CREDIT THE ORIGINAL ARTIST OF THE PHOTO, DO NOT CREDIT ME. I AM THE WRITER OF THE STORY, NOT THE DEVELOPER OF THE STORY. ALL RIGHTS FOR THE PHOTO GO TO ORIGINAL OWNER.~ Rarely, anyone reads stuff like that. So sorry for the caps.