Al, Lenalee, and I were just slacking off in a train station when Lenalee got a call from headquarters on her golem
“So, what’d they want?” I asked
“Yeah you seem upset.” Al said
“They wanted to tell us that armies of akuma are immobilizing all around the world. They say every akuma in southern Europe is headed towards Barcelona.”
“Oh, no. Devon, Paul and the rest of the finders are going to Barcelona.” Al gasped
“That’s exactly where we’re going.” Lenalee said before running off
“Right.” Al and I say in unison while running to catch up.
‘How much noise can that many akuma make? Can I handle that?’ I thought to myself while running
As we ran I could hear akuma screaming even though we weren’t even remotely close to Barcelona yet, however the screams had eventually died down to nothing before long.
“Do you hear anything?” Al asked as we ran
“Nothing. Maybe they killed them all already.” I said trying to be optimistic, but Al and Lenalee said nothing.
~Time skip~
Our worst fears had been realized when we got to Barcelona and saw the aftermath of what happened the night before. The pier of one of the cities many ports was filled with the corpses of Finders that had died last.
“Oh no.” Al gasped, and I heard Lenalee whimper in front of me. We walked further down the pier to look for our friends.
“Is Devon around?” Al asked a finder, but he simply looked at a casket.
“It can’t be…” Lenalee cried
“What about Paul? Are Thierry or Pierre here?” I asked anxiously
“Them too.” He said and I balled my hands into fists, before stomping off to the remains of a house the was probably standing up until yesterday
“If I can’t protect those who are dearest to me, what am I here for?" I sobbed and I did what I always do when I’m upset or angry and sang:
The moonlight, which exposes sadness
Coldly illuminated
Despair and the future
That are friendly with each other within the darkness
Turning the secret that you gave me into a sign
I go through the silence of the pale night
Lacrimosa
Once more, I want to love the glaringly bright world
That shattered in the distance and vanished
Hide your dream in your eyes
Until tears come falling
Onto your sullied heart
The phantom carriage parts the darkness
And goes toward where the light is
The trap known as dreams
Lures us toward the flames
No shout of any sort will reach
The merciless gods above the sky
Lacrimosa…
We’ll be the blazing firewood
