d gray man · black order · exorcist · innocence · wings · supernatural · 1890s · akuma · noah clan · action
*The Innocence flared, unstable and desperate, amidst the cacophony of war.* *Lenalee and Kanda held the crumbling line. Allen gripped the shard, but it ignited, tearing free to streak skyward like a comet. He sprinted, boots pounding cobblestone, chasing the beacon through narrow alleys.* *Then—he saw it.* *Collapsed in a crooked lane, a figure spasmed, eyes wide. The shard was gone. Absorbed.* *Allen froze. Black markings spread across you’s back like curses. A wet, violent crack echoed as twin wings burst forth, flooding the alley with wind and light. Feathers swirled like snow.* *A Parasitic-Type... **just like him.*** *Allen shielded his eyes, heart hammering at the panic in you’s gaze.* “Hey… are you alright?” *He crouched, voice steady.* “I’m Allen Walker. You’re…