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DGM-Confessions: Chapter 6

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The woman whimpered in a shameful, mortifying manner.  I wanted her to beg for life.  I wanted her to see death at her doorstep and cry out for mercy.  But most of all, I wanted to be in control.
My entire life has been a mash up of circumstances completely out of my control.  What I desired now most was total power over something else, anything in my life.  I wished to be the maker of my own destiny.  I decided to take charge, but of course, as it is with most lives, the unexpected is to be expected.
A casual observer to this situation would undoubtedly deduce that at that particular moment, the most unlikely occurrence was that the woman whom I thought to be utterly useless would suddenly develop a power of her very own.  However, as it is ironic law that the worst possible scenario is in reality the most likely, she and her Innocence chose that moment to become more closely acquainted.  Although broken, she suddenly conjured a force-field within my own private realm.
Within that zone of hers it was as though time had reverted back to a moment before I had played with the three of them.  The ditzy girl snapped out of her unconsciousness, the white-haired Exorcist's eye was no longer missing, his arm was no longer damaged, and the former non-Exorcist was now powerful and dangerous.  Now facing three Exorcists, all conscious and fully-functioning, I was going to have a difficult time maintaining my grip on the situation.  I was shocked more deeply than I cared to admit, and struggled to retain my composure.
"Now, allow us to introduce ourselves.  I am Allen Walker, cursed.  This is Lenalee Lee, combat expert, and here we have Miranda Lotto, Exorcist.  And you are Road, sorry I don't know your last name, but Devil's accomplice, none the less."
I was too stunned to retort back.  He knew my name.  He knew me.  Sure, he didn't get my actual job, or what exactly I was fighting for, but he had heard of me.  And now I had a name to put with his face and his hair.
Slowly collecting my thoughts, I internally gasped.  I had heard that name before.  I knew this boy!  The Earl had mentioned a boy who had escaped death.  A cursed boy.  This was him.  I spelled out his name, A-L-L-E-N, in the air above him.
"Ah!  The infamous Allen Walker!  You turned your own father into an Akuma, and then were cursed by him.  I've wanted to get to know you for a long time, Exorcist.  You intrigue me.  And now we have a chance to play together!"  I turned to one of my scared-looking toys.  "You, Akuma, self-destruct."
"What are you doing?" asked the boy Exorcist, intrigued.
"You can't save the souls of the Akuma that do not die at the hands of Innocence," I replied as spitefully as possible.  I wanted to see his pain.  I wanted to hurt him, as he had the Earl, and now me.
Without giving it a moment's thought, he leapt forward to kill the Akuma before it could complete its last assignment.  My gleeful anticipation of their deaths was practically overflowing.  My exhilaration was cut short, though, when that dumb Lenalee, pulled him back.  I was crushingly disappointed.  I wanted to see if he could actually go through with it.  While I wanted to see him lose, I also, deep inside, wanted him to win.
It was then that he started crying.  He sat on the floor which I had manufactured, and sobbed.  It was as if he had never seen anything die before, the fool.  I walked over to "comfort" him, and wrapped myself around him.  We sat like that for a while; the other two girls were too confused to do anything.
As I started to move from him, I felt something comparable only to a fleshy gun barrel pressed up to my back.  The next thing I knew, a sharp pain unlike any other I had known burst into my senses.  I felt air licking the exposed muscles of my back.  Blood was pouring generously from the sudden, gaping hole, running down my new dress.  Although I knew the pain would not last long, I writhed.  I did not scream, but my breaths were shallow difficult to muster.  I thought I would die.
Even through my pain, I realized I shouldn't, couldn't die.  It was an absolute impossibility.  I could not be killed unless my true form was known.  And I wasn't going to reveal that any time soon.  But, I wasn't healing.  I could only lie there helplessly.
I continued to writhe in pain for a few moments longer, as the Exorcists overlooked, helpless.  Finally the boy, Allen, took me in his arms as he tore off the remains of my ruined dress, exposing my body.  His hand delved deep into me as his fingers carefully searched for what they were looking for.  I gasped in pain as he pulled it out.  The bullet was now dislodged from my back.
"You can't heal with Innocence in you.  Take this as a warning: do NOT mess with Exorcists or the sanctity of what we do.  Do not destroy souls, or, mark my words, I will come after you, and I will kill you, this time for good."
He let me go then, and I crumpled to a heap on the ground.  I lay there for a long time as the girls rushed to Allen and carried him out of my line of vision.  I rose, fully healed physically, and grabbed Lero, who had been discarded earlier in the course of events of that evening.
Recovering my lost sadism, or rather, I should say, pretending to, I spoke my last words to the Exorcists, particularly the one who had beaten me.
"Well, that was more fun than expected.  Humans are interesting creatures.  I hope we get to play again, Exorcist."
I strutted past the Exorcists with what little dignity I had left, and walked through a door I had produced.  I left it open for the Exorcists to leave from, for I had no desire for them to wander through my mind any more than they already had.  While the pain and physical harm that they obtained would remain once they left, they had been in my imagination for the entirety of the event.
I was thoroughly confused at what had just happened.  I had no clue what to think of the boy who had attempted to murder me, and then turned around to save my life.  It had been my original intent to kidnap him and possibly the others, but in the end, I was his hostage, to do with as he pleased.  And he freed me.
With that, I shook my head and plotted my ultimate revenge against the Exorcist named Allen Walker.
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