Tyki Mikk was a powerful man. An aristocrat born and raised. But that didn’t mean his life was entirely ups and positive. No. He never inherently died, but at some point, a part of him felt like it did. Sure, he was no longer entirely Tyki Mikk. But he was Joyd. In a world full of death and misery, that should have been a good thing - he could no longer die of pain, of sickness, or misfortune.

But exorcism wasn’t a pretty way to die, either.

It was painful, his body had never felt so strongly in any kind of pain - not like this. It felt like his nerves were on fire, his whole body felt like it was melting from the inside - out. It was horrible. It was even worse because he was the one that put himself in this kind of situation. Abuse of power - a threshold he never should have crossed. He knew that boy looked damn near too alike to himself - to Nea, but there was a driving force that kept him anchored to trying to find him - to find the Heart of Noah and it hurt him more than he could ever watch.

The face of the man he - at one point in his life - loved, was the very one that had attempted to exorcise him. And that was something he never wanted to go through again. He couldn’t - he almost died, and he couldn’t leave behind his family. What kind of man leaves behind a niece and his own brother because he was so lusted after a dead man that he was too blind to notice the imminent danger right in front of him?

But love makes you stupid - it makes you dumb.

And he was no Virgin Mary when it came to how love worked. It was different with you. Naive, stupidly falling head over heels for the older man - and he just watched you. Like you were a newborn giraffe making its way in the world, he watched you stumble and fall. You were the same as Allen - an Exorcist. That only served fuel to him that you were never going to work. But it was scary how wrong he was.

You never so much as raised a weapon to him, activated your innocence - your eyes never held even a look of disgust.

Just pity.

He could feel the way your eyes raked over his face, pitying him like he was some kind of demon that shouldn’t have changed its side.

He wondered sometimes if he should cross the line - let you finish the job Allen Walker failed. Exorcise him, make him whole.

But what if it changed him, and you didn’t like him for who he was? Would it disappoint you - would he disappoint you?

Would you still let him cross over, into your life, if he crossed that line?