Hail to the Theif of Souls that Weep

[millenium_earl]

{RP: Allen VS Earl}
{Players to the Stage: Allen Walker (admin), and Millenium Earl (me)}
{Banned from Reading: None}
{POV: 3rd Person}
{Plot Prefix: The Earl has grown worried about his latest Akuma creation, so he is recruiting more natural born Akuma, he finds a child that has just lost a loved one and attempts to work his magic. Allen walks into

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[arenwalker]

It had been another one of those phenomenons that exorcists were ordered to investigate. Many of them disapproved of being sent on such a mission because that meant that there was no certainty whether Innocence was truly in the area and thus the exorcists had to do the job of the Finders. One exorcist who didn't hate such missions was Allen Walker.

Allen took everything given to him with a smile and a heart he would not admit was heavy. He accepted everything; rejected nothing. One would say he was too selfless... or selfish.

The weather proved to be depressing; the clouds rolled in and with them, came the drums of thunder and the lightning fire that rippled across the edge of the sky like a stone traveling the speed of sound across water, leaving a small trail in its wake that eventually vanished. A quick glance at this threatening sky told Allen he would need to hasten to the location. There had been ominous signs all day and though many believed them to be as far-fetched as demons created from the mix of lost souls and a tragedy, Allen wasn't so sure. His left eye had been tingling oddly lately and his left arm ached. That, and night was beginning to fall. Somehow, it seemed the sunset was falling on the horizon of his heart, sinking beneath it, and vanished without a trace, making Allen stop for a moment and finger his chest. Odd...

Link had decided to not accompany him on this mission, something for which Allen was grateful for. It wasn't that he hated the Inspector - he couldn't stress that enough, actually - but being followed and accused when Allen barely knew what was going on got annoying and stressful after a while. Instead, a Finder named Dikme was accompanying him through the capital city called Perugia in the region of Umbria located in the middle of Italy. It was a beautiful town, with many stone buildings, sculptures, and filled with history Allen knew that Lavi would love to visit at some time.

Removing his hand from his chest, Allen continued to walk with Dikme, occasionally talking to him with a small smile on his face. Dikme wasn't very good with English, but Allen understood him well enough. True, Dikme's first two languages were Italian and Turkish, so English wasn't natural. When Allen was confused, Dikme would thankfully clarify using elaborate hand motions - which were somewhat restricted thanks to the talisman he had on his back. Despite it all, Dikme seemed to have much respect for Allen and it was something that Allen could return with ease.

Suddenly, there was a scream and Allen snapped his head up quickly as a bolt of lightning crashed down over what looked like a graveyard. Allen's left eye tingled again, attempting to tell him something, and he instinctively began to run to the graveyard. It wasn't a good chance, but he never could take any chances for granted.

He skidded to a halt before the entrance of the graveyard. A large shadow bent over a headstone made his hypothesis correct. A young boy was sitting on the headstone, talking to him.

Allen slowly walked forward, his left hand clenched into a fist. He could feel his Innocence resonating within him, telling him to fight now.

"Good evening, Earl."

[millenium_earl]

The 1,000 Year Phantom sensed a Black Order Brat near, but they would be too late, he had already pulled out the Akuma Model Frame. However, like every other human he'd ever encountered, the boy was being rather slow about speaking Miss Ophelia's name. The Earl wanted to shake the boy, but that would destroy the kind and giving facade he was trying to put on.

Just when he felt the Black Order Brat nearly on his heels, the boy finished. As he said 'Malone' the tell-tale lightning of Necromancy flashed, and met the Akuma Model Frame. Bones rattled, and the words that were a symphony to the Earl's ears came.

"Good Evening, Earl." A familiar voice said in the most calm of tones...these were not the words The Millenium Earl wanted to ring through his ears. He turned from the stunned and shaking little boy to meet the face of Allen Walker.

"Ah, Allen my dear boy, how is it that we keep bumping into each other like this? We really must sit down and chat over tea and sandwiches sometime." His voice was laced with that of an english gentleman's, but the eyes beneath his spectacles defenately told that he wanted the nusiance called Allen Walker dead. "If you'll excuse me, you just came in for my favorite part, no speaking during the show, silence is golden!" The Earl chuckled.

"Juliano...Juliano Machiavelli" The Woman Ophelia Malone's voice eminated from the Akuma Model's mouth, though it did not move. She had a thick italian accent although she was Ireland born.

"Senora Ophelia...is it really you Senora?" The little fair haird italian boy cried tears of utmost joy.

"Juliano...what...WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! JULIANO MACHIAVELLI DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE?!"

"Senora?" The boy started to cry in fear, whatever joy was in his tears before had dissapeared.

"I AM AN AKUMA JULIANO! A DREADED MONSTER OF DEATH AND SUFFERING! WHY COULD YOU NOT LEAVE ME WITH MY FAMILY?"

The Millenium Earl was glad that Allen was so bent on freeing the souls of Akuma for the moment, because if you struck an Akuma during the transformation, the spirit trapped inside would suffer.

He laughed to himself as the little boy Juliano Machiavelli scrambled back from the transforming Akuma, scraping his hands against the gravel. The Earl had to be on his toes though, as soon as the transformation was done, he knew Allen Walker would attack...