Horror factory
Summary: Among all of his creator's dolls, Allen is the one closest to perfection. Yet, to humans, he is just another nightmare.
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::: Prologue
"Please, I need to have him back, somehow. They say... they say you have the solution. I know it sounds ridiculous, but... I can't stand it anymore. If I don't have him back, then I'll just make sure I'll go to him, instead!"
The nobleman smiled at the humble worker who visited him, a new 'client', this one having lost his child. The smile was predatory and full of disdain, but the desperate visitor was too blinded by grief to even notice.
"You should not have to go through such suffering anymore," cooed the man, sounding friendly and caring. "Whoever advised you was quite right. If you want your boy back, I have just the thing." He took some steps towards a nearby chair, covered by a white bed sheet. Pulling the fabric away, he revealed the sitting, human sized, faceless doll. "Just call his name, with feeling, and he will come back to you through this magical body. Do it, and you will be together once again."
Even as he uttered the false promise he had said to countless others, the Earl wondered if this person would buy it. Humans were quite interesting. Pathetic and easy to deal with, yet with instincts that would awaken in the most unexpected moments. Many refused to speak the name of the deceased loved one, no matter how deep in sadness they were, because they could feel the evil and the wrongness of the doll and the whole ritual.
But as the worker opened his mouth, hands extended towards the doll and eyes shining with hope, the nobleman knew he had won another victim. The polite smile changed into something much more sinister. It was done.
The amount of rituals done by him through his long existence was innumerable, yet the satisfaction of having another servant in his battle against mankind and the church was always the same. Watching as the surprised and distraught man expired and his life force fueled the doll, he waited for the more unpleasant part of the whole procedure.
Human lives and Dark Matter didn't mingle well. Even as the Earl carved into the now contorting, alive Akuma doll, defining its main strengths and trying to decide on its appearance, he knew attempting the latter was an useless struggle.
Contrary to what his enemies believed, the Earl didn't relish in his creation's monstrous, disgusting looks. Adam and his family were quite normal looking by human standards, some could be considered beautiful, even. Though Dark Matter flowed through their bodies, it was supposed to, as that was their nature. The Akuma, however, were powered by human souls and thus, averse to the Noah's evil crafts. They would become horribly deformed in little time, developing undesirable appearances soon after he was done. His army needed to grow, however, so he continued his job, and this was just one more to his large collection of foul puppets.
The squirming doll was almost done, and he wondered which hideous appearance it would assume. An excess of limbs? Scaly skin and numerous eyes and mouths? Foul odor and many heads? It now writhed in apparent pain. They all did during this phase, where they would present their new and permanent form.
The body size reduced, to a point where he worried about the thing's potential usefulness in battle, before it stopped at the size of a human child. Dirty fabric melted and reformed into light skin, and white hair grew on the head, stopping at the shoulders. The creator watched in amazement as features resembling that of humans got shape, normal arms, legs, hands and feet devoid of claws, and a good looking face, marred only by the typical star mark that was a part of every one of his miscreations. Grey eyes opened, trying to focus before resting on the Earl.
Yes, you can imagine his surprise when, instead of any of the abominations he had expected, his new Akuma turned into a small and quite typical looking boy.
A/N: Yes, Allen is an Akuma. No, he isn't an Exorcist secretly. He has a good heart though, which is going to make things pretty difficult for him.