Prologue
The saddest thing for Dallas Genoard was not the deaths of everyone else. No, by the time it was only he and Luck, he'd grown accustomed to the deaths. The first few were a shock, and there were a few that made him want to spear himself with his sword, but now he watched as Luck shoveled dirt onto the cherry coffin that held the body of his beloved angel he realized how numb he'd become.
His eyes were as cold and dead as his insides, and he swallowed heavily as he closed them, turning his head away as a few tears rolled down his face and onto the bloodstained fabric of his shirt. He wiped them away with the back of his hand, knowing that tears would do them no good. The Akuma was out there right now, probably watching them, waiting. But now, they were even. She only had one life left.
Dallas flinched a bit as he felt the warmth of Luck's hand on his shoulder, and his head whipped around to face him. He relaxed, seeing that it was just him, and the other man stepped up beside him, his eyes as empty and hollow as Dallas's.
"Let's go."