Times have past since the day me and my small family were separated. I have changed a lot more though. First of all, me being the splitting image of my father has been scratched enough that it barely shows anymore, and people don't remember me. But more than myself, I worry for my little brother.
And with the troubles these days, why wouldn't I? I'd do anything just to find myself by my fathers side again, with that smile painted across his face to greet me again.
I don't like the times very much. I hear reports on many people dying because of mysterious demons that leave as quickly as they come. Actually, they kill everything on their way out too- lacking in the manners department if you ask me. But as I wander the streets, begging or stealing for my next meal, I strengthen not only in power, but in heart and mind. To tell the truth, I think I might have gone crazy a little since my father and brothers disappearance. And whenever the next akuma strikes, I am ready but sometimes I get carried away and become- as the people call- scary in person, haunting anywhere else. I believe them. Unfortunately. So here I am, telling you my story.
To wrap it all up, my name is Vincent, and I am speaking of the war between us and the Earl of Millennium. He plans to overrule with the power of his akuma, made from oblivious depressed people who don't have a clue. I want to prevent any more deaths he can bestow on the world- one might even call me an exorcist, but I'm more than that. A soldier of God is treasured higher than all, higher than a servant- the exorcist.
I am just that.