He stared at Alphonse's reflection in the mirror.
"How could you, Al?" he whispered with a broken soul.
_forward in time some_
How many years had it been since he'd been called forth by Alphonse? How long had it been since the Earl had made him kill his little brother? How long since he'd been wearing his skin? How many times had he almost ended it but stopped because he didn't want to mar that perfect flesh?
So he suffered in silence. Moving from town to town, and to the next, waiting til he could no longer control his hunger, could no longer fight the puppets programming. Waiting til he lost all sense of reality, leaving him in darkness till he woke up standing over a massacre.
Every town he stayed in had fewer residents when he left, many had probably made more akuma like him. He would have preferred to be a Humunculi to this.
That was how the team of exorcists in front of him had tracked him down. A beautifully sad blonde angel with golden eyes,moved into town, gained the love and trust of its people, and vanished after the massacre, it was assumed the angel moved on-for the towns people couldn't discern if the angel was a man or woman, but they didn't care, it was an angel after all.
Allen Walker stared at the Akuma's soul. An identical blonde angel stared back at him with defeated eyes. It was missing an arm and a leg, probably how it had died, brought back by the aching heart of its twin. For they seemed to be twins.
"Are you ready to die, Akuma?" Yuu Kanada demanded taking Mugen out of its sheath.
"Yes, exorcist'"
Allen was shocked. Kanada yelled at him for it, "He's just trying to trick us, bean sprout."
"No, I am not, but I am afraid I cannot allow you to harm the beautiful body of my outuo. So, are you prepared to die, Exorcist?"