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The Earl is always grinning. One would think that with the Black Church exorcist- particularly the prophesied Destroyer of Time he would be worried. Logically, he should be stressed. But the Earl is not a creature of logic; why use logic when manipulation goes so much farther? The silly humans, so very foolish, so very useless- unless they've been turned into his lovely machines; in that form they're very useful.
The Noah's don't count, they have always been better than regular humans even before the Noah inside them had woken up. Allen Walker would have made a delightful Noah. The Earl could almost see it in his mind; that snowy white hair hiding parts of the crosses on the child's forehead as he killed another useless being, staining his hair with blotches of scarlet blood…
The Earl remembers Allen Walker. Remembers when that exotic white hair was once that dreary brown color. How those dead sapphire eyes lit up when he said he could bring his father back to life. The Earl has a link to every living human on the planet-and that is through a pulse of grief. The lighter the pulse is, the less the grief, the stronger the pulse is, the more grief. Even though he's the Earl, he can't go to every sniveling human on the planet at once-there are far too many. So he picks out those with the strongest pulses and goes to them.
The most interesting akuma he'd ever made was Mana Walker. He thinks this is because it was the only akuma to ever malfunction. The only akuma to actually ever physically scar its loved one. Oh, they all screamed before stealing their loved ones skins; but to actually attack them without receiving orders from him was a phenomenon. He recalls leaving right after the revolting red arm that had been hidden by that overly large mitten had transformed into a giant white claw.
The Millennium Earl is rarely surprised at anything. However, years later when he finds himself engaged in battle with a young exorcist who unwittingly gave him a sense of de ja vu- then actually a bolt of shock when he finally placed the face with a name.
"Oh Allen, I should have killed you back then."
Truly he should have. But the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes that it only makes his play more interesting. It'll still end the way he wants it.
His Noah's have a special curiosity towards the cursed child. Rhode talks of how much she'd love to make him a doll. Tikki wants to challenge him to another game of cards. The twins would like to get their hands on him-if only to find out where Marian Cross is hiding. Yes, his family had an odd obsession with the white haired boy that had that unusual scar under his eye.
That scar… it caught the Earls interest more than it should have. He was fascinated by the way it was connected to the lads cursed eye that gave him the power to see the souls of the akuma. The scar itself was of nothing but an indicator that told him when the curse had evolved. Just like how his akumas evolved.
The Earl supposes he should take the brat out now, but he's far to captivated in his own play to care. Yes, he most defiantly should have killed that child years ago, when the boy was still weak and depressed at killing his own father. As time goes on though, he's begging to care less and less.
…after all…it was such a pretty little scar.
Your rotting heart has brilliant scars,
That shine brilliantly like falling stars
And the bruises on you frozen corpse
Sing lullaby's of dark remorse
If you got up to sing and danced,
Wouldn't you just fall down and turn to ash?
Go on ahead; embrace your lies that mar life's beautiful art,
But I will always know,
About the pretty little scars that you've hidden in your rotting heart.
End