Prologue - Swan's Song
"I still can't believe it. My little sweet sheep has returned home and the first thing it does is attacking me!", snarled the Earl in uncontainable anger despite the wide grin that was plastered on his face. He was fuming with rage as he gripped his sword even tighter. He would destroy her, smash her to tiny pieces, even if it meant losing his greatest creation ever. She gave him a small, apologetic smile before she scowled darkly at him. Her hatred for this man was unbearable. "You do realize that I have no sympathy left for you or your family, don't you?" Her voice was dark and ice cold. A sound that would make even Kanda flinch. To be exact, it had already made him flinch in the past.
Her gaze wandered over to the unmoving bodies further away, under something that looked like an eerie glowing, black cloth hovering over them. Kanda, Allen and Lenalee were never going to know what had happened. She did not want to see her friends struggling for her life. It was pointless after all, she was going to die anyway. She was curious to know where Lavi was. The redhead had told them to leave him behind in order to search for Mari and Timothy. She looked at the trio under the protecting cloak. No matter what happened now- it would protect them from harm. But when it was over she would not be able to see Komui, the staff and the Exorcists throw a party.
She'd not be able to see Lavi bounce around yelling out: "It's over!", would not be able to see Kanda maybe look less angry than usually, nor dance with Lenalee like she promised, or chat with Hevlaska again, but more than anything, she'd not be able to hold the promise she gave Allen. She regretted that most. A lonely tear found it's way down her cheek, leaving a salty path. She rubbed it away furiously. The idea of the Millenium Count seeing her weakness sickened her. She turned her attention to her enemy, who was watching her with a mild interest, like a scientist pondering over the reaction of a test subject. "I wonder he said…", he said tilting his head to the side. "About what!", spat Louisanne murderous intent in every syllable. She would make him pay for everything he had done, for the suffering he had caused her everyday of this life she had despised so much.
She was going to make him feel regret and agony and she would watch him crumble. Her instincts were begging her to do so but she was holding back them at her best. If she lost her senses now it would all have been in vain. Sweat was running down her face, dampening her blue locks and she began panting heavily. If she didn't finish him off quickly it would be too late. Her will force would not be able to restrain the horror lurking inside of her. The Earl looked at her in surprise but soon his astonishment turned into a mischievous grin. "Having a little problem to restrain our true nature, aren't we?", he sang gleefully while coming closer. It would be so easy. Louisanne straightened herself, determination in her eyes but shaking violently. She was scared about what was to follow her words. "My true nature….I'll show it to you right away!", she shouted and did the one thing she had always feared- taking off her necklace.
Once she undid the lock with shaking fingers and threw the medallion away into the mud of the graveyard, she literally could feel her soul being torn apart by monstrous claws. A deafening scream filled the air, one that even the heavy rain could not repress. She cringed in pain. Hot, white pain that shoot through her body, making her wish she would just black out but she did not allow herself to. She would pull through those conversions till the end. The Earl stood on the spot frozen, feeling alarmed and even something that came close to…anguish. Defeating her in that form with his possibilities and weapons would be a serious problem. Then it was over, all of a sudden. The thing stood up and chuckled sinisterly while rising into the air. "So…", spoke a voice that sounded as if it was coming right from the deepest, darkest pit in hell itself, "Are you proud of your achievement, Earl?" The Millenium Count stared at her in awe. She really was his greatest accomplishment. "…To say the least.", he answered still marveled. And without a warning the thing that was once Louisanne, launched at him.
"Swan song" is a metaphorical phrase for a final gesture, effort, or performance given just before death or retirement. The phrase refers to an ancient belief that swans sing a beautiful song in the moment just before death, having been silent (or alternatively, not so musical) during most of their lifetime. ~ taken from Wikipedia