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A male child with brown hair kneeled down in front of a grave. Tears filled gray voids, the same gray voids that had been shimmering silver when the man in the grave was still alive. Gloved hands caressed the ground at the boy's feet as if it were a hand. A soft, pain-streaked voice whimpered out a single name.

"Mana."

The boy was clothed in dirty rags, his pale skin blistering because of the cold. He could tell someone was behind the grave, but he didn't care. It wasn't his Mana, and without Mana there he didn't care about anything. He didn't care that the figure had come from behind the grave, something else moving with him.

What he did care about was when a hand brought his chin up to make him star at white skin, a never-faltering smile, and glasses that glinted with the available light to block him from seeing the eyes of the one who had forced him to look up from where he had been mourning the loss of his beloved foster father.

"I can bring him back to you. All you need to do is call his name," the mouth moved, but the grin never faltered.

He felt a pang spread through him before settling in his arm, but he didn't care about that. His arm was nothing but a hindrance to him, and this man in front of him would bring back the only light that had ever been in his life.

"Please," the child pleaded with the man, wanting his light back.

"Scream his name out to the heavens. Claim him back from that cursed God of yours," the man spoke, malice laced onto his words delicately so it wasn't taken as a threat to the child, but to the God he cursed.

The child's eyes faced down as the man let go of him, his eyes a bleak gray. His arm hurt badly, but he paid no heed to the warning it gave him.

Then his head snapped up.

"MANA!"

Lighting struck the skeleton the Earl had summoned, the name 'Mana' carved on the helmet plate. The iron boned skeleton moved, looking down at the child before it. The mouth moved, words coming out and making the child's eyes brightening to a silver color.

"Allen?"

The Millennium Earl smiled as his Akuma came to life. Another soldier for his army, and another pathetic human out of his way. "Ki-"

"What have you done to me, Allen?" the Akuma roared, clawing at the kid with one of his sharpened claws. "How could you have turned me into an Akuma? I curse you, Allen!"

"Mana?" Allen held his right gloved hand to his left eye, pleading for his foster father's actions to not be true. His eyes widened as his left arm rose of its own accord and was placed right to the name carved on the Akuma's plate. His arm then proceeded to transform into a pure white claw, a green cross of crystals imbedded in the back of his hand. "Mana!"

The cry came out and the Akuma smiled warmly, the soul of Mana looked at his child. "I love you, Allen."

With that the silver claw came down, bringing Mana release from his cage- released by the same person who had imprisoned him in it.

The Earl tisked, ready to strike the kid before his eyes widened, noticing the golden glow in the kid's eyes. He blinked to see if it was only his imagination, but it only took the second for him to blink for the kid to be gone. The kid gone, the Earl left through a red and black checkered door that came out from the ground.

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