"Foolish child, you dare to fight us?" Leon smirked, confident in his victory. Now that he was armed with an ally--a powerfully mysterious one at that--, he was no longer viable to die. So, he prepared his spear once more, swinging it commandingly. Water emitted from the very tips of the spear, "Now then…" He smirked as he then shoved the spear into his gut. He grunted in pain, he coughed out a black liquid, but he smirked once again. "I'm going to show you… the true power… of an Impurity!" He began to laugh.

Malcolm gave a cold glare to Leon; this fool's misunderstanding of how this Exorcist works will be the death of him… So long as I get my credits for killing Yu Kanda by myself, I don't care what this mistake does. He thought to himself, looking at the armed samurai that held two blades, blades of illusion; Mugen.

Mugen… I allow you to draw from my life again, and from my life… give me the strength I need to vanquish all enemies that dare to stand in my way… The male thought to himself as his entire body began to glow with a darkness-piercing light. "It is about time, stupid Cain, that I start playing this game a little more… seriously." Kanda said coldly as his blades glowed just as well, becoming a blinding blue light that illuminated the entire battlefield. If he were compared to the Sun in the heavens, he'd be second to its bright radiance!

The Crow members immediately stopped to cover their eyes, almost as if they had never seen a bright light before! "Damnit!" A few cursed under their breaths, only to be silenced by the sounds of a metallic screech that echoed throughout the entire room. This was no longer their victory… This was…

"Fourth Illusion; Embodiment!" Kanda commanded as the light had finally evaporated, leaving only the darkness, and a small bit of light. Within that aura of light, was Kanda himself, top half of his clothes completely removed, exposing his cursed tattoo. So far, it seemed that the tattoo had grown since the last time it had been seen, as it was now reaching towards his gut with its tail, and its head was now upon his throat.

Leon extracted his spear from his body, watching the blade ooze with some of that disgusting, putrid black liquid from the inside of his body. "Alright then… let's do this!" He laughed as he then leaped right at Kanda, arm at the ready.

Kanda stood there, an empty look in his eyes as his right arm twitched. His arms waved, his knees wobbled, and his head tilted back. He simply stood that way, now a soulless shell. What had happened to Kanda, no one in the room could understand…

"Giving up, eh?! Oh well, say farewe—" To Leon's amazement, Kanda had instantly vanished from sight. Immediately, he paused, searching for his prey. "Come out, come out, wherever you are, you know I'm gonna find ya, and cut ya to bits!" Leon taunted with that confident smirk on his face. The wind began to pick up, the sounds of metal screeching filled the air, a bright light engulfed his entire existence and underneath the screeching was the sounds of a painful scream! Thunder clapped, lightning roared, and the entire world had suddenly shut down, for it was now silent, the battle was already over, the moment it had begun.

The light faded, leaving nothing but darkness, and a single dim light. Within that dim light was a ravaged Leon, large gashes on his torso, an entire arm had gone missing, his own weapon was shoved right down his throat, and his entire chest was ripped open, exposing the Cain's black heart. The heart was not beating, but it oozed within the black blood of the Cain, bubbling sickly. Yet another dim light had invoked from within the darkness, this time it being the murderous Kanda. His arms were covered with that black liquid, while a piece of his aura seemed to have that black liquid spiral around his arm.

Malcolm C. Leverrier, unfazed by the current turn of the battle's tide, glared at Kanda. Never before, had I seen Kanda in such a dark shade of murder. He thought to himself before taking on a fight stance, inviting his dangerous opponent to a dance of danger.

Kanda accepted said invitation, and vanished in a heartbeat, unseen once again.

"Third's…execute Beta" he said calmly, "and do not let your guards down." He calmly watched his army of Third Generation Exorcists point their deformed arms at the darkness lying ahead.

"Yes sir!" They all took their command as the arms glowed with a purple light, a malevolent glow that matched an Akuma's perfectly! They each began to laugh, laughing as if they had lost their minds, laughing as if they were possessed by a malevolent creature, by a being that was the opposite of a God, as if they were possessed marionettes of the Devil himself.

Kanda merely stood there, arm pointing out to them. This is ridiculous… He thought to himself. No longer did this war have a point, it had no base, it had no substance to make it into an actual war; just a random fight thrown together by the one puppet master of this show that stood in his throne room with that ridiculous smile. He readied himself as they continued to laugh.

Steadily, their flesh had begun to bubble, each of the bubbles popping sickeningly. Each flesh bubble that popped, exposed a bit of a metallic substance that was underneath, a metallic substance that looked almost like bones, with a plasma-like substance taking the place of a human organ. Their faces had bubbled, as if someone dropped acid on them. The bubbles popped sickeningly, revealing skulls made of pure steel. This had no effect on the clothing they were wearing, it was covering the possibly dastardly-looking things that have yet to be seen.

"Che, so you're just mutants hidden underneath? You were supposed to be that 'new hope' bullshit, but instead, you're just weapons of war for the side you were so adamant about being against." Kanda spat.

"I never said… that these weapons were for the Black Order. I said that it was for our side, not necessarily for the Exorcists." Leverrier answered simply, laughing evilly at the technicality that he pointed out. "Nay, Exorcist, these aren't just weapons to absorb Akuma, that is wrong. When the Thirds have furthered themselves in their chain, they can transcend into these magnificent forms, after absorbing a plethora of Akuma. These, are the answer to the question, the answer to making more Akuma without the tedious process of going up to a human." The man had begun to laugh as well, laughing in such a psychopathic manner that even mad scientists would say "Holy Shit" to.

"I see… so your loyalty was to the Earl?" Kanda asked, still maintaining posture, unfazed by the laughter. He had been taking in this information, processing it, and coming closer to a conclusion that he was going to need.

"Nay, my loyalty was to the Emperor of Eternity, whom else do you think worked on the project to free him in the first place?" He answered with a smirk, his palm already pointed at Kanda. "This, my mistake, is your end. I put an end to Alma Karma myself, now all that's left is you." He said threateningly as the demonic figures stepped forth, motioning into the offensive.

"As someone else had once said…" Kanda charged right in for it, as if asking for a death wish, "bring it on, and don't let up!"

Author's Note: I tried my best on this one, so I'm sorry if it sucked you guys. And sorry that it took me so long to update since the last one, I really hope you liked this one anyway.

Disclaimer: I do not own this anime, Katsura Hoshino does, I only own half the b.s'd stuff that I performed in this story, and any future events pertaining to it.

Side Note: Notice, I've been TRYING to fit the latest events into this, but it seems to be failing. I dunno how to work it out, so I think I may need a beta-reader and someone to REMIND me to start writing. Ha-ha, my email should be available on my profile, please speak up, I really do need help.