A/N: Hello once again everyone! Welcome to the second of the final six chapters! Please read on and enjoy!

Allen ran his fingers through the silky white that surrounded him, watching as the substance slipped through his fingers like rain. Are they clouds? he wondered, trying to cup his hands around the puffy material. It evaded him, but he left it alone, choosing instead to sit and close his eyes, enjoying the cool sensation that the cloud-like puffs brought. It was odd to feel this kind of peacefulness, without any kind of trouble or feeling of dread in his heart. Allen leaned back, head lolling to the side as he stretched his legs out in front of him. I wonder where I am, he thought to himself, swirling his fingers through a cloud. Do I care? No, he supposed he didn't, but something told him he should. Maybe I'll take a look around. Reluctantly, Allen pushed himself to his feet, disturbing the clouds that had gathered around him.

Where do I go? It all looks the same, he wondered, looking around at the endless maze of white fluff. He shrugged, taking a step to his left and walking forward, stretching out his hand to let it run through the clouds. He began humming a tune, filling the silence of the world around him. It felt like he was walking for hours until he saw something that made him pause, and sparked an uneasy feeling in the peace that had been draped over him.

There, right in the center of one of the clouds, was a swirling spot of darkness. It devoured the cloud, turning the puff into a midnight colored, monstrous looking thing. What should I do? Allen asked himself, staring warily at the tainted cloud. The darkness reached out from the cloud it had had corrupted and latched onto the next fluff of light, spreading its dark wings over the pure white. Stop, Allen wanted to tell the darkness, but his lips wouldn't move. Please stop! Allen lept forward, trying to grab onto the cloud. His hand brushed against the puff, and he hissed, a spark of pain flaring up his hand. Allen clutched his hand, groaning as the burning sensation moved up from his fingers, and to his wrist.

Carefully, Allen moved the hand clutching the other wrist, checking for damage. What?

Allen looked at the dark smudge on his right hand, watching as it completely enveloped his index finger. Stop! the darkness bubbled beneath his skin, wrapping its ebony claws around his wrist and pulling upward, spreading to his elbow. Allen cried out, collapsing to his knees as the taint sunk its sharp fangs into his arm. It seared its way up the limb, over his shoulder, and to his shoulder blades. Allen clawed at his neck as the darkness spread upward, biting into the skin and scarring it. God, make it stop, Allen pleaded, trying to crawl forward to escape the pain. Allen reached out toward a pure, white cloud near him, wanting to cool his burning skin with its cool touch. His finger brushed against the cloud, and to Allen's horror, the cloud bled black. The exorcist recoiled, curling in on himself as his cheek was stained with ebony.

What's happening to me? he cried internally, clutching at his burning neck and squeezing his eyes shut. A name, something he had forgotten in his peaceful, unaware bliss, picked at his mind, begging him to remember it.

Allen, a familiar voice whispered into his ear.

Help me, he begged back.

You need to remember, it responded, and he could have sworn he felt cool fingers run over his searing skin. There as that nagging feeling again at the back of his confused, aching mind.

I can't, he told the voice, wishing the cool fingers would come back to ease his pain.

Yes, you can, it insisted. Allen could feel the darkness creeping closer to his eyes, wanting to drown him; to suffocate him.

"Crown Clown!" Allen screamed. Yelling the name was like being dropped in a pool of ice water, soothing away the pain and bringing with it the memories Allen had forgon in his ache for blissful peace. Allen's eyes fluttered open, and his gaze landed on a motionless, gray cloud. Gray? Allen stared at it warily, afraid to touch the seemingly innocent puff. Allen pushed himself onto his knees, looking behind and around himself. They're all gray, he thought, looking at the stormy puffs. Slowly, cautiously, he reached out to the nearest cloud, touching the surface with his finger tips. The cloud flowed through his fingers and curled around his hand, but no pain followed, only a cool breeze.

The exorcist froze, eyes stuck on his own, but seemingly foreign, hand. It was an ashen color, like the clouds that surrounded him. Panicked, Allen looked at his arms, legs, and stomach, finding the same pale, ashen color. The teen grabbed a tuft of his own hair pulling it into his line of sight. The silken hair was still white, but streaks of black colored some of the strands. Heart thumping loudly, Allen reached up to his forehead and brushed his fingers of the skin there, feeling the indent of his stigmata. It's filled. He felt numb. A tingling sensation raced up his left arm and he turned his gaze (What color are my eyes now?) onto it. It looked the same as the rest of his new skin, except for the cross at the very center of his hand. The jewel, which usually glowed with a familiar, bright green, was dulled and discolored. At first glance, it was still the same green, though it was darker, but when Allen rotated his hand, a shining purple reflected back at him.

"Crown Clown?" Allen whispered, touching the cross. A hum reverberated back to him, and Allen relaxed slightly. "Neah?" There was no response. "Neah?!" Out of the corner of his eye, Allen glimpsed his reflection in the shining cross embedded into his hand. He looked closer at it, and noticed that it wasn't his reflection. The reflection smiled at him, and waved. No longer was Neah just a shadowy figure with a haunting smile. Allen now saw every feature, down to the shine in Neah's eyes. Allen felt warmth spread through his chest and the only thought he could form, was, Everything is going to be all right, now.

The Earl ran a hand over his chest as he felt a piece of himself, his soul, slide into place.

"So, he has finally completed the change," he chuckled, swinging his stubby legs back and forth.

"Earl-sama?" Lulubell questioned softly, laying a dainty hand on his shoulder. He took it into his own and squeezed gently.

"We must go great our new family member, my dear," he smiled.

A/N: So, what do you guys think? I'm so excited/sad that this story will be over soon. I do hope you guys will enjoy the ending though ;)

I hope you enjoyed this installment of Of Light and Darkness. Review are appreciated and smothered with love. I hope you all have a great day and I will see you in the next chapter! BYE :D