Allen Walker
Well I used to stand for something,
But forgot what that could be.
There's a lot of me inside you,
Maybe you're afraid to see.
Allen Walker stood for everything the Dark Order, the Vatican, and their god could only dream of being. They seemed to have forgotten they were supposed to be the saviors of mankind, not sacrificing them to doomed missions and hopeless experiments with Innocence. They seemed to have forgotten that they were supposed to be saving humanity from the Akuma, not turning their followers into Akuma.
It was, likely, their greatest sin -the Second and Third Exorcists. However, turning humans into partial Akuma wasn't wrong in their eyes. Making a human partially into a creature that was tortured, miserable, and in constant agony as an enslaved soul was somehow justifiable to the Dark Religious Order. All Allen could think was; 'What happened to the human's soul?' 'What happened to the Akuma's soul?' How could this be in any way right or justifiable?
It wasn't, and they knew it. They had become as bad as their enemy. But they were too afraid to admit to what they now saw in the mirror. It was as if their was a little bit of the Earl in each of the people responsible for the creation of the Second and Third Exorcists. No one wished to see themselves in such a way so they, again, cast blame everywhere else; the Earl, the Noah, the Akuma, even Allen himself. Allen felt as if the Earl had already taken over the world. It was just that no one else realized it yet.
Well I used to stand for something,
Now I'm on my hands and knees.
Trading in my god for this one,
And he signs his name with a capital G.
With this the Order brought Allen to his hands and knees for the last time. He couldn't continue to be irrationally optimistic and smile in spite of everything. He could no longer fight for an organization he loathed. He couldn't fight for an organization that preached salvation, but cared nothing for the death it caused or the sins they mired themsleves in. And he couldn't keep fighting for a god he didn't believe in. The young Exorcist lacked the energy to even pretend to believe in their god any more. He wasn't trading gods as he'd never believed in one to begin with and he wouldn't start now. He couldn't. He was simply leaving the side that required he be a symbol, their warrior, while simultaneously branding him a traitor. He refused to be used until he broke and then lead to the gallows. Mascot. Martyr. Scapegoat.