"No. Before the Earl and the Order both worked through companies, shares, and different resources to hide their plans. The fight was the very first exposure the world has had to what is really going on. I didn't get to see much of the public's reaction but, it wasn't just the Vatican aiming their guns at us after the world broadcast was finished." That hadn't been any surprise to any of them. People were easily driven to mob mentality in the right circumstances. Give them a target and they'd obediently aim their sights at it.

Still. It stung.

Mikk snagged in his chair a bit, and rubbed his temples with his free hand. He nodded numbly to confirm the United Nations supported the Order in his time. And again at the mention of the Vatican. Lousy bastards. Not that their noses had ever been clean and everyone knew it. "Akuma just need someone in despair these days. Push someone deep enough and the packs will come and feed on them. You still have to form the initial body with a soul willingly bound by a loved one's cry. But the rest is just another cultivating enough despairing souls to power the Dark Matter engines."

The engines that whined like jet engines and spun on the tortured souls. Not. That he really cared about the souls. No, he wasn't the love-everyone Allison Walker with wings of flame and blade of mercy. Not his shtick.

"In this life, Allen was reborn as a girl. She used to be a boy named Allen, while now is a twenty two year old woman named Allison. Both have the same last name but hers is a bloodline thing."