The Mysterious Voice 《ON HOLD》

Journey To The Other Side (2)

Shiro gulped, sensing the familiar presence at the back of his mind. Knowing the demon want to speak with him, he quickly show the driver a map of where he is as well as the confirm from the hunter who located where he's been found that day.

Mirio looked outside by the mirror, his usual smile is replacing with a frown as he remember the news he watched the other night.

Kota and Eri are crying for their hero who's been taking away by a villain, begging him to save him which he intend to. Despite being quirkless, he have some hand to hand combat as well as few martial arts to defend himself.

He will do his best to save Midoriya.

He lost Nighteye once and he's not going to lose him again.

A childlish giggles can be heard, echoing through his mind. 'You can't save him, it's too late~' the voice humming.

We will see about that.

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As soon as he opened his eyes to the familiar black room, he found himself being kissed fiercely with big and thin hands on his back.

He whimpered, feeling powerless and been scooped up in its arms. He could feel the emotions; excitiment, desire and lust. Excited for beheaded the woman, lust for tasting the blood and desire to feel superior.

"You have done so well," he growled, let the human sit on its lap and run the long fingers over his legs. "I-I've no choice," he murmured, tasting something iron and realized it's blood.

Shiro flinched when the fingers lingering to his hips, closing to his pants. Its just grinned, amusing at the fear shows on his eyes.

"You're amused me," its chuckles darkly. "That's what I like about you, so much fear and so much emotions that ran over you."

Shiro sobbed, shivering and he cannot move when its lean down with a dark grin that will become a nightmare to him.

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He let out a shaky sigh, sweat dripping from his forehead and attempted to focus on something else.

He felt guilty for leaving the children behind but the risk of their lives when their trying to escape is a big red flag. Every children knew what will happen if they tried to do it and those who try were caught but never came back.

Unluckily it's the nearly adults who are trying to take their chance. What's rare, the oldest cannot move with their wills due to the fear they're having.

What's worse, the so called mother have three powerful children who are fascinated and thrill for the chase.

The children who used to be humans and now becoming addicted to her. Now they are like hybrids, half demons from her blood and the adults have becomes playtoys to them.

From what he remember correctly, the first son is - or was - comes from America and born with an unknown emotion disorder. He's acting normal at first but then he starting to act different as if he's someone else.

The second is the daughter and the last is also the daughter. Unfortunately he doesn't have enough information about them that will helped them to fight against the three of them.

He can only pray that the children and others are able to survive... even though it's nearly impossible because she doesn't like them staying in one place for too long.

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A familiar green headed teen is asleep soundly, laying on the table that seems to looked like multiple skulls.

Three figures are hovering over him.

"He's such a cutie," a girly voice can be heard, giggling and lean down to looked closely. "He's the one with the green eyes?"

"Sure looks like it," a mature woman voice said. "Is he going to be our little brother or theirs?"

"Ours," a dark possessive man speaks with black and red eyes. He reaches down to stroke the hair gently, minding the long sharp black nails and dark purple veins. "Mother confirmed it to us and she's never wrong."

"Ooh~ Big brother is being so sweet~!"

"Shut your yapping lousy mouth or I'll rip your lower jaw off and crush your skull," he growls, glaring at the giggling figure.

"Enough both of you," the woman grunts calmly. "Our new sibling will not be tolerate for this such behaviours and I suggest we must welcome him into our open arms."

"You're not my boss sister," the man growls darkly but backed off, still stroking the teen. "But fine and only for Green Eyes."

"Okie dokie~!"

"Just get this little tweet off of my back or I'll crush that body of yours," the figure snarled, scoops the teen in his arms and slide away.

"Are you preparing for the ritual?"

"What else?" The figure strangely shows an affectionate, brush the soft cheek and stares fondly at the face.

"You'll become one of us little brother," the voice is possessive, husky and whisper. "No one in that world will ever have you."