Another Zoldyck

Rebirth

The world was boring to Amon. Well, it wasn't that boring, but there were times he felt empty, meaningless, depressed. Books filled that emptiness and healed that depression quite a bit... friends and family helped as well, but that's not the focus right now. Fantasy novels, slice of life novels, Chinese cultivation novels, manga... the color they brought into his life was delicious.

Too much maybe. So much, that it messed his life up. Dropping grades and worsening health, even Amon himself knew, that if he continued, the outcome would not be ideal. What could he do though, the stories were too good, and yeah hanging with friends was fun, but reading *insert mc name* defeat the *insert baddy* was more fun. 

To overcome this major tribulation, Amon could only turn to his parents. Lots of courage was needed to ask them to confiscate his reading devices and books.

Banning reading entirely, may have been bad on hindsight. But it worked... kinda. After around three years of no webnovels and books, he had achieved the results he wanted. His social life and health were also very stable. Now Amon could start reading again, he was more mature now, he wouldn't be addicted to reading, the world did not revolve around reading for him anymore. Reading was purely a hobby.

It felt good, free, being part of the world.

But alas, good time don't last long. The day he graduated, he died.

It was manslaughter, the target was not him. A police shootout had occurred, but proper evacuation procedures had not occurred. Amon didn't know who had killed him and why, the only thing he remembered before his death, screaming, shouting and the shocked look of people's faces.

It saddened him, the life he had worked so hard to fix, the sacrifices he'd made, and all the various relationships he'd formed. All came to an abrupt end.

Now, he was just enveloped in darkness. This darkness though, it felt strangely comfortable. A tight snug fit, and even though he couldn't see anything. He instinctively knew that this was a safe place. He had no concept of time right now, a millennia could have passed already, or maybe time was frozen entirely. It didn't matter though, his journey had probably come to an end.

'This is death huh.' Amon thought to himself, 'It isn't too bad after all, this kinda feels nice actually...'

'What now...' He thought. As his thoughts wondered off to other topics, Amon couldn't help but be scared. Even though he felt comfortable, how long would this last, how long would he have to be like this. Wrapped in a blanket of darkness, a darkness that seemed to be cold, but couldn't be more comforting. 'Will this end?'

'Or...haha, I might even be reincarnated!' Amon joked. '*yawn* The f*ck, why am I yawning?' were the last thoughts Amon had before he went into a deep slumber that would last around 9 months.

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"Congratulation's mistress, you now have two more sons." An elderly voice spoke out, over the cries of a baby. The owner of this voice, was wearing a butler outfit, she had a bulky frame. Her face was old and weathered, and a monocle adorned her eye. She was cradling a baby in each arm.

"Let me carry my boys, Tsubone." An exhausted yet elegant voice spoke. Laying on a large 4 poster bed, with deep black hair that was styled into a tall bun, smooth features with pale white skin. Her eyes... were eerily black, like an abyss of darkness. A wide smile adorned her face as she observed her children being handed to her.

"Tsubone, bring Silva in." She ordered, once she had the crying children in her arms.

After a nod and a bow, Tsubone retreated into the far side of the room, where the door was located. After leaving, she soon returned with another figure.

Tall and muscular, deep blue cat-like eyes, long silver-blond hair and a relaxed stride. Silva Zoldyck walked into the room with serious face. However, that soon changed to a look of surprise upon seeing the twins.

Kikyo, noticing his look, handed the black haired baby to him, while holding the silver haired one, close to herself.

"He will be named Amon." Silva said, while staring deeply at Amon's blue eyes. Amon who had stopped crying after being handed to Kikyo, soon started to cry again.
Silva flustered, quickly, handed Amon back to Kikyo. "And this is Killua!" Kikyo spoke.

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