Morals

Twenty-two

Attack Part.4

Bakugou POV

The woman in the white lab coat gathered us into a room. She started to explain everything from the beginning.

"She is from an ancient race of beings who existed before humans. You could say they are akin to gods." She said, clicking a button to a slide show.

"They are called the Nefertiti. Very intelligent and powerful. Spiritual and connected with the earth." She showed us pictures of people who look like Denai, but all of them had different eye colors. Vibrant eye colors.

My jaw clenched. "So what? That doesn't change shit." Denai was still Denai—human or not. But the woman shook her head, clicking to another slide—one that showed a battlefield littered with bodies, all bearing the same mark as the knives that had poisoned her. 

"Idiot boy! She is a part of the Nefertiti royal family...she's the second princess." The words slammed into me. Royalty? Denai? The same girl who'd laughed herself sick when I'd accidentally blown up my own lunch last month? The same one who'd once spent an entire night helping me cram for finals, even though she'd yawned through half of it?

"The 'villains' that came to kill her were assassins sent by her elder sister and mother because Denai's a threat to her throne. She was a pawn who was becoming too independent. Unlike British royalty, Nefertiti's succession is based on merit and skill and not who's born first. Not to mention who ever isn't chosen as a sucessor usually become tools for the Queen to use."

"Wait—assassins?" Kirishima's voice cracked mid-word. The woman nodded, tapping the slide remote again—this time revealing footage of these so-called assassins training. Some of them look no older than ten years old.

"Yes, these assassins are blood moon assassins assigned directly to the queen and king. They start training as early as four." She revealed

The woman's tone sent ice down my spine. Four? That wasn't training—that was fucking conditioning. Kirishima stiffened beside me, his hardening quirk flickering across his knuckles like a reflex. Deku muttered something under his breath—probably some shit about 'quirk evolution' or whatever—but I wasn't listening. My eyes stayed locked on the screen, on the kid in the photo slicing a dummy's throat without blinking. 

"What is this practice for? Why do they do it?" Icy-hot questioned

"To do the royals dirty work. The Queen and King can't be seen killing, so they send in their killers." 

"That doesn't make much sense. If they are so powerful, they should be able to do it themselves." Ponytail interjected.

"As I said, royals do things differently."

She pressed the button on the remote again, and a picture of a young Denai came into view. It was her, a girl a few years older than her, and a woman who could have been her mother. None of them was smiling in the picture.

"This is Denai's family. The woman is her mother, Queen Sarabi. The girl next to her is her elder sister, Princess Amala—the one who sent the assassins. She's hated Denai since the death of their Father, King Alenzor, when Denai was five. I'm sure Denai discussed his death with you." She looked at me.

" Yeah, she did."

"Could you briefly explain?" She asked me