Shadowed Prelude: A Fateful Encounter [Phantom Troupe x Reader]

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 7

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All my planning was futile. All my training was useless. Despite my best efforts, they still managed to find me.

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The Phantom Troupe had just finished massacring the entire auction audience and hauling away its treasuries. Chrollo, along with his two right hand women, Machi and Shizuku, were walking past the bodies of several decapitated heads. The bloodshed was unnecessary, sure, but boy was it exhilarating to the Troupe as most of them were apathetic, and only felt a sense of pleasure when they brought bloodshed to civilians.

Just an alley away, not even out of the troupe's range, the hushed voices of excited men filled the chilly air.

"Hey man! Heard that the Troupe has their soulmate mark now eh? Haha, we should go hunt for this woman Y/N L/N in case she is actually their destined pair. If we kill her, we will not only earn a huge sum of money, but we also stop the Troupe! They're such a nuisance!!!" as the hearty laughter and whispers permeated through the air and registered into the minds of the troupe members, chaos brewed, covering the chilly night like a warm blanket. Oh the irony. The cold killers' auras spread like wildfire, before Chrollo halted their movements, and their aura tucked away into their inconspicuous shadows once more.

"Wait. I want to hear what these Soulmate Bounty Hunters know about Y/N. Stand down and don't make a move till I say so," the leader of the troupe calmly commanded.

"Eiya, did 'ya know that she's a smart cookie? I heard from the examiner that took over the girl's hunter exam that she was a top notch candidate for being chosen as one of the Intellectual Zodiacs. The knowledge she possessed is phenomenal, he said! Though I think she seemed like a bumbling fool, I don't see what the others are so interested about. To me, she isn't even that beautiful, merely a toy I could probably use if I sway her with the right words" the same haughty man uttered to his companion.

As if the words were the trigger to a gun, the gossiping man halted, his companion rooted in place. Chrollo's hand opened, silently giving his permission for his members to attack the men.

RIP! SQUELCH! THUNK!

The horrifying sounds of a man's flesh being torn open accompanied by the maniacal laughter of none other than Phinks hit the air.

"Hoho? A little weakling I see, you little, pathetic, whining bastard. How about you look me in the eye and tell me all about this 'Y/N' girl you were talking about just now huh?" Phinks threatened, winding up his arm an additional two times to enhance the power for his punch.

"Not gonna answer huh you scaredy-cat? Alright then, I'll just bash your skull in and smash your brain to smithereens then you asshole!!" Lunging at the man, Phinks' fist smashed into the man's trembling face, crushing his brain, being drenched in the blood soon after. Looking up from his first victim, he eyed the other man, who was cowering behind a pillar staring unblinkingly into the eyes of their leader; Chrollo Lucilfer.

Chrollo Lucilfer. A beautiful man with long, black hair and a typically calm demeanour. Adorning orb shaped emerald earrings and a cross-shaped tattoo on his forehead, highlighting the ethereal beauty of this charismatic man. He was clad in a formal suit this evening, and his eyes reflected nothing short of manipulation and intelligence. His aura exuding dominance and authority to those who witness its eerie glow.