ʟᴜɴᴀʀɪꜱ

𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚

Blood trickled down his head as he walked past the fields of blush-colored flowers. His arm clutched his side where a sharp object had impaled him. Anyone else would've been crying out in pain, but the boy remained unphased and had an expressionless face.

It didn't matter if he got hurt, he got the job done. That was all that mattered.

He did the job, and he did it successfully without shaming the family name.

His small injuries didn't matter, as long as he kept pressure on the wounded area, the stab would eventually heal. If his brothers had done the job instead, they would've done it without getting hurt.

He truly is a lost cause. Such a useless child, who couldn't even get an assassination done without injuring himself. This must be why his mother and father didn't love him. He doesn't even have a useful Nen ability.

Maybe his father would be proud of him if his Nen was more impressive. Maybe for the first time in his life he would receive affection. But that was highly unlikely.

The sound of flapping wings cut through the air above, making him look up. It was Milluki's bird, it had a note tied to its leg. Probably a kill confirmation letter from his father. The person he'd assassinated was both a problem to the client and his family, so it was important that the job went well.

He held out his arm so the bird could land on it. Once the sound of the bird's wings slicing through the air ceased, he carefully unknotted the letter that was tied to the bird's leg and opened it up.

It read,

Allen, I expect that you've finished the job successfully. There isn't any need for you to stay at that place since the mission is done. Take the first flight home.

He neatly folded the paper up and hid it in his furisode. The bird flew away as soon as he finished reading the letter, flying back home to Milluki.

As he was preparing to leave, a ringing noise echoed in his head. This made him halt as a sudden dizziness engulfed his body.

What was going on?

No poisons should've been able to infect him like this. He wouldn't brag, but he had one of the highest poison tolerances in his family, even better than Killua's!

Ahh....My dear beloveds

That broken spirit of your's knows no kindness

They do not deserve you

What was that sound, was someone there with him? There's no way he wouldn't have been able to detect it, he had a large En radius, and he would've picked it up with his heightened senses no matter how good the other's Zetsu was.

For you are lovely and noble flower of evil

Child of the Moon and descendant of the stars

What is it saying? Is the voice calling him a 'flower of evil?' He turned around in all directions, trying to find out where it was coming from. He wasn't a 'child of the moon,' he was a child of the Zoldycks, of his mother.

Truly, you are the most beautiful of all

Those who are guided by the Dark Mirror

He couldn't find the origin of the voice. Who was talking to him?

As long as your heart desires

Take the hand that appears in the mirror

As did the moonlings before you

The faint image of a mirror started to materialize in front of him. This alerted him as he prepared for what seemed to be a battle.

Though he could not sense any malicious intent coming from the mirror.

A hand seemed to reach out from the mirror, as though it wanted him to grab onto it. Oddly, he felt allured by the hand. Like he was under a spell that he couldn't break out of, a lull, that guided him to the mirror, urging him to grab onto the hand.

For me. For them. For you.

Its voice seemed comforting to him. Like the soft lullabies his mother used to sing for him when he was still human, when he was a child. But he is not a child any longer, he is an evil creature, an assassin that doesn't deserve to live. A monster.

No matter what,

Never let go of my hand.

And we'll never let go of yours, unlike them.

Though he'd never met this mirror or the voice before, he found himself compelled to obey it. He didn't want to let go of its hand, ever.

He gradually moved closer and closer until his own hand gripped onto that of the mirror, though his hand was significantly smaller than the mirror's.

With heavy eyes, he lost consciousness and fell into the grasps of the mirror.

You are safe now children

In the hands of I

No safer place will exist

A watchful eye will be kept on you and the other

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