Killua got transported to My Hero Academia, but didn't get the chance to be a hero. The real world is not a place where Heros or Villains exist. It's a world full of sadness and unfairness, the people just decide how they handle with it. That's what Killua does. Hope you enjoy this fanfic!(: WARNING: Sorry if my English is bad Bad written story it gets better I think. The pictures I am using are all not mine! I probably won't continue it, sorry!

Dante Alighieri. The name of a man who trekked through Hell and back. It was not his name, but he felt the meaning behind it fit his current situation. He found the name in a book while trekking through Byrgenwerth, and so, he started calling himself as such. He does not where he comes from. He does not know who he was before this. All he remembers is the unending Nightmare and hell he woke up to. But then it suddenly all ended. With the death of the Moon Presence, Dante finds himself in a world of color, of life. But when the nightmares of his old world follow him, he will take on the mantle of Hunter. And a Hunter must hunt. Above all else, a Hunter. Must. Hunt. -- Shrouded by night, but with steady stride Coloured by blood, but always clear of mind Proud Hunter of the Church Beasts area curse and a curse is a shackle Only ye are the true blade of the Church -- I don't watch enough RWBY. Speaking of RWBY, the show does not belong to me. Neither does Bloodborne. -- #1 bloodborne (01.28.2022)