Title: Lucifer

Genre: Drama/Angst/Romance

Rating: M

Pairing: Yullen

Summary: (Previously The Black Assassin) He could never forget that pair of sadistic yet bewitching eyes fixated onto him, his intoxicating body scent lingering around him as his cold, fluttery fingertips slowly left a bloody trail down his chest on purpose. And the worse was, he wanted more. Yullen. Rated M for heavy violence, gore

Chapter 1: Death Reaper

"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illnesses and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, or tarnishings."―Anai Nin

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The lightning flashed fiercely in the darkness. It was an extremely windy night, with the piercing screeches of the crows flying off from the swaying trees. The moon was hanging alone in the dark sky, illuminating a strange yet eerie colour of red, as though it was bleeding itself.

"N-No..."

The wooden floor creaked softly as footsteps echoed in the silent surrounding, approaching a room. Soft, watery drips could be seen falling onto the floor from the edge of the blade, forming a dark red trail of blood on the floor. Soft, raspy gasps were heard in the room, and as it travelled to the far end of the room, the sounds stopped with a loud thud.

"P-Please...don't...don't..."

Soft pleads rang softly through the air. The wind howled loudly and more furiously, causing the door to close with a thunderous slam. That pair of beautiful sapphire eyes were unmoving, staring intensely at the shadow on the floor who had nowhere to run.

"Please...please, I beg you! Please don't kill me! I have done a lot of things for him! What...what did I do to deserve this? He cannot do this to me! He can't!"

He could see droplets of sweat rolling down his forehead and the fear reflected in his eyes. The human still dared to ask for more when he already knew that his end was near. Even if it was already over for them, humans never failed to use that kind of disgusting and pitiful faces to beg for more chances and cling on to their worthless lives.

"I am only acting upon his orders."

His eyes widened, before it turned white. There were a series of deep slashes and splatters of blood spilling out as gurgling screams rang throughout the whole apartment, before the whole place became deadly silent. The empty body slowly slumped down onto the floor with dark, crimson blood decorating the white walls and on the pure white marble floor. He just stared at it for a moment, his eyes blank and unfeeling at what he had done. His tongue slipped out, slowly licking away the blood at his lips, before he turned and strode out of the room.

He did not care anyway. It was his mission, and having to see how desperate they were before their deaths was more than enough to make his day.

The black figure smirked, and as his tongue slipped out to lick the corner of his curved lips, his shadow disappeared into the darkest streets.

"God, I'm going to be late again!" Allen screamed at the top of his voice as he grabbed his checkered shirt and wore it hurriedly, his legs busily taking off his sleeping pants at the same time. The silver-haired teen gasped as his foot slipped and he almost crashed onto the floor. Luckily, his pants came off rather easily and he proceeded wearing his jeans, his eyes gazing at his desk to make sure that he had brought all the stuffs he needed for school.

His phone vibrated on his desk, and he reached forward to grab it, picking it up.

"Hello?"

"Allen! Where in the fucking world are you!"

Allen winced at the piercing voice, holding his phone away from his ear as he wished that Lenalee would not scream at him early in the morning, though he knew why she did that, and he was apologetic for that as well.

"Sorry Lenalee, but I'm now rushing out of the house! I see you later?"

"Do you know what time is it, Allen? You only have around fifteen minutes to get your ass here in lecture hall!"

He stared at his watch and cursed. This was his first time he was going to be so late for his classes, and he just remembered that he hadn't finished his Mathematics homework which had to be handed in later. But it wasn't the time to think of it. The silver-haired teen took his sling bag and ran to the main door. Slipping his feet into his converse shoes, he opened the door and went out, slamming the door behind him and locked it.

"I know, I know! I have to catch a bus, so I talk to you later?" Allen ended the call before Lenalee could scream another string of endless lectures to him. He sprinted towards the bus stop, only to find large crowds of people ranging from students like him to working adults, waiting for only two buses available at his neighbourhood. The silver-haired teen groaned as he looked across the road, seeing no bus approaching. He stared at his watch again, his eyes almost popping out of his eye sockets when he realised that he had only ten minutes to rush to school.

"Argh, there is no other choice! I have to run there!" Allen muttered. He tilted his neck as he cracked his knuckles, exercising his legs and limbs for a moment. He then turned and started to run towards his destination. He turned and dodged people along his way, turning to an alley which was actually one of the shortcuts to his college. Seeing a parked motorcycle in sight, a grin slowly appeared on his face as he leaped and stepped on the seat, before he took another higher leap and landed lightly on the top of the bricked walls, turning back to see a big and obvious dusty footprint on the black leather seat.

"Sorry," He apologised softly. Allen began running on the extremely limited space of the wall at top speed, reaching the other end of the street within seconds. He peered at his watch, seeing that he had eight minutes left.

More than enough. He thought to himself, leaping down onto the ground, surprising some passersby as they walked on the streets. Not caring how people reacted to his bizarre actions, Allen sprinted along the long stretch of road covering at least a few metres which would eventually reach to his school. He brushed through groups of people against his way with ease, jumping over a cart filled with card boards and newspaper that an old lady was slowly pushing.

"Getting closer...woah!" Allen gasped as he stumbled back in his steps, seeing a taxi coming his way. His left knee bent a little at a certain angle, before he took a great leap and landed at the engine of the car as it skidded to a sudden halt. He could see a slight dent at where he was stepping. The driver and his passenger stared at him with wide eyes, speechless.

"I'm really sorry!" Allen shouted as he got off and continued his way. Seeing his school within a few steps away, the silver-haired teen used all his strength he had and sprinted to the black gates, sticking his foot out before his friend closed the gates. The guy slowly looked up and frowned at him. Allen just laughed sheepishly and glanced at him with pleading eyes.

"You are late again, Allen Walker!"

"I'm sorry, Timothy! Might letting me pass?" He slapped his hands together and pleaded. Timothy just stared at him for a while, before he sighed and opened the gates for him to walk through.

"Geez, I'm really defeated by you. No one can believe that this person who always comes late for class is none other than the vice-president of the Student Council," He said with frown.

"So does that mean I have the privilege then?" Allen asked jokingly with a smile. Next, a dark glare was shot right back at him. The silver-haired teen turned around and looked elsewhere instead, pretending that nothing had happened. The two teenagers hurried to the lecture hall, where the lecture would begin any time.

"ALLEN WALKER!" Allen winced at the roar of the olive-haired girl who was beyond furious. Everyone just shot glances at him, not able to help him this time. The silver-haired teen just gave an apologetic look to her, not knowing what to say. Timothy just sighed and shook his head as he took the seat beside him, choosing not to get himself involved in this hopeless situation.

"I'm...sorry for being late, Lenalee. I..."

He could see smoke literally coming out of her nostrils. Allen gulped, not wanting to face the wrath of her which would end up disastrous. Everyone leaned further away from the two of them, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire. He closed his eyes, waiting for the 'punishment' that was going to descend onto him.

"Never mind."

Allen frowned for a moment, before he opened his eyes and saw her sitting down calmly on the seat. Everyone was gaping in horror at the sudden change of behaviour, and Allen just stood there, completely stunned by what he was currently experiencing. It was extremely rare that Lenalee would do nothing over this type of situation. Seeing that the danger zone was finally cleared, the silver-haired teen chose to sit down, taking out his notes from his bag and placing them on the table. He apologised to Lenalee silently for not able to explain to her.

Ever since his uncle, Mana, passed away about three months ago, his relatives...well, not really his relatives but people related to Mana took all of his possessions and money away, leaving him with nothing. Of course, he did not have the right to take any of Mana's inheritance, since he wasn't his related child at all. It was said that he was picked up by the streets, though it was only an assumption. He could not remember his past way back before he was with Mana.

Luckily, he still had a small apartment to live in. Everything had been paid, and the related documents were locked somewhere in the apartment, out of their reach. In order to survive, he had to take up part-time jobs to earn income for himself. Every day he always worked till late in the night, and he still had to finish up his homework when he got home as well, which explained why he was always late for school. However, he did not want his friends to worry for him, thus he did not tell the real reason to them.

The hall slowly quietened down, and as the door opened, a man, or rather, an extreme young and stunning man with bright red auburn hair stepped inside and walked to the centre of the platform. The whole place was so silent that he could hear his footsteps very clearly. His eyes followed his trail of walking, watching every movement of his as he reached the large desk. He put down the reading materials, his fingers flicking his hair strands behind his shoulders, his other hand brushing his long fringe to the left side. He looked down and took a deep breath, before he looked at them and presented the most dazzling smile he had ever seen in his whole life.

"Good morning, everyone."

It was like a wake up morning call. Loud squeals and screams from the girls echoed throughout the whole lecture hall. Allen winced and covered his ears to block out the piercing sounds, continuing to stare at this red-haired stranger who was going to be his new lecturer. He couldn't believe that someone like him who was of similar age to them was here as their lecturer! He couldn't deny the charismatic aura he got from him, and he was rather good-looking as well. The girls in campus were probably going to switch their next idol to him. Not that he cared about this anyway.

"It is so nice to meet all of you today. I would be the new lecturer for this module." With that said, another grin of his sent at least hundreds of girls down to the ground. He and his other friends sighed and shook their heads.

"There is no coincidences in this world. Everything that happens now is evitable."

Silver eyes widened when his gaze met his, as though that sentence was only meant for him to hear.

But he shifted his gaze elsewhere about seconds later. Allen just blinked in bewilderment.

"Thus, I think that it is fated that I will be here to teach all of you."

Another series of screams rang through the air, but he wasn't listening to any of it. His mind was switched off, and all he could think of at this moment, were the words that he said just now, repeating in his head.

And suddenly, something within him was triggered, so strong that his heart pounded hardly on his chest. Allen froze, his eyes went wide in shock. He looked up again, and this time, the new lecturer was staring directly at him, a faint smile on his face.

"Allen!"

Allen turned at the sudden voice, seeing Lenalee staring at him.

"What are you spacing out for?" She asked.

"Don't tell me that you are...attracted to that teacher?" One of his friend, Chouji, asked back with a smirk on his face. His face reddened at that comment.

"N-No, it's not like that!" Allen sputtered in embarrassment. As the silver-haired teen turned back to the front again, the teacher was no longer staring at him and was proceeding to the starting of the lecture. He frowned slightly, wondering what he felt just now was just an imagination of his. He raised an eyebrow for a moment, before he shook his head and picked up his pen to write down the notes.

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"This teacher...uh...what is his name again..."

"Lavi sensei."

"Oh yes, Lavi sensei. His way of teaching is rather good. I can understand most of the information from the chapter just by two hours of lecture today," Krory said, flipping the notes as he scanned through his hand-written notes. Allen agreed to that as well. The previous lecturer was basically following the notes and rushing through the chapter without explaining the elements, but this new lecturer explained everything in clear words and phrases which were easy to understand.

"Well, I can understand better if those girls could just shut their mouths up and stop drooling over that new sensei!" Timothy shouted loudly, earning some glares from a few girls standing closest to them. He chuckled, knowing that his friend was saying that on purpose. Allen followed his friends down the stairs, deep in his thoughts. It was true that the new lecturer had stunning features. Even he, as a guy, was slightly attracted to him.

"Allen."

Silver eyes slowly widened. He turned and saw his new lecturer standing just right in front of him.

Just how did he know his name?

"Be careful."

"Wh-What?" Allen asked, slightly confused. Lavi smiled and walked towards him.

"Soon, the two of you will meet." He whispered.

His eyes widened, and before he could ask what this was all about, Lavi had exited from the other door. Allen blinked, slightly bewildered at his sudden words.

"Allen, are you coming?" Lenalee shouted from the door. He then realised that his friends were waiting for him. The silver-haired teen turned and ran to where they were, walking out of the lecture hall to go to their classroom.

He opened the doors, entering a dimmed hall which was decorated with few candle lights, several portraits on the wall and other insignificant and exquisite ornaments which were just there to beautify the whole place. As the wooden doors slowly closed with a soft yet heavy thud, the raven-haired man began to walk towards the large table situated in the middle of the dining hall.

"Oh, he is finally here."

Faint, wild sniggers echoed loudly throughout the hall. He continued to move, his eyes never leaving the one who was sitting at the far end of the table. Dark, raven strands fluttered slightly to the wind from the air-conditioners located at the corners of the hall. The ceilings were supposed to be wide and broad, but due to the faint lighting, no one knew just how far the ceiling stretched from one end to the other.

He slowly stopped by a chair, facing the group members who were part of the organisation he was working in. Dark sapphire eyes narrowed, and within seconds, he unsheathed his sword and pointed it at a throat belonging to a certain someone who was sneaking behind him just a moment ago.

"Chill, Kanda! It's me, Tyki!" The man wearing a hat let out a nervous laugh and stepped back, thanking God silently that he was a second late before his throat was officially slitted.

"You are so funny, Uncle Tyki!" A child with blue hair who was just sitting beside Kanda was laughing. Tyki made a face, not pleased at her statement.

"Don't scare him like that. And Tyki is only joking, Kanda. Don't be so serious. Now let's sit down and talk about our main business, shall we?" The plump man sitting at the far end of the table spoke out. Kanda shot a cold glare at the tanned man with dark curls, before he redrew his sword and sheathed it back to its hilt, taking a seat beside Rhode. Tyki let out a sigh as he sat beside the raven-haired assassin, playing his curls with his index finger.

"So you really killed that mafia guy? He's extremely strong!" Tyki peered at him and asked in excitement.

"Really, really!" Rhode jumped out, extremely thrilled.

"I heard that that guy has lots of guns and swords and bombs and grenades and..."

"Aren't bombs and grenades the same?" Jasdero asked his other twin in curiosity.

"I...guess they are?" David asked back with a frown. "They caused everything to explode like fireworks! Okay, as I said, that guy has lots of guns and swords and bombs and grenades and he has at least thousands of men working under him-"

"Why does he need so many men around him?" Jasdero asked again, playing with the ragged doll in his arms. His eyebrow twitched in slight irritation at the continuous interruptions to his sentence.

"How should I know! Okay, as I said, that guy has lots of guns and swords and bombs and grenades and he has at least thousands of men working under him-"

"So you are basically asking Kanda how he killed all of them?" Tyki asked.

"Don't say what I want to say, Tyki! I shoot you to death!" David finally screamed in anger as he stood on the chair and pointed a pistol at his forehead. As he pulled the trigger, everyone just blinked as water squirted out instead, wetting the black curls that he had styled up for the whole morning.

"What, it's just a toy gun, David," Tyki sighed, tidying up his fringe. Rhode and Jasdero were howling in laughter, laughing so hardly that they fell off their chairs onto the ground, still rolling in their stomach in laughter. Even the Earl was chuckling at amusement. The other twin was blushing darkly in anger and embarrassment as he threw away the malfunctioning toy gun which was still squirting out water and screaming some incoherent words which no one could understand.

"I must have my real gun replaced!" David retorted in defiant.

Kanda was silent.

"Okay everyone, it's time to start our main discussion for tonight." The serious tone and his gaze said that he meant it, and everyone was silent within minutes. Rhode and Jasdero had returned back to their respective seats, their eyes looking at the Earl who was going to start the main discussion for the meeting.

"As all of you know, an infinite amount of time has passed, and it is time to continue with the unfinished prophecy."

Blue eyes slowly turned into golden ones as she stared at him. "You found him?"

"Yes. It is currently shallow, but he is definitely recovering. He must be killed before that happens."

Tyki peered at the plump man with a frown, deep in his thoughts.

"Kanda, this is your next assignment. Find this boy, and kill him." The Earl threw a document across the table. Kanda reached out and retrieved it, staring at the information and the photo which was clipped at the corner of the papers.

"Take out his left eye after you kill him," The Earl said.

"This...might be the best show I will ever witnessed," Rhode smiled, licking her lips in growing excitement.

"Need my help, shounen?" Tyki stretched out his hand, only to be slapped away by the other as Kanda grabbed his sword and stood up, walking out of the hall.

"Uncle Tyki got rejected. How sad," Rhode pouted in sadness. Tyki just sighed as he took out his book and began to read it.

It was a long day again and Allen had just reached home from work. It was currently twelve in the morning. The silver-haired teen was beyond tired as he tossed his shoes off the ground and stepped into the living room, throwing his bag on the couch and slumped onto it, with barely any strength to continue. He groaned loudly at the pain hammering at his head as he turned his whole body around, his eyelids opening halfway as they squinted at the glare of the lights. He placed his hand on his forehead as he shook his head, reminding himself that he had no time lazing around. He had exactly six hours before the next day of school, and there were homework to finish.

He stuck his foot out in an attempt to stand, but failed as his whole body tumbled onto the marble floor. Allen grimaced at the soreness from his foot which had accidentally kicked onto one of the legs of the coffee table. The silver-haired teen turned, spotting a small photo frame of him and someone else just beside the television.

"Mana..."

Don't leave me behind! Please...Please!

How many years had it been? That part of his memory was already blurred and unclear. He could no longer recall the exact images, yet those screams just wouldn't stop echoing in his head, reminding him repeatedly of that particular day when he made the worst mistake in his whole life. And yet, no matter how hard he screamed, he could not change anything. Mana was dead, and he was now alone, struggling to cope as though nothing had happened, that everything was just like before.

He had asked himself countless times. Was he meant to exist in this world? He could barely remember his past, and how exactly he made his way till today. Did he even exist? All he knew and understood was that, his only existence was causing pain to everyone he met, and he was slowly losing the ones he held dear. Mana was his most important person, and God just took him away, leaving him bare and completely vulnerable.

Allen stood up properly this time and grabbing his bag, he proceeded upstairs to his room.

Be careful.

His eyes widened slightly at the recollection of the words his lecturer said. Somehow, when he entered his room, he had a slight bad feeling about it. The silver-haired teen looked around his room, his senses in full alert. Allen frowned, wondering whether he was acting a little too paranoid. He put his bag on his chair as he went to his wardrobe to take out a fresh set of clothes, before he went into the washroom for a clean bath.

After about ten minutes, Allen stepped out, his towel hanging loosely at his head. He peered outside the window, his hand busily drying up his wet hair. As he gazed at the night sky more closely, he spotted the moon a little behind the clouds, but what fascinated him slightly, was that the moon had a dirty yellowish colour with a little bit of red glow in it, as though it was bleeding itself.

A gust of wind blew directly at his face out of a sudden, sending his towel down on the floor. Moments later, lightning flashed brightly across the sky, and within seconds, the calm night turned into a raging storm. Dark clouds began to gather, and the wind became stronger and fiercer. Allen ducked slightly at a photo frame which was thrown towards him and crashed onto the floor loudly. The lights in his room flickered for a moment, before it switched off on its own, leaving him standing in total darkness.

Soon, the two of you would meet.

Allen blinked, wondering why he was remembering this now. He looked up at the sky once again.

The moon was now in dark red, illuminating a strange and eerie light which he did not like.

The lightning flashed, showing a foreign shadow casting at the wall momentarily. Allen froze, feeling something cold and sharp touching dangerously at his throat. Silver eyes widened.

He was not alone.

"There is no coincidences in this world. Everything that happens now is evitable."―quoted from xxxHolic. This anime/manga is simply awesome. You all should watch/read it if you haven't done so! :)

Hello! This is the rewritten version of my previous story 'The Black Assassin'. The story content is slightly similar, but with darker themes. The romance between the two main characters will not be obvious, but there will certainly be some twisted kind of love between them in future chapters.

Please review and tell me your opinions on the first chapter! Forgive me if there are spelling and grammar mistakes! :)

~SingingBlues