The Spider in Savior's Clothing-Kuroro Lucifer
Volume One: Adjusting
Chapter 1: The Possibilities of This is…
"Shal, I need you to look up some information," A deep melodic voice escaped the receiver of a phone.
"Danchou!" Shalnark exclaimed. He turned his attention away from the computer screen and asked "what information do you need?"
"I need everything on the Ruins of Natsuenoda." a man spoke into a phone, sitting in the corner of what appeared to be a library, his face hidden in the shadows of the bookshelves. He held an ancient manuscript in his hands, tilting his head to secure the phone.
"Natsuenoda? But, Danchou, no one has ever returned from there!" Shalnark exclaimed as he quickly hacked his way into the Hunter database. "It's classified as a level SSS+ by the Hunters Association…"
"Well," the man chuckled, "I do need some challenge after recovering my nen, and I have my eyes on something that might be there."
"…" Shalnark went quiet, his eyebrows knotted in concern "I'm sending the information to you right now… But don't take Uvogin and Pakun…"
"Thanks Shal," The man said softly as he hung up before Shalnark could finish. He looked at the manuscript again as he stood up and walked out of the shadows. He set the manuscript down on the table, his fingers tracing the lyrical and cryptic written in an ancient language that was long forgotten. The sun shone through the tinted windows, casting a pale glow on his face as the reverse cross shone with an ominous red light and a single tear rolled down his face.
"Beep… Beep…" The sound of the phone broke his trance, he grabbed the phone and a light smile danced on his lips as he read through the information he requested moments before. He turned around, his earrings gleam a brilliant blue as he walked out of this bloody study. He walked calmly over the bodies, disturbing the small pools of blood that had gathered as they tainted the hems of his pants. His phone lay on the floor of the study, having completed its final task, and where the manuscript used to be, a thin layer of dust now reside.
"I'm off to acquire a treasure, if I don't come back, Shal'll be the new Danchou. Find someone to replace me, remember, it's not a matter of life and death. It doesn't matter if the head is deceased as long as there is a successor. Don't put my life first; I am also part of the Troupe. Itisnotaboutthesurvivaloftheself,itisaboutthesurvivaloftheTroupe" The dying screen of his cell phone read.
Kuroro stood calmly in front of a palace; the passage of time did not seem to have affected it. "A deceased's nen eh…" He said out loud, but there was no one who would be able to hear the last words of the notorious leader of the Phantom Troupe as he stepped into the palace, never to been seen again.
-OOO-
The doors closed as Kuroro stepped into the Natsuenodaian Palace. He marvelled at their intricate art works as he dodged the traps that dotted his path. The long dwindling passage seemed to go on forever, but Kuroro knew that he was getting closer and closer to the center of this mysterious ruin as the traps became more and more dangerous. He looked at himself, he had abandoned his signature jacket a while ago, and now it seemed that his white dress shirt faced the same fate, torn and stained by the monsters that he had faced. Suddenly, a golden door came into view. He looked around for any potential dangers, but was rest reassured when one of his stolen nen ability revealed to him that no potential danger was around. He walked slowly towards the door, throwing off his tattered shirt as he marched in.
"Welcome to my domain… My final sacrifice." A dry, raspy voice croaked, echoing through this room as the door slammed shut behind Kuroro. Kuroro looked around the room, it was set up as an altar, and bodies were disassembled and placed strategically to form levels from the ground, stopping short of thirteen where a single chair stood, stained with blood that seemed to have been drained from the bodies. "You, have the honour of decorating my throne, and giving it final touches with you red, still warm blood." The voice croaked again, a tinge of craziness seeping into it. "I have waited thousands of years for this, and finally, my millionth sacrifice!"
"Sorry, I have no intention of dying here, " Kuroro chuckled as he flipped through his book, "but I am interested in that pendent that you seem to own, it would be a great collection." He attacked a head hiding amongst the third layer of limbs, encasing the head in a glistering chunk of ice.
"How dareyou attack my safe-keep!" The voice, enraged screamed, "But unfortunately you do not know enough about me, you think I would only create one now did you…" the voice suddenly changed tone, letting out an evil crackle that echoed throughout the room. "Or perhaps you found the bait I left out years ago about that necklace… HEHEH-" the voice could not suppress a laugh as he gloated, but was cut short as he saw what Kuroro held in his hand. The attack on the head was simply a diversion as Kuroro now held the main safe-keep of the voice as well as the mystic necklace in his hand.
"But it works does it not?" Kuroro asked; a benevolent smile on his face.
" Ke-I don't know what it does, I made everything up. I found that thing centuries ago in a ruin. I don't know what it d-" the voice was cut short by Kuroro, his face still emotionless, as he crushed the safe-keeps. Killing whomever this voice belonged to, but not soon enough, for with its dying strength, the voiced launched its own attack. Destroying this room and what was known as the Natsuenodaian palace. As the famous ruin came crushing down, the blood stained reverse crucifix clasped in Kuroro's hand, almost identical to the mark upon Kuroro's forehead, sparkled.
-OOO-
"Don't worry Harry" Lily whispered as she picked up a sleeping baby from the crib. She held on to him and planted a soft kiss on his forehead. Down below she could hear the sounds of chattering glass and china as James tired to hold back Voldemort. Her eyes scanned the room, trying to find the invisibility cloak that would hide Harry for sure, but suddenly remembered that professor Dumbledore had borrowed it days ago. She cursed him under her breath despite the love and admiration she had for the professor.
"Lily, hurry_" James' voice was cut short. The winner of the battle was clear. Lily's face paled as the fact reached her head – James is dead. She clutched on to her baby tighter, waking him. She looked down into Harry's deep green eyes and calmed down. She took out her wand, and waved it over Harry, chanting in a mysterious language under her breath. Her eyebrows knotted in concentration as sweat rolled down her face. She could hear the creaking of the wood as Voldemort walked up the stairs. She never understood why professor Dumbledore had insisted that they stay in their own home instead of returning to the Potter Manor, after all, if they had opened up all of the defence wards and locked up the manor, no one would have been able to find them, never less entering the manor. She bit her lips as she remembered professor Dumbledore supporting the secret switch of Secret-Keeper, and a horrifying thought occurred to her. What if, what if professor Dumbledore had planned all this out... she shook despite herself as he finished the spell that the professor had taught her. Just in case he had said, but she knew better to believe that now. She clutched on to her little Harry. She was ready for her fate, but her little Harry is going to be left all alone in this world. Sadness filled her mind as the door creaked open and two rays of green light hit her and Harry. Harry...
-OOO-
Kuroro was woken by an unfamiliar presence; he tried to use en to determine who was approaching when he suddenly realized that he had lost all of his nen, again. His eyes shot open as he looked around at the unfamiliar setting. He raised his hands to this face and realized that he had somehow shrunk. He closed his eyes, trying to take in all that that has happened and make sense of it. Just then he heard the doors slam open as someone raced softly yet swiftly across the room. He felt two hands reaching down and picking him up. The hands brought him close to a warm female body. He relaxed his body a little, knowing that this presence had no intention of attacking him. He heard the women whisper something in an unknown language as she planted a soft kiss on his forehead. He was tempted to reach up and feel his forehead. The kiss was full of love. He had never been given such a soft and loving kiss. The woman held on to him as she rushed about the room. She seemed to be trying to find something, but the stopped and muttered something under her breath. She tightened her hold on him as sounds of a battle traveled up to them. Then amidst sounds of chatter glassing and china, a shout reached them. The voice belonged to a middle-aged man but was cut short and ended on what seemed to be the middle of a word. He's dead. Kuroro thought, whoever he was.
The woman clutched on to him tighter as if he was the only person left in the world. Kuroro opened his eyes and looked up, meeting the woman's brilliant green eyes. He could see his reflection in her eyes. He was—not himself. He had a head of black curly hair, unruly. His raven locks rand down his forehead, almost covering his eyes, his green eyes! The woman, no his mother took a deep breath, trying to calmed down as she pulled out a wooden stick. She waved it in a mystic pattern while muttering in a language different from what she and the man had been speaking in as a lulling blue light escaped out of one end of the stick. The light gathered into a blue haze, forming itself into what seemed like a shield, yet somehow different. Kuroro tensed as the blue haze shimmered and disappeared into his body. He looked up as his mother who seemed to sigh out of relief. She quickly picked him up and turned to face the door, waiting for the person who had been climbing up the stairs for a while now. Then just as the doors burst open two rays of green lights charged in hitting the two of them. Kuroro saw his mother collapse to the ground, her eyes were glassy clear. She's dead. He then saw the subsequent light hit him, unable to take control of his infant body he had no choice but to let the green light hit him. He was ready to accept his death. Just then, the blue shield appeared from within his body, causing the green ray to bounce back. A gruelling scream came from the doorway as kuroro felt a searing pain on his foehead. His mind went blank as the house he was crumbed into pieces and caught on fire but miraculously missing him as they fell.
-OOO-
Kuroro woke up again, he had no idea how much time has passed since the attack. His body shook from the cold as the pain he felt on his forehead. He looked around him, seeing nothing but charred wood. He rolled on to his stomach, attempting to get up, but his limbs were too weak. He crawled over, his little hands grabbing on to the charred wooden as he tried to dig his mother up. Just then a shout ran out. He turned to see a man run up towards him. The man was good looking and had a head of long black hair. The man threw off his jacket and wrapped it around Kuroro.
"Harry—I – I'm so sorry" Sirius couldn't suppress a sob as he picked his godson up. He held the baby against his body as he dug around the wreckage. He let out an enraged scream as he uncovered Lily and James's cold body. "I'm going to kill you Peter Pettigrew! I will make you pay for selling Lily and James out" He raced away, casting a sad look towards his godson as he promised that he would be back soon.
Kuroro simply watched as he made a note to find out what they had said. He closed his eyes and marvelled at the amount of people who loved him. Mother—a word he had never knew, and that man, he thought as he huddled into the warm jacket. He closed his eyes, trying to reserve his energy as a wave of tiredness washed over him.
A loud crack jolted Kuroro awake from his trance-like state. He opened his eyes and watched quietly as an old man appears from thin air. He eyes filled with greediness, Iwantthatpower, he thought to himself. Kuroro's eyes followed the man intently, watching him as he dug through the charred wood and surveyed the area. The man seemed to be in his fifties or sixties and sported a head full of whiting hair. Kuroro's eyes moved down as he cringed when saw the man's clothing. The man was clad in a colourful mix-mash of stars and moons completed with a pointy wizard hat in an entirely different colour. They looked ridiculous, even Uvogin's clothing… Kuroro's thoughts stopped as memories of his dead comrade filled his mind. It is true that the rules of the Troup state that in order to enter the Genei Ryodan, you must kill one of its current members, but Uvogin and Pakunoda were like family. They had been with the Ryodan since the very beginning… Rest in peace Kuroro finally thought as he looked up at the starry night, the Ryodan has avenged your death, and I have learned a lesson too… His eyes welled up with tears as he sighed for one last time and buried the memories of his dead comrades in the depth of his mind.
-OOO-
Dumbledore apparated in the Potter's home in Godric's hollow, he was sure that his little plan has succeeded, but he needs to check just in case. Lily is, after all, one of the brightest students he had the pleasure of teaching. But she is an uncertainty. She does not follow him mindlessly and trust him with all her heart. That's the problem with mud-bloods; he thought to himself, they are impossible to control, so slytherin-like, no, they are even worse. They were so full of all the negative emotions: jealousy, desire and fear for unknown things. Always suspecting others and thinking the worst of others, but now is not the time to think of such things, I have more important matters to attend to. Dumbledore shook his mind clear as he scanned the burnt down house. He breathed a sigh of relief as he walked around the perimeter of the house, surveying the damage. He stopped as he came upon the corpses of his dead students. He bent down, checking their vitals. He relaxed visibly as he confirmed that they were dead. He then dropped the bodies, looking disgusted as he turned away. He was about to apparate away when then the sight of a little bundle caught his eyes. He trotted up towards the bundle and picked it up, realizing that this was the little Harry Potter.
"You should thank me; you are going to be famous…" He chuckled as he looked down at the little baby. He fingered the coat that was wrapped around Harry, realizing whom this had belonged to; he removed it, all the while talking out loud. "We can't have this now can we, I need Sirius to go to Azkaban" He shook his head as he continued, destroying the jacket with a wave of his wand and looked down into the piercing green eyes of Harry Potter. "Green eyes, yes… I could use that to control Severus…" He spoke mindlessly as his hands reached up, brushing away Harry's bangs revealing a reversed cross. He frowned, "That wouldn't do… But everything has already been set in motion… I'm going to have to find a way to spin this... Perhaps bring out what the Church had done to us… No...It would stir up too much unrest… hmm, I really need to think on this one" He set Harry down roughly as he apparated away as the low rumbling of a motorcycle engine approached.