Chapter 1

Lacerated Crimson

Kurapika had not fully grasped the unfortunate predicament he was brought into. As his eyes slowly greeted dim light, the stench of decaying humidity overwhelmed him. How did he get here and most importantly, who brought him here? He panicked upon finding his hands restrained above his head, his entire body constricted by chains. As his senses tried to comprehend his surroundings, the phenomenon itself, unfolded his presence: Chrollo Lucifer. Upon noticing that the boy was awake, the man unsheathed his Benz knife. Kurapika flinched in horror as he sensed the poison upon what mischievously glided above his skin. Meticulously maneuvered to slit through the layers, however the blade itself barely touching. The sound of garments that fell onto the floor whispered through the silence that follows–humiliation.

The boy restrained himself, for he knew how one is driven reckless. He never felt so usurped, yet a fragile sense of fortitude swept onto him. The boy was indeed a naturally composed individual. To spew obscenities he regarded futile, and so he put in mind to abstain from profanity. Tactically, Kurapika adjusted his manner accordingly compliant. The boy wore his expression tame, but his eyes betrayed his façade. "You seem barely composed." the man remarked. Lucifer's gaze darted upon the slender frame of his chest, his eyes hardly hinting any intention. However, the man perused patiently for a particular flare of scarlet, although the boy was well concealed. The silence resonated the horrifying tension between them. A thousand nuances of malice were exchanged. Lucifer swept his hair aside, as he untied the bandages that hid his repulsive tattoo. The man let his hair down, slightly combing it with his fingers as he eyed the boy. Kurapika in return, eyed his every movement cautiously. Pertinence awaits for fatal proximity: enough to rip his captor's jugular, dismantling his artery. It was hardly a plan, but the options were hardly close to any, the boy thought.

Lucifer shriveled a yellow napkin from his side pocket. He had retained the cloth to its original size, unveiling objects that would prove unpractical in its original size. This practicality allowed him to shrink objects, including the flask he held in hand. Scarlet eyes. " It would be a shame to simply dispose of it." the man unsealed the flask and to the kurta's terror, dipped his hands nonchalantly into the flask."WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Kurapika horrified upon the sight of his careless handling. Lucifer proceeded to scoop the floating pair in a swift motion. Ignoring Kurapika's tantrum, he held it to his eyes, as if it were a prized amethyst. "Such a shame that it is damaged from the last infiltration raid. You know, you were there, remember?" The boy shuddered at this horrendous premonition he had.That he could.That he would.-

"I dislike damaged goods."

A splattered drop of red tint landed on Kurapika's trembling cheek. The grotesque sound of a popping eyeball. His heart sunk a few crevices than it already had, how a pair was brutally destroyed on a whim. "The linings are opaque white at most, albeit tints of dark crimson. Interesting enough, the color is only slightly different from a dark corpse's." Lucifer commented so casually, so blatantly disregardful that Kurapika felt the color of his crimson, unconsciously rose to his eyes. "LUCIFER!" his murderous screams echoed, the violent rattle of his restraints corresponded in harmony. With subtle regard to his tantrum however, Lucifer plainly discarded the lumps of what is left from his hands unto the floor. Flicked it off his fingers, like it was rotten fish. Kurapika never felt his wrath blared in such propensity that his field of vision immediately transformed flaring red. But when Lucifer gazed upon him, it silenced him instantaneously, causing the boy to held back. Shattering regret swept throughout him: Kurapika came to the realization that Lucifer was anticipating, the very moment his self-control run amok, to gouge the very last for his shrewd collection. And he deliberately forced upon himself composure, but he has no time, no time. Lucifer swung his hand in a remarkable speed towards Kurapika's face. This is it, the boy had thought.

Pain. He felt Lucifer's fingers flick his eyelids open. "You wear contacts." the man commented as he painfully scraped both lenses from Kurapika's irises. He forgot. The boy forgot that he wore contacts to conceal his scarlet. It was so close. Too close. When their eyes met, Kurapika saw a trickle of malice twinkling in his eyes. It made him shudder, as if death was to grip him any second. The boy sensed that whatever heinous intentions that man harbored was going to prove beyond despicable. Without warning, Lucifer landed his fingers on his neck, proceeded slowly to his chest, leaving painfully grated nail marks. It felt like fire, the pain caused him to jerk his head upwards. Upon the opportunity, Lucifer planted painful nips on the shivers of his neck, causing Kurapika to hiss in utter disgust. Spontaneously, the boy launched himself to rip the man's jugular -only to be met with a hand upon his own neck. Lucifer's grip intensified, causing Kurapika's pupils to dilate in response to the violent constriction, weakened by a disabled passage for air. The boy was sure he was going to die smothered as he felt blood trickling from the man's nails.

Amidst his loss of consciousness, Lucifer loosened his grip abruptly. The very moment Kurapika gasped for air, his passage was greeted with fingers that shoved forcefully onto his throat. His voice was painfully muffled as Lucifer's fingers scrambled onto his linings. Instinctively the boy jaws gritted a stance to bite back, only to be countered by Lucifer driving his fingers directly to his tonsils, causing his jaws to fly open in gaping pain. More so, he drove his sharp nails straight up the boy's throat, not ceasing in intensity. Right when the boy's gag reflex is about to betray his insides, Lucifer withdrew his fingers. He spun them, savoring a taste from his unscathed exploration The boy coughed, trying to withhold the nausea accumulating within him. The taste of iron on the back of his throat, a ragged voice, his breathing shallow. Then, Lucifer withdrew from his pocket, something similar to that of a shard, dripping with condensation. Kurapika was horrified upon his blurred vision, for it resembled shrapnel. The man swirled his tounge upon the condensation, water dripping down his jawline as he did. The kurta came to realize that it was an ice shard: noticeably wide in the blunt, alarmingly larger than the fingers that had just trespassed his mouth. Lucifer took a step closer, then whispered upon the boys ears, words that will remain unknown to anyone but the two. The boy's eyebrows narrowed in utter repulsion. Lucifer responded the boy's reaction by caressing his hair, gently massaging his scalp. Trails from his lips nurtured his neck, followed by planted bits of questionable affection. Kurapika's expression grew even more repugnant. He can feel the man's disgusting lips contaminating his bare neck, planting nip-bruises here and there. Then as Lucifer's lips barely grazed his, Kurapika ferociously bit his, and the man's lips bled in succession. The man licked his lips in amusement, giving a slight distance from the enraged boy glaring at him, as If the boy was warning him to dare try. But Lucifer slowly leaned over to kiss his lips and Kurapika was all the more willing to nip him again.

Suddenly, Kurapika jerked upwards, his feet thrashing in every direction. As the chains restrained him from landing a kick, Lucifer pressed his weight against the squirming boy. Kurapika felt something lunged from beneath him, inside him. It took him in surprise as his defense was wide open, inviting Lucifer to melt his lips. Kurapika was so swept that he could barely reason. Is it his member? But it was too cold to be his member. He felt Lucifer's fingers prodding further pass his walls, pushing something through. Kurapika screamed in pain."WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" He could feel water dripping out between his thighs from a numbing coldness invading inside him. Lucifer drove it deeper and deeper as he fingered through. The pain was so ridiculous yet numbing that it rendered him senseless. Kurapika tried to make the words but screams and incomprehensible words came about instead. Upon completing his plea, Lucifer would intentionally drove his fingers forward, his nails curling deeper. The poor boy's squirms were echoing harmonically with the frequent intervals of his screaming. Curious as to what Kurapika is trying to say, Lucifer relaxed his fingers after a few thrusts."Take it out! STOP IT!" The blonde finally screamed, trying to shook him off. Not complying, Lucifer grabbed a handful of the boy's hair, yanked it back so violently that Kurapika thought his hair would fall off. The boy could feel Lucifer's bare jaws grazing his skin, his lips nothing short of lustful. The thought that Lucifer is close enough to rip his throat any second, paralyzed him. The torcher from those fingers, now three of them inside, was not only invasively tearing him, but utterly paralyzing. Kurapika bit down his own lip, and what bled trickled, hardly comparable to the intense pain between his thighs. Lucifer's hand heightened the grip on the blonde's locks, almost lifting him above the ground. The man drove his fingers even more, plunging obtrusively deeper. Additionally, the wetness from the ice eased the tightness that his fingers have to pass. Screams of his victim echoed throughout the vicinity. Finally, Lucifer decided to lax his grip.

"No more... Please no more." Kurapika begged in a ragged voice. "Say it again." Lucifer yanked his hair. "Please stop." the boy begged relentlessly. "Say it." Lucifer commanded, his fingers curling inside. "AAH- STOP IT! ", the blonde exclaimed cringing. "Stop what?", teased the man."Please sto-" Lucifer suddenly spread his fingers inside, widening a painful gap, causing Kurapika to gape. "TAKE IT OUT!", the boy shouted. Lucifer curled his lips, playing between lines of naught, "Take what?" With whatever left of his dignity, Kurapika begged not to comply - "FUCK YOU!" The man rewarded the little rebel by releasing his grip from the blonde's locks. Within his swift reach, he licked the trickle of blood on the boy's neck. Kurapika shuddered at the thought of the man's tounge contaminating his skin. Lucifer then proceeded by inching up his fingers bit by bit, fishing groans from the boy."Why me..?" Kurapika let out a weak mumble. His captor remained silent. "Why are you even doing this, with ME...?!" Lucifer didn't find his bewilderment amusing enough to respond to, instead continued prodding his fingers. "Besides, we're both men-" Unamused by the statement, Lucifer drove his fingers, causing an intense elevated friction. Kurapika swung his head sideways, gritting his teeth in pain. As If understanding Lucifer's preference towards a more interesting argument, the boy retorted, "I thought demons aren't attracted to humans."The man paused and pulled out his fingers. Kurapika arched his back in relief, regaining breath. Perhaps Lucifer is piqued upon hearing his name taken upon literally. "Go on.", remarked the man. Kurapika snapped.

"Go on...?! You fucking reprobate, inbreed of a deviant!" the Kurta spat on him, upon losing composure. "You're beyond despicable, Lucifer! Multitudes ahead from satan! So damned you are that hell won't even miss you!" Kurapika berated in spite. "I'll take that as a compliment." Lucifer casually dismissed him as he wiped off disgrace from his cheek. "Aren't humans exceedingly capable to be as noble as celestial beings? And at the same time, the very same vermins that are disturbingly capable of stooping low beyond imaginable? It is believed upon that satan is placed at the utmost bottom of the hierarchy. According to your argument, I might as well have sank onto the inferno strata. Not that it is a very bad place, compared to yours.", the man retorted, who had also just cleverly summarized the vitruvian philosophy. The boy gritted his teeth at the man's ridicule. "So why didn't you dispose of me, Lucifer?" Kurapika demanded an answer. Lucifer curled a grotesque expression, "As the devil his sins. Isn't lust one of the vices?" The boy was extremely perplexed at the statement, particularly whatever the nonsense the man was spewing next: "The stretching should suffice.." Lucifer added, as he poked his fingers at the boy's entrance. "Suffice for what...?!" the boy asked in horror. Lucifer lifted his brow, "Are you so blunt? Or is it the fact that you simply do not want to know?" The man proceeded to answer the boy's bewildered gaze, "You are awfully chaste." Kurapika averted his gaze, hissed at the man's sarcasm. "Don't bite." the man whispered upon grazing his lips to the boy's. The chains rattled as the boy jerked from Lucifer's sharp nip, causing Kurapika's lips to bleed. "Goddammit! Why don't you just get it over with!" Kurapika exclaimed in frustration. "Oh don't worry, I will. You seem so eager, do you want it that badly?" the man questioned playfully. "What the hell- Just dispose of me already!" the boy pleaded for his dignity.

"Now why would I do that?" the man answered. The boy was taken aback at his reply, for being alive also meant that what could happen remains possibly worse -than death. "Goods fetch exorbitant prices, but not necessarily the best use of it's value." Lucifer added. "A sole survivor of the Kurta clan. I predict your worth prized at least a billion and a half jennies at starting bid. I hardly care what kind of perverts would get their hands on you, the same goes with all i have sold, no?" Kurapika felt the panic rose from within him as he averted his gaze. Noticing the boy's blank eyes, Lucifer corrected his chin, so that the boy's eyes met his. "I have news for you." Lucifer stated. "One of us decided to play doctor." he added, snapping his fingers. "Bonolenov." the man called upon order, followed by an entering figure, dragging what looks like a dead corpse.

"Remember your fellow, the chairman nominee?"

A.N: This is written to time setting of after the Chairman Elections and before the Dark Continent Arc.

Extra Notes:

Vitruvian philosophy::the vitruvian man is not only very famous for it's anatomical depiction. It answered an ancient problem of the same area in a circle of square, cancelled due to the nature of pi, the radius drawn from the bellybutton of human can depict the area amazingly. Meanwhile at the same age, the vitruvian man symbolized the philosophy of man as the center of the universe. Able to sunk low as animals, yet at the same time to be as noble as angels. Humans can place itself anywhere among the hierarchy, except, arguably, the Logos, the omniscient being we know as God. It is only a simple explanation, but search more If you would like. Hail Da Vinci.

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