Walking up to the bed, he raised an arm brushing the hair out of her face. How could get her to show more emotion? To get her to become a pawn for him without dealing the strong cards?
How could he do that without falling for her?
chapter 19
Z looked down at her phone, rereading the message for seemed like the thousands time. Someone had texted her – she was unsure as to who but there had proposed a meet up at the out skirts of York new city on the 31st of august the day before she was supposed to arrive at the city.
A meet up to discuss a job… and a certain book.
She knew the unknown number didn't belong to kuroro, he had texted her a few days after their previous job. Giving her the detail of the book that was up for auction in the coming days.
It had peaked her interested, someone new knowing about her search for the books – and how the individual had written the message…
It was like they knew her, or at least meet her before.
But she couldn't pin point who it could have been.
She let out a sigh, black hues staring at the bright moon in the clear skies above her. Before stepping forward; stepping directly onto the spirit road in a mist of shadows.
Kuroro had just announced that they were going to steal of all the items at the auction to the troupe around him when the head noticed a disruption in the shadows around the room. "Nice of you to join us, though I thought you weren't coming here till tomorrow"
Z scoffed, her eyes narrowed as she looked to the side. "I wasn't going but there was a change of plans"
Kuroro stared at her, the silence suggesting her to continue. "Did you tell anyone what I am after?"
"No, that wouldn't be in my best interest" he stated truthfully as the female before them nodded glancing around the room. Dark hues landed on a bandaged individual – someone she had yet to meet as his spirits raged about his head.
Her graze returned to kuroro, an eyebrow raised. Asking the unasked question. "Bonolenov, you haven't met him yet"
She nodded, "I better go," she settled looking towards the horizon though the ruin building, "its seems I have a date with stranger"
This gone everyone's attention with varying degrees of shock, "a date?" questioned Hisoka a usual frown upon his painted face.
"It seems so." Z said completely oblivious to everyone's shock. "Gotta go, see you tomorrow"
Her heels clicking on the stone floor seem to shake the troupe out of shock. Kuroro eyes narrowed, this was a floor in his plan if she was in fact going on a date. His lips dipped into a frown, as he watched the retreating figure. Who would ask Z for a date? He felt a tug, twist of his gut as he thought about the female meeting up with another man. He couldn't quite place the feeling though.
Curiosity getting the better of him as he moved forward, following the dark haired necromancer, it seems some of the other members of the troupe who knew her pretty well were interested in the notion of her date as they stepped behind him the group following Z to her 'date'.
"What are you lot doing?" Z asked annoyed at her stalkers.
"We happened to be going the same way" Hisoka purred.
"Bullshit" she muttered glaring at the red head.
"Whose the lucky guy?" phinks asked stepping before.
"No idea"
"Wait you have no idea who your meeting? A blind date?!"
Z rolled her black eyes, it's like someone set their pants of fire. It was just a bloody meeting for a suspicious client nothing more. The necromancer continued to walk ignoring the group of curious spiders that were following her, soon they were at the edge of the ruined city. The sun just peeping over the edge of the horizon. Dawn was upon them.
"Z, Z, Z~" a male voice called, with a strange hint on his toned. Z eyes narrowed as she locked onto the figure.
She knew him.
He was old, greying haired with weathered skin that had seen better days. His eyes where a sickly pale blue, that seemed glazed but it was the dark shadows that danced underneath that set her on edge. Madness. His eyes danced with madness, things were going to go south soon…
He was lord Strayed. A controlling bastard who played people for fun, including his own family. She wished never to cross path with him again.
"I'm glad you made it my dear, brought friends I see? No matter the plan hasn't changed"
"They just followed me, ignore them they won't do anything" Z said with a frown.
What was HE doing here…?
"Well if they do, they can meet my friends" the voice croaked, as the old man was joined by twenty or so others, nen-users and strong ones at that, if the dead about their heads suggested anything.
Z's frowned deepen as her eyes narrowing as she tried to work out his plan. She could feel a headache starting from the sheer number of dead surrounding her, not just the ones about the nen-users head but the ones grounded to the earth around them, it seems a long time ago a battle was waged here, dead soldiers still chained to the earth in an ever ending battle.
Was she his plan? Give her a headache that bad she wasn't able to fight? Well he was doing a good job at pissing her off.
She stayed silent waiting for the man to continue as the troupe continued to look confused. "This isn't a date" Phinks muttered under his breath.
"Very true, lets watch for now" responded kuroro whose dark hues were locked onto the dark haired female, he could see the tense frown locking her jaw in place as her arms crossed over her chest.
"It's been a long time since I last saw you my dear, I hope you would change your mind on my previous request."
"A no is a no" she hissed her nen increasing, as the dead groaned around her, their shadowy apparitions trying to tell her things, trying to get her to save them to unchain them from a battle they wanted to be freed from. Trying to eat her soul alive. There was too much chaos. Black shadows dancing around her as she tried to concentrate on the man before her.
"Shame… you see after that… I did a bit of research, a bit of experimenting..." her blood ran cold as his words stuck home.
The anger started to swell in her gut.
"And after a few trails and errors, look at what I accomplish." The lord stepped aside to revel a ghastly figure.
She used to be a women, a very pretty women in her early twenties. Blonde flowing hair, sparkling blue eyes so full of life and hope. Fiona Strayed, the daughter of the wicked lord. But it was an empty puppet that stood before her. Her skin a pattern of patchwork stitches, and sickly pale. Shadowy bags were large under her dull blank blue eyes while her blonde hair laid limp and lifeless down her back.
Anger grew, a smouldering fire lit under her skin - as did her nen growing stronger, as Z spotted the spirit crying chained to the body it no longer controlled, in a world it no longer belonged to.
"You should not mess with matters which you do not fucking understand" Z growled.
The man laughed, "It would not have been this way if you had just brought the brat back when I first asked"
"If the dead don't want to be brought fucking back then I shall not. She was bloody happy to have died, no longer a pawn in your twisted fucking game!" she snarled, anger flashing across her face.
Something the troupe as never seen before, a brewing rage that was slowing going underneath for pale completion.
"As my daughter she should have obeyed!" the man snapped, before taking a shuttering breath. "No matter, I will get you to work for me one way or another. And I will an army of dead puppets at my disposal" he nodded, to one of the men.
Suddenly there was silence, the dead stopped talking. Time slowed down a stop as Z looked down. There was a gaping hole though her stomach about the size of her palm. The troupe looked on in shock as one of the Nen–users snickered, "what didn't see that coming?"
Z was silent the brewing rage roared through her veins as her black eyes stayed focused on the hole and the ripped coat surrounding it. "Z are you okay?" Hisoka asked, snapping the female out of her daze.
"I'm fucking livid, he ruined my fucking coat" she snapped back, but her nen dropped almost unnoticeable, as shaky fingers started to undone the ruin material. She really liked the coat – and she doubted even with Em abilities it couldn't be saved.
"Dude, were supposed to bring her back in alive." One of nen-user shook his face.
"Hey, she be out of it in a bit and then she's all ours to take"
"What about her friends?"
"We de-"
The men were cut off as a laugh echoed around the clearing, eyes zoned in on the holy female. The laugh sounded strange coming from the ravenette who haven't made just a sound in a very long, long time…
"Don't you find it funny?" she sipped the coat off her shoulders, "you brought a necromancer to a battle field…"
She let the words sink in as she dropped the bloody material to the rocky ground. "I am zora Azreal, I am the dawn, I am the angel of darkness and I release thee" she muttered, as her nen levels shot through the roof.
Kuroro watched in amazement, as two magnificent black feather wings grew from the tattoos that covered her shoulders. The kanji at the centre of her spine vanishing as the ink came to life. The hole in her stomach rapidly closing up, as her nen roared through her veins. She wasn't invincible, far from it, nor was she immortal. She could die… it was just hard to kill her.
It was why the dead were so afraid of her, yet intrigued by her at the same time. Only the dead could see her true form on a daily basis, the seal doing nothing to hide the true to their dead eyes.
The dead see all, see behind every mask you put on.
She walked with death every day from the day she was born till the day she takes its hand as well. She was an 'angel' yet at the same time 'death' and apparently human.
Who wouldn't be scared yet interested in such a twisted being.
She shook her feathered wings, it had been awhile since they had been free. The bones began to glow under her skin, while her eyes darken into a black pool of abyss giving the female an eerie look in the morning light.
"Asem" her voice echo, as her shadow shifted, growing to reveal a shadowy presence that soon began to form. The light glinted against mental as a sword emerge, to be grip by a bone hand that grew into an arm. Only to be followed by the muscles and tendons then skin and clothes till a tall figure stood behind the angel before them.
"Mistress," the man nodded, instantly the troupe who had been at the manor recognised the deep voice.
"Please tell me were going to play? ~ Some of them are cute" another voice spoke, this time female as the shadows shifted in the same fashion to reveal a curly women.
"Inkar" Z spoke, "are the other coming?"
"Of course, there just a tad shy~" Inkar purred.
"Lord strayed and the chained are mine" Z commended as her shadow shifted again, to reveal more figures. In all there were seven of them, male and female of varying shapes and sizes but they all had a cold feeling them the living around them. "The troupe behind me are not to be touched"
"Aw but their cute~ especially the head." Inkar leaned close to her ear, brushing past her wings. "How is the lover boy?~"
Z glared at the lustful women, before taking a step forward. "Enough of the games" The ground under her feet cracked, as she felt her power flow down into the earth, "this is a battle field, stop laying around and fucking fight"
The cracks, grew turning into spiders webs some bigger than others as bones crawled the way out from underneath, fallen soldiers from a war long ago ready to battle once more under a new leader.
The angel of death.
Z ignored the battle around her as she walked slowly and steadily towards the lord and the poor chained soul unable to leave, unable to control the body it was being forced to stay it. Any one that tried to come after her were shifting taken down by Asem; her self-proclaimed protector and guardian.
The swordsman's enjoyed battle with the strong, much like Hisoka though he didn't go after children, and fought battles fairly. Though after he died a normal death, he continued. To fight the strong. A wandering lost souls, looking for someone strong to defeat him and to let his warrior soul finally rest in peace.
For 500 years he wandered till he came across her.
From the corner of her eye was spotted Inkar, seeming the kiss the life out of her victim, as she drained him of life and soul. The lustful vixen smirked, before gracefully turning towards her next victim. Inkar was a passion women in both death and life, though her desires often left corpses and those crazy for her.
Then they were the others, each having their own stories and passions, some wanted to follow the angel like Asem, others… like Mazikeen, a skill torturer currently ripping a man to shreds in glee, wanted to rip the whole and humans to pieces, were forced under her control lest they reek chaos and destroy the realm of living.
Inkar, was neither, she was both sides of the same coins.
"You bitch!" an old voice yelled, snapping her out of her thoughts. Her face blank as she stared at the man, "you will pay for this! I will get you to work for me one way or another!"
She stepped forward, her nen flaring dangerous. An the sudden spike of power the lord stepped back tripping over nothing as sweat dripped down his temple, fear running though his trembling skin as he laid sprawled on the floor. "I will deal with you in a moment" her voice cold dipped with bone chilling venom as she glared down at the male.
Turning on her heels she opened her arms, towards the patchwork body of Fiona, or what used to be the women. "Come here, let me free you" she spoke her words soft.
"No! Don't you dare! She is mine and mines alone!" the man shrieked as the living corpse took a shuddering step towards her, before falling over its broken dead limps straight into Z open arms.
Laying the women down, her head resting on her knees, Z lowered her head, black raven hair acting as a curtain while her wings covered them from the world as she kissed the women's patchwork head. "Be free" she muttered as wind blow around them.
Z watched blankly as the women's fingers tips broke apart into tiny pieces, like sand being carried on the wind. She didn't move until the corpse had all but turned to dust, she felt a soft hand touch her check. Thank you.
Standing she turned towards the panicking old male, "you bitch you going to kill me too... I curse you from the afterlife"
"Oh you're not going to the afterlife" she said crutching in front of the cowering man, "oh no that would be too nice. No you're going to be stuck in limbo for eternity, your poor soul with be ripped to shreds before being put back together. Over and over again. Until your begging my to drag your sorry arse to the gates of hell itself" Her voice hissed darkly.
A hand thrusted forward directly into the old man's chest, searching she gripped onto the centre of the man life source, she pulled. Dragging his soul from his withering body. Compacting it, her black eyes stared directly into his dying ones, fear and realisation running thought them as she brought the object to her lips and shallowed it whole.
She watched blankly as the man life completely drained from his eyes. As the battle around them concluded, no of the living had been left alive. In the battle against death, the dead wins – each death adding another soul to its growing army. She stood and turned to the dead skeletons around her, they bowed in thanks for giving them one last fight before crumbing to dust – there souls at rest. While her trapped souls vanished into shadows at last par two, Asem and Inkar.
"Mistress" Asem nodded, "is all well?" he asked.
"Of course all is well asem~" inkar purred turning towards the male, asem gave the women a side glance.
Z sighed, "All is well Asem, anyone put up a good fight?"
"No mistress, their blades dull as their fighting spirits" the man bowed before he himself vanished into a wisp shadows.
She raised an eyebrow at inkar, "you need something?"
"oh no, not me~ I just came to say, if you want him you need to grab now before someone else gets their claws in him~" the vixen purred before vanishing into shadows a smirk on her face, as Z frowned.
That was the thing with Inkar, some of the time she's trying to break her and devour her soul and the other half of the time she giving her strange cryptic advice in an attempted to bring back her lost humanity…
Inkar was such a strange spirit.
Kuroro watched the scene play out before him. The beauty of the destruction yet the balance this chaos caused. He remembered the rules for her to bring back the dead so he wasn't surprised that no matter what she wouldn't be swaged.
The one sided battle answer many questions that had been on the tip of his tongue. He wanted it, the power. He wanted her. This had gone far from the game Hisoka had first suggested, gone from what he originally planned.
He would make this angel his.
He stared those majestic wings, as dark as night deadly yet peaceful, strange like death. It can be violent and heart-breaking yet it the end it's peaceful. A peaceful body of water that only with a drop could cause a waterfall.
He wanted to run his hand along the wings, to feel the feathers under his touch. Be he reframed. Not yet he couldn't just yet. Now, was not the time. They had an auction to rob.
"God Z I didn't know you had wings!" phinks exclaimed breaking the silence that had grown around them.
"I hadn't noticed..." Z muttered sarcastically as her glowing bones started to fade. Leaving her skin it's usually pale and eyes black. "Don't you have an auction to rob?" she questioned.
"Shit yeah..." he muttered turning back.
Hisoka stared at the female golden eyes flashing dangerous, this was the female at her full strength he could tell… this battle would be a challenge, he could feel it… he licked his lips as lust grew. He couldn't wait, but first he would battle kuroro. Then the angel of death.
"Aren't you going to join us?" he purred.
"No, I'm going to sleep." Z stared blankly, stretching her wings. "I speak with you later" she said directing the comment to kuroro.
"Where are you staying?"
"A random hotel with a big fucking bed" kuroro nodded.
"Wait you're not gonna fly are you?" Phinks stupidly asked, earning a look for the group.
"Well their not for fucking show" Z rolled her eyes before taking to the skies, the sun completely visible on the horizon. A new day had begun.
to be continued...
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(for the guys who read my other stories.. i had a brick wall on the writhing. stupid writers block :( but dont worry im sure i get some inspiration to complete them! no way am i leaving them hanging)
On another note, would you guys like a BNHA story next or one piece, maybe even a marvel one?
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