Trigger Warnings:

- rape

- forced prostitution

- physical abuse: biting

- nonconsensual kissing

- euphemisms

- misuse of kinks

- very crude language

- slurs for pet names

- graphic murder depiction

The sun has nearly risen.

And so has the Pro-Hero.

I'm still in bed with him, and I haven't slept a wink since I came back. I'm exhausted, but I can't - won't - show it. He holds my body close to him and nuzzles his face into the curve of my neck and shoulder. "This isn't a bad way to wake up. Lucky me. I get to wake up to this view for the next 30 days." He grips my hips and pushes me further into the mattress. He rises on top of me, face never leaving my neck. "You smell nice. Like floral scented soap. Did ya take a shower before I woke up? I don't mind. I like to dirty my girlfriends when they're clean." He bites my neck and whispers, "But next time, Flower, I want to join you in the shower."

I'm surprised he still has the energy to rape me, even after all the rounds last night. It makes me livid. My anger feels not of fire, which consumes me and everything in its path wholly. No, my anger feels of ice. It engulfs everything, living and nonliving, alive and dead. It decays the living and crushes the nonliving. It freezes the alive and rots the dead. My blood becomes cold, viciously cold.

I have to calm myself before I say something that will land me in a worse position than I am in now.

I think about my first kill.

"I have a final condition. Everything that was said tonight stays between the four of us. Do you accept my terms?" I asked the three of them.

"Sure."

"Yeah, yeah."

"I accept."

"The deal is the deal," I affirmed.

Giran left the bar with a goodbye. I got off the bar counter as Kurogiri-sama walked around toward the counter. Shigaraki-sama sat on a bar stool. Just as I set foot on the ground, I heard a deep baritone voice say, "Welcome to the League of Villains, Hanada Selene." I turned in the direction of the sound. It was coming from the monitor. The screen was completely white, but the sound came from there.

"Who are you? Why have you spoken now?"

"I am All-for-One. I am Shigaraki's teacher. Or as he calls me, his 'Sensei.'"

I recognized that name. People said it was just rumored that someone called All-for-One, and that he fought against All Might. Little did those people know that I was talking to the very subject of those rumors.

"You didn't answer my second question. Why have you spoken now?"

"I was assessing you. Shigaraki was quite keen on taking you in. He thought you would be a great asset to the League of Villains, given your history with Pro-Heroes and position in society. Being the dutiful teacher I am, I agreed to his request. But I had to take some precautions of my own, too. I was watching and listening to everything that happened since you came into the bar. Your every word, your every expression, your every move. Had you given me the slightest indication that you would not join us or betray us in the future, I would have spoken then and there and ordered Kurogiri and Shigaraki to kill you."

All-for-One was the mastermind behind this operation. I felt another threat to my king. I had to plan my next moves wisely. "And what conclusion did you reach about me?"

He laughed. "I celebrated your inauguration into the League with my welcome. That should be a conclusion enough."

He was cheeky, too. "Since you've heard everything, do you accept my terms as well?"

"I do. You said you wanted to kill tonight. You should get ready."

I looked back toward Kurogiri-sama and Shigaraki-sama. "I can't kill wearing just a bathrobe. Could you please take me back to the bedroom in the mansion?"

"Of course, Selene." He summoned a portal instantly in the middle of the bar. But I didn't go through. I noticed that since our rushed introductions, this was the first time either of them used my name. My first name. It felt different from all the times Hanada-sama used my name.

When I didn't move for some time, Shigaraki-sama scowled. "Hey, kid! You coming or not!" He was already about to step through the gate.

"You're going to come, too?"

"No, I'm going to an ice cream shop on the other end of the Japan and order a 15-scoop ice cream cone. What kind of dumb question is that? Of course, I'm coming with you! Didn't you say that you wanted someone with you during your murder adventures? Well, lucky you! That guy is me tonight!"

I hurried over to the portal and stepped through. Shigaraki-sama followed shortly. The Pro-Hero was asleep, and he was hugging my pillow as if it weren't a pillow but me. I gave his resting figure one look of pure, unfiltered disgust and opened my walk-in closet. Shigaraki-sama simply stared at him with an undetectable emotion in his eyes.

I stripped off the bathrobe and wrapped my body in bandages. Then, I changed into black clothes. Black breeches, dress shirt, satin choker, and combat boots. Fortunately, I had a black belt with a black buckle. I didn't think this was enough, however. My hair was still moon white, and I was weaponless. I activated an illusion quirk and darkened my hair to its raven black. If Shigaraki-sama asked, I'd lie and say it was a wig.

As for the weapons, I summoned 12 iron daggers with a metal quirk. Each dagger was six inches long with a uniquely designed grip. They shone so brightly under the LED light, I wondered how brightly they would shine under the moonlight. They were double-edged and pointed. I ran my thumb gently along one of the edges. I watched my blood seep into the upper layers of the bandages, slowly creating an ever-increasing dot of blood. I didn't bother healing the cut. Instead, I folded the sleeves of my shirt to my elbows. With some leather strips, I tied four of the knives to my left forearm, each knife equidistant. I wore a black glove, pulled the sleeve back down, and did the same with four other knives to my right forearm. As for the remaining four knives, I summoned a jar full of golden viper venom and coated the knives with it, from point to hilt. I considered wrapping them in those leather straps. But why bother when I'm already immune to the venom? I bound two just above each ankle and wore my boots over them. I tied my almost dry hair into devil horns and a low chignon.

I was debating whether to create a mask when I heard Shigaraki-sama not so subtly whisper, "Hurry up! I haven't got all night!" He said that as if I had all the time in the world.

I entered the bedroom. The portal was still open, and Shigaraki-sama was still staring at the Pro-Hero's sleeping figure. I looked between both of them and asked, "Any problem?"

Shigaraki-sama took a while to answer my question. "No. Let's get going."

I carried my cane, and we stepped into the portal back into the bar. Even though Kurogiri-sama could not make any facial expressions, I felt that he was impressed by how similar his and my tastes in fashion were. Shigaraki-sama sensed it too and was unsurprisingly irritated by it. "Yeah, yeah. You both like dressing all fancy. Can we get back on track now? What are the addresses?"

I took a deep breath and gave the home address of my first victim and the business address of a news channel.

Kurogiri-sama summoned the warp gate. "Once you arrive at the first destination, I will close the gate. It will reopen after exactly two hours. The next gate will take you to your second destination and remain open, for only ten minutes. Do what you must do until then."

"Two hours is more than enough, Kurogiri-sama." I smirked. "Thank you."

"Kurogiri, if you will. Just Kurogiri."

My smirk transformed into shock into a soft smile. "Thank you, Kurogiri."

As he thrusts, he whispers mundane and filthy praises. Mostly about his bathroom fantasies. "I'm going to rub that soap all over you. Lips, neck, tits, hips, ass, cunt. All of it. Then I'm going to wash all the soap away."

Shigaraki-sama and I walked through the gate onto the grounds of a rich estate. A manor built of pristine white rock loomed in front of us. Although we were tens of meters away from the backside of the manor, the view was impressive nonetheless. Pillars. French windows. More chandeliers than were visible from our position. Well-manicured grass. An elaborate fountain here, a Zen garden there. Well-paved roads and expensive nightlights. While it was past 3 am in Japan, it was past 7 pm in England. It was twilight, turning my hair into its monochrome gradient. My wig excuse was of no use now because Shigaraki-sama noticed my change in hair.

"So you weren't wearing a wig just now. How did you turn your hair black? It should have been white."

I quickly came up with a lie. "I used my shadow quirk to hide the white."

He scoffed in return. "Let's just go."

Ignoring the splendor of the manor, I sensed for cameras and security devices with a combination of my lightning quirk and recently absorbed Kaminari-san's electricity qurk. The few cameras that were there, I manipulated them into showing a still from their angles. I amplified my hearing to hear for the heartbeats of any security guards. Most were outside, forming a perimeter all around. Shigaraki-sama and I had to avoid them somehow. I looked for my victim's bedroom. "Third floor, fourth window to the right. That is where my tormentor sleeps. That is where I'll kill him."

"Then what are we waiting for?"

I gave only one warning to Shigaraki-sama before I turned him invisible and levitated him to the bedroom window outer sill with my air quirk. He had the decency to keep his mouth shut until I levitated myself. "What the hell! You could have given a better warning than just 'I'm going to levitate you!'" he whispered furiously.

"Oh! Are you afraid of heights?" I teased.

"You're testing me right now, kid. Remember what I told you about my quirk. I destroy everything I touch. Every. Thing."

"I heard you loud and clearly that time. But you won't kill me right now, that's for sure. I'm too valuable to you, and you accepted my proposition." He muttered something incomprehensible, which I paid no heed to. "I want you to break this window with your quirk."

He grinned sardonically at me. "Say please."

I grinned just as sardonically. "Pretty please. With a cherry on top."

His grin fell. Mine didn't. It widened. He placed both hands on the window and shattered it instantly, just as I summoned a powerful gust of wind to mask the sound. We climbed in. Shigaraki-sama looked around the bedroom with placid interest while I combined my air, light, and shadow quirks to create an illusion of an unbroken window where the real window once was. This window also prevented others from the outside to look inside. I collected the broken shards of glass and spread them on the bed; I put the sharpest ones in the middle.

Shigaraki-kun understood what I was doing. "Ouch! The bed is where people are supposed to rest their bodies from the shit of the day. He's going to lie down just once and spring back up like a monkey."

"That's not all he will do. The glass is just the beginning."

"Any particular reason?"

I looked at him for a long time, debating whether I should tell him why. He already knew that I was a rape victim and that tonight's kill is going to be one of my rapists. He had an inkling of what a monster I was when I gave my offer. Furthermore, he was about to have visual proof of that soon. I supposed I didn't lose anything more in telling him the truth. "This victim is a politician. The Hanadas wanted his support to endorse a project of theirs. He wanted me. You can imagine what kind of deal was struck. He had ... he had a glass kink. He enjoyed making cuts into my skin when I was in his bed ... He said he liked watching me wince in pain."

Shigaraki-sama stayed quiet for a few moments. "Was he the first one who raped you when you came to England?"

"No, he was the last. I'm going to kill them all, starting from last to first."

"After that, the next thing you'll be covered with is my cum. We'll do it over and over again. Whaddya say?", the Pro-Hero growls into my ear.

"Whatever you wish, Sir," I reply listlessly.

I looked away from Shigaraki-sama, not wanting to say any more about the topic. "His study should be beyond this door," I pointed to a door not leading to outside the bedroom or to the bathroom. "He probably keeps confidential records there. Let me sense for cameras and guards. Then we'll go. I don't know when he'll finish dinner and come upstairs."

"You're not satisfied with just killing him?"

"No. His family knew what he was doing, and they stood idly by as he hurt me. They encouraged him. He and his family deserve to be punished. Gravely punished."

"So why won't you punish them by telling the media of your history with them? That itself is very damaging."

"And lose my only residence? Absolutely not. If I do as you say, the Hanadas will find out immediately and what they will do to me ... it will be a thousand times worse than my current treatment. They'll probably kill me before you ever get the chance to, rendering me useless to your organization. Besides, I don't want the public's pity."

He said nothing more. I pressed my ear to the door. No guards. No cameras. I opened the door and beckoned him to follow me. We were quiet as the wraiths as we walked around the study. A metal file cabinet filled with folders. A bookshelf half-filled with tomes and half-filled with binders. An elaborate modern desk with a laptop and connected computer resting on top. A mug that was once filled with coffee and some legal papers requiring a signature. A plush spinning chair. More concerning, a window with its curtains spread wide open. Using the same trick from before, I glamoured the window to prevent anyone from outside to see what was happening inside.

"Chop, chop, kid. Time to get to the real work," Shigaraki-sama said once I finished.

I set my cane beside the door and rummaged through the file cabinet, looking through the folders. Anything incriminating. Anything scandalous. Nothing. I opened the tomes, my wind quirk flipping through the pages madly. Nothing there either. I opened each binder, scanning its contents faster than the speed of light. I looked at the desk. I opened the drawers one by one, finding some USBs, stationary, and a diary. I took the diary and flipped to the first page. This diary was dated from this year, the year I had to pleasure him. But to my disappointment, it contained nothing remotely damaging to his reputation. All the entries were about him and his feelings about work and family.

Only the laptop was left. I sat in the plush chair and opened the laptop. It asked for a password. How unfortunate that I didn't intend to waste time trying to figure out the password. I grasped the sides of the laptop with both hands and focused my lightning quirk into my fingertips. The laptop signed in instantaneously and opened various browsers and the "This PC" folder. I pushed my power more and found what I was looking for. Tax scams. Money laundering. Unauthorized permission for construction. The most incriminating of these was the one documenting the illegal trade of narcotics and weapons. I grabbed two of the USBs and copied all the files into them.

I felt the warning signs of my upcoming arthritic flare: a gradual accumulation of pain, intense fatigue, and increasing difficulty in moving the joints of my digits. I quickly tucked the USBs inside my shirt. I beckoned toward Shigaraki-sama, who was standing by the door all this time watching me, the door, and the window. "We need to hurry. Take me to the bathroom."

He lifted his hands. "No can do."

Right. Huffing, I dragged myself through the door, into the bedroom, and into the bathroom, my weight leaning over the cane. Head resting on the bathtub rim, arms hanging limply at my sides, legs extended completely, and cane thrown somewhere, I leaned against the bathtub, panting. Shigaraki-sama followed after me, and I watched him sit across me.

He took in my posture. "When Giran said that you suffered arthritic episodes, I didn't think they happened this soon after using your quirks."

I make a sound somewhere between a cough and a laugh. "Did you think my flares happened an hour or two later? Sorry to disappoint you, but my body has a low tolerance. It'll pass soon enough. Don't worry yourself into a frenzy."

"I'm not worried," he grumbled. I would have almost believed it had I not seen the tight set of his jaw.

A few minutes passed in silence. I silently endured my pain, and Shigaraki-sama looked around the bathroom, busying himself. Unsurprisingly, he was the one to break the silence. "I've heard that talking while being in pain is a good distraction. I'm getting bored to the point where I'm willing to read the shampoo ingredients just to pass time. So, let's talk. I know that you hate every bastard who hurt you. You're using us to accomplish your vendetta, we're using you to accomplish ours. However, ours is going to take a much longer time than yours, no matter how many names you have on your kill list. So once you've killed everyone you've wanted to, will you still be so cooperative with us?"

I didn't quite understand his meaning. "Cooperative? I already told you that I won't betray you."

"I don't mean that. I've seen just the surface of how deep your hatred runs. That little bit is full of passion. I want to know if you will be just as passionate after fulfilling your revenge. Just as passionate to support our cause."

I gave it a moment of thought. "I don't know how to answer that question right now. Ask me again when I have killed many, and you have attacked."

"Hmm. Sure."

We reverted to silence again. But it did not feel the same as before. As soon as my flare passed, I stood up and ushered Shigaraki-sama into the bedroom. Twilight had passed, and the night sky was covered in clouds. I pulled grumbling Shigaraki-sama by his sleeve with me into the corner of the room opposite the bed and cloaked us in shadows.

We didn't have to wait long. The politician entered his bedroom with a stagger. His face was red and he was sweating. He reeked of alcohol. He stumbled into the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face over and over again. Once he turned the tap off, he stumbled back into the bedroom and flopped face-first into the mattress. His scream immediately a second later brought me immense delight.

I dropped our cover and rushed toward him. He was lying on the ground next to the bed. His legs, chest, and face were riddled with glass shards and cuts. The blood was oozing slowly, darkening his red shirt to maroon. I pulled one of the shards out of his chest, the sharpest one, and savored his next scream. I brought my face close to his and relished his frightened expression. Blown-out pupils in wide eyes, mouth opening in horror, and an audible gulp in his throat.

"Y-you! Selene! What are you doing here?" he stammered.

I dragged the sharp end of the glass across his forehead to his eyes, to his nose, cheeks, ears, and lips. "I've come to say hello and goodbye. Hello to you, your family, your bedroom," I whispered.

"And-and goodbye?"

"I prefer to express my goodbye not with words but with actions." I grabbed my cane and smashed its metal head against the bones of his arms and legs. Humerus. Ulna. Radius. Femur. Tibia. Fibula. A series of comminuted fractures. I grabbed his right hand and stabbed the glass through. He screamed in agony. I grabbed his left hand and stabbed it. His right foot and his left foot, I left no appendage untended to. He was crying now. Big droplets of tears poured from his eyes, and snot was accumulating in his nose, ready to flow out any moment. "Do you remember all those nights you took me to your bed? You pleasured yourself by leaving no area of my body untouched, with skin and glass. I'm here to return the favor." I punctured his chest over and over again. In. Out. In. Out. Each new stab brought out a new spurt of blood. My clothes were soaking in it. I had to wipe some blood off my face just so I could see. Lungs. Heart. Liver. Stomach. Intestines. I left no part uninjured. "How do you like it? Remember how you cut lines and curves into my skin with those broken wine bottles. I chose to return the favor tenfold. How does it feel to have glass cutting into your organs? Huh? Does it feel good? So pleasurable that you want to release yourself? I can assure you that I'm enjoying this immensely. Your pain, your screams, your terror. Every moment of this is bringing me so much pleasure, I think I'll go mad from it all!"

He died by the time I finished speaking, but I didn't stop my madness. I stabbed him again and again, releasing a little more of my fury with each stab until I had none left. My clothes were dripping and the blood was pooling on the carpet. I didn't know how long I continued this. It must not have been for long. Shigaraki-sama was the one who broke me out of it. "That's enough, kid. There's no point in mutilating a dead body." His voice didn't sound annoyed as it usually did.

Very slowly, he walked toward me. I didn't take my eyes off him the entire time. He gently pried the shard from my hands and disintegrated it. "Come on. Let's get you cleaned up. Follow my voice."

Entranced, I did as he said. I got up and followed him. He walked to the bathroom with his back facing it the entire time, eyes never leaving mine. When we reached the bathroom, he said, "Take off your gloves and bandages." I took off my gloves and bandages. "Turn on the taps." I turned on the taps. "Lather your hands with soap and water." I lathered my hands with soap and water. "Now rub your hands on your face- Don't look in the mirror!"

Too late. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My face was painted red from blood. My hair, once white when night fell, was splotched with red. My horns were completely doused in blood. Some of it was drying and some of it was dripping onto my chest. My silver eyes looked manic. Wild. I looked like a demon. I didn't recognize this part of myself. I spread the soap along my face and cleansed myself of the blood. I poured handfuls of water over my head. Once I looked a bit more like myself, I turned off the sink taps, only to turn on the bathtub taps. I unbuttoned my shirt and held it under the water flow, watching the blood flow into the drain. I chanced a glance at Shigaraki-sama. Though his head was in my direction, his eyes were clearly somewhere else. "I'm covered in bandages. It's not a problem if you look."

"Thanks, but no thanks." He continued to keep his eyes averted. Once my shirt was cleaned of the blood, I wrung it and wore it back. He looked back at me. "Can't you just dry your shirt with your fire or air quirk? Why are you wearing it wet?"

"Because I need to save my energy, and I don't want to suffer another flare right now."

"Hmm. Let's get going."

We left the same way we came. Once we were a good distance away from the manor, I removed my illusions from the cameras and windows. Kurogiri's warp gate appeared, and we passed through. We arrived at the named news channel building. I turned invisible and left one of the USBs inside a dropbox with a note that said, "CONFIDENTIAL."

We went back through the gate, where Kurogiri was already waiting for us. He was about to ask me how my first kill went, but Shigaraki-sama held up a hand, wordlessly telling him now was not the best time to ask. Kurogiri bid me a good night and opened his third gate, the one to the bedroom in the Hanada mansion. Just as I was about to step, through, Shigaraki-sama stopped me. "Wait, kid! Just before you go, you should know that I don't want you to call me Shigaraki-sama. Just Shigaraki. The 'sama' part pisses me off."

I smiled softly. "Goodnight Kurogiri. Goodnight Shigaraki."

He finishes himself inside me. As he extricates himself, he growls again. "You go to school and study hard now, huh, Flower. And once you come back, finish all your homework quickly because I sure as hell am not going to give you any time to do any." He gives me a parting kiss. "See you tonight, Flower."

I've changed my mind. You were going to be one of the last ones I killed on my list. Now you will be one of the first.

Mr. Pro-Hero, thirty days from now, I will murder you.

Citations:

"The deal is the deal." - Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo.