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TRIGGER WARNING: Story content deals with sensitive, yet skiable, subjects that may offend or trigger certain individuals: prostituting children, child abuse, and sexual assault.

For those who want to skip such scenes they are in the form of a flash back and will be italicized. Though such scenes contain no explicit details there will be no doubt to what is happening.

Prologue

Nen, a word given to name one's aura. The source of one's life, the power of one's will. A fundamental yet an enigma. It expands one's life, grants unforeseen power, and heighten one's potential. All life posses such grand power and yet only the few wield it. Its existence best kept secret as abuse can spell ruin with the crimson blood of thousands. Those who face such oppressing dangers rush headlong into the thralls of death. Using their power of Nen to protect life as we all know it. Those few brave souls who dare oppose such odds are called Hunters.

Even so, these impressive few are not invulnerable. To face impending doom often ends in sacrifice. Sometimes such sacrifices are not enough to win the tide of war. The age of terror always begins at the peak of golden times. Sending the world spiraling down in an uncontrollable torrent of chaos. None as prominent now as the Succubus of Ni.

She is a scarred shadow seen only by the illumination of her eyes, a dark crimson glow. Red rubies acting as harbingers of destruction for those unfortunate enough to lay their own eyes on them. Only a handful have ever come out alive. Even then they peer over their shoulders for those orbs watching from the shadows.

The Succubus of Ni is named after the massacre of a village with the same titular name. Ni was so small it was hardly seen on any map, yet the Succubus came through and wiped out all life in this remote dwelling. All that remained were the shriveled husks of all the men and women who resided in their homes. Every crisped corpse twisted in agony, stretched like rubber, and caked in blood. First sightings of these remains convinced surveyors that they weren't even human, but strange creatures encroaching on human territory. It was only due to the results of DNA analysis that informed the world of the truth. Even then, it was only the beginning of the ensuing dark era.

The Succubus of Ni appeared again, ransacking the nearby city of Glen. The Hunters who were there didn't stand a chance. The sole survivor told the world that the city was a horror show. The demon would capture one of the Hunters and then tear their clothes off. Then she would proceed to rape her prey. After the poor soul would wither away into a dry husk, all the while increasing the power of the deamoness on the prowl. An enticing quarry for the bravest of Hunters. A bounty was placed on the Succubus' head immediatly.

Hunters, mercanaries, and other various other prideful groups from around the world began searching for this creature, but those who found her dreaded their hubris. The remains of self-proclaimed warriors would be found in the wake of her stride. Men and women, both were never spared. The unheard of power cast dread to the far corners of the world and those who knew of Nen could not fathom how it came to be. This creature not only killed, but stole Nen from all her victims, binding them to her own. Both increasing her power and her abilities. Special traits of specific Hunters taken by this creature of the night.

Many Nen Users began worshiping her as a goddess, a being beyond their understanding and grasp. Hunters fled from the words uttering her name. Once she may have been the prey, but now she made prey out of Hunters. Desperate, the world turned to anyone who could face such a monster. May it be the Phantom Troupe, malicious thieves who thrive upon the deaths of others, or may it be supernatural entities promising protection. No matter which way people turned, it seemed hopeless. The desperation mounted when the world heard the Succubus of Ni had claimed a member of the Phantom Troupe in her claws, stealing their power.

As a last ditch effort, the Hunter Association set a trap with their best Hunters. Despite this, the Succubus fought diligently and overcame the odds using all the Nen Abilities at her disposal. Luckily, before any of these brave Hunters could be killed, the strongest of them all appeared. The twelfth Chairman of the Hunter Association, Isaac Netero.

The Succubus of Ni stood over the battlefield, red eyes boring through the air and into the calm expression of Netero. Two horns protrude from her scalp, devil wings waving from her hips, and a demon tail wagging from her tailbone. Blood dripped down the woman's body, barley adorned by any covering. It was like promiscuous armor, exposing so much skin around the tentacle like arms embracing her form. Small plating over her breasts encompass her top and small armor more like a bikini covered her lower realms. Her hands and feet were completely covered in the same dark armor, but as the platting reached closer to her torso it frays off like a worn rope. The exposure all over reveals open wounds covering her head to foot. In spite of the damage done to her person she smiled devilishly toward the senior.

Netero stood tall and proud, his expression calm yet solid. The only hair on his head were the long beard the bent toward the sky, a bushy mustache under his nose, long eyebrows that droop off his face, and a small area near the back of his scalp where the hair grew out to be wrapped and stick up like a paintbrush. His shirt was white with blue sleeves, blue shorts over his legs, and only ankle socks on his feet. Though old he may be, his body was built more like a buff body builder, defined and powerful in each movement he made.

Netero took a deep breath and clapped his hands together in a solemn prayer. A golden ball brimmed from his palms and flew back behind him. It expanded, like a new born sun growing brilliantly. Growing taller and taller. Like a ripple in water, a wave passed over the light. From its base to its top. Detail began to etch into the ball. As if a golden statue were being casted before them all. A statue with several arms on each side. The statue took the same stance as Netero. The old man opened his eyes to stare at his foe.

The Succubus began chortling, the same depraved smile present. She took a step toward the old man, body humped over lazily. Netero just waved a hand to the side.

In whirlwind, one of the statue's hands swung. It struck the Succubus sending her careening into a hill. Debris showered the landscape. Red eyes pelted from the dust and toward the old man. Netero swung his hand again. The statue struck the woman into the ground. Another hand bated her to the side. A third battered her into the air. Two hands smashed into her in a clap. Then a final hand jabbed her into the distance. The Succubus smashed into the far mountain. The ground shook with vigor. The woman coughed up spew. Red splattering onto the ground.

"Do you wish to continue?" a raspy voice broke the air. She looked up to see Netero slowly walking toward her. His statue right behind him.

Her smile returned and she closed her eyes. Darkness swirled around her, consuming her form. Netero stopped, eyes narrowing in wait. The shadows lifted and a small form slowly stepped out. The same red eyes, the same twisted smile, the same lack of clothing. Only now in a much more youthful body.

Netero paused briefly, taken back by what appeared before him. Then his eyes closed and he shook his head. It's only a little girl. How tragic. What horrors were inflicted upon her to create this? What a shame. He opened his eyes and placed his hands together. "I will try and keep this painless."

The girl laughed, tilting her head to the side. "Why would you do such a thing? Don't you want ta smack me around some more? I don't mind. In fact. Please… continue. It makes me feel so special."

Ignoring her, he swung his arm down. The statue following suit. The Succubus dashed to the side, dodging by a hair. The second and third arm also dodged. The forth then pinned her to the ground. Netero suddenly dove away. A red hand almost digging into his side.

The senior skidded to a stop. Hand whipped outward. The statue then collided with the figure. The real Succubus went flying into the far wall. The fake Succubus quickly bore out of the giant hand and to the other end of the field.

Netero looked between the two. A slight smile on his face. "Very cleaver. I almost fell for it."

The fake Succubus slid herself to the floor, running a hand over her small body. "Was I not appealing?"

The real Succubus licked her lips. She stepped back bringing her fingers over her right eye. Her other hand delicately caressing her opposite hip. "Would two of me be more appetizing?"

The chairman's smile faded, and he looked down at the ground. "You are far too young to behave like this. I'm sorry for what you must have gone through. But I cannot allow you to continue. I must put an end to this."

Without looking up he raised his hands. The statue caught both Succubus flying through the air. Several arms batting them around. The two were flung across the area and into the mountain again. Netero thrust out his palm. Two palms slammed into the rocks. The Succubus zipped out from underneath and toward him.

He waved his arm to the side. The statue's hand smashed into the girl. She went flying and sprawled out on the floor. Her right arm attached only by a thread of skin. Netero slowly walked toward her. "You won't win. You may have more abilities, but you're still just a child."

The girl sat up as her eyes scanned over him. Her smile returned. She reached over and tore her arm off. Netero stopped. She closed her eyes and tilted her head up. Licking her lips she drove the arm into her mouth and took a large crunchy bite. Netero's eyes widen as he took a step back. She was eating her limb right in front of him. Blood dripped off her cheeks. It dribbled from her nose. Her teeth were now a deep shade of crimson. Crunching like hard candy permeated through the air. Finally the Succubus tenderly pushed in the remaining hand into her mouth. She crunched down onto the finger bones. Cracking and munching while she turned to Netero.

Her smile widened as she swallowed. Her blood soaked hand traveled down her face, across her breasts, down her stomach, and across her thigh. All leaving a red streak across her body. Her head leaned to the side as she raised her lump arm. "Want to see me erect?"

Red gushed from the lump, twitching fingers clawing out of the wound. It grew longer and longer. Blood dripping onto the floor. Netero watched speechless as this gore limb grew out of the wound. The fresh arm squeezed a fist as it faded to a natural skin hue and she brought it to her face. She licked the juices from the arm, making sure to keep eye contact with the old man. She only giggled, pushing herself up onto her feet and closing her eyes again.

Netero grimaced, clapping his hands together. Two hands came crashing into the Succubus. Crushing the girl in front of him. With a huff of air he glared at the hands. They suddenly shimmered. He froze in place as the two palms were pried away from each other. The Succubus looked him in the eyes. More blood poured down her face. Pooled over her body. Yet she still smiled. "You're so good with your hands. I just can't get enough. Couldn't you let me return the favor? This is all about you, after all. I don't want to have so much fun without you."

Flames erupted around her. She blasted away from the palms and streaked toward Netero. In a flash, the statue's hand swung. With a mighty plow the Succubus' head swung to the side and she flew over the hills. Netero shook off the initial shock and sprinted after her. In seconds he covered the mile and peered over the horizon.

The sea crashed over the rocks, roaring over the screams of high winds. Netero's beard fluttered around as he peered over the water. Even in the darkest of tunnels he could see a bat crawling over the cave ceiling. Hear a drop of water far off in the depths of a chasm. Despite all his senses at top performance he could not find the girl. He couldn't even feel the malicious aura expanding from her body. He must have hit her far off into the ocean. He cursed under his breath before turning around to return to the injured. There was no way for him to follow. He didn't have the ability to chase after someone over water. He doubted she had that ability either, but there was no doubt she survived that attack. In the very least, this fight will help him prepare for the next incursion with such a creature.

Far off in the distance, a ship was rocked by a sudden crash. Water pulsated into the hull and pelted the unsuspecting crew. The men scrambled for the deck, calling for an immediate evacuation.

The captain shoved open his door. "What's all the racket!?"

"The ship is takin' on water captain!"

"What hit us?"

"We don't know, but there's a massive hole on the starboard!"

"Lower the main sail!"

"But-!"

"I SAID LOWER THE MAIN SAIL!" The men scattered from the captain's voice and rushed to obey. The captain stuck his pipe into his mouth, groveling as he marched toward the wheel. "Point us toward the nearest land, lads! This ship here's still sea worthy! A little water won't sink her!"

"Man overboard!"

"Wha?!" The captain spun around as several men began tossing rope into the water. He stormed up to them as they fished whoever it is out of the water.

All the men stared on speechless at the small little body of a girl. She couldn't have been more than twelve years old. Yet there was not a single piece of clothing strung on her body, not even torn strands of string. Scratches, open wounds, and blood pooled over her skin. The unnatural pale made her look dead already. The most notable, however, was the gaping gash over her head, parts of her skull were exposed to the air they breath. Everyone standing around only look on her scratching their heads, looking toward each other as if someone may explain this.

Seeing their complacency, the captain growled. He seized a sailor by their shirt and tore it off him. "Don't stand around like drownin' fish! Get some cloth on her!" He wrapped her in the shirt and lifted her up. "Get us to shore! She needs a proper doctor! You there!" He snapped at one of his men. "Look out for more!"

"But the ship-!"

"Is fine! Get ta lookin'!"

All hands on deck rushed away as they shouted, "Aye, aye sir!"

The captain lifted the girl into his arms and rushed into the ship. He kicked open the door and barked at the first man he saw. "Get me yer spare clothes, pronto!"

The sailor looked at the unconscious girl, the color drained from his face and he raced away. The captain placed the girl down on chair before shaking her shoulder. "Hey, ya alrigh'? Can you hear me?"

The girl flinched, and her eyes swayed open like a groggy dog. She looked up at him, staring blankly at his features like she saw only fog. Then those eyes filled with fear. She shivered at his touch and pulled away. "No! Please! No! Don't touch me! Please!"

Her hand shoved against his chest and he was sent flying off her. He crashed into the floor and bumped his head against the wall. He clasped his hand over the stinging and shook his head.

The girl stared at him, eyes filled with shock. She fell back into the cloth, wrapping the dirty shirt closer to her body. "I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please. Don't… don't hurt me. I didn't mean to…" She cut herself off, sobbing into the covering.

The captain stood up, shaking off the woozy vertigo pulling on his stomach. "Ahh, it don't matter. Been through worse with my old man." His eyes traveled her slim body curiously. How the hell she throw me like that? I ain't no anchor, but I ain't no lightweight either.

He cracked his head to the side and slowly walked up to her. "This be my ship, the Kaijinmaru. We found ya bobbing in the waters. Where're ya from?"

"From?" The girl looked up at him, eyes glistening. "I-I… I don't… remember."

"What do ya remember?"

"B-blood."

"Blood?"

"S-someone was bleeding. I-I can still taste blood in my mouth. Like… it was going down my throat." The undeniable iron flavor was just saturating her tongue. Caking every inch and it made her sick.

"Yer bleedin' righ' now."

She opened the shirt and stared down at her body. She yelped and pulled the shirt tighter over her body. "Why am I naked!?"

"We found ya like that. Don't know how yer not cold, but hardly what matters righ' now. Were you attacked?"

"I… no?"

"Well, what's yer name?"

"My name?" The girl looked up at the captain.

The door opened and a sailor rushed into the cabin. "Captian! We found land!"

The captain turned to address him. "Where?!"

"Southeast, sir! Whale Island!"

"Whale Island? Better than nothin'. Make haste!"

"Aye, aye!" The man rushed back out, closing the door behind him.

The captain rubbed his temple and turned to the girl. "Ya know Whale Island?"

"N-no."

"Then yer not from 'round these parts. Do ya have any family?"

The girl looked down. "No… they're all dead."

Closing his eyes, the captain knelt down. "Do you have a name, girly?"

Silence followed as the ship swayed side to side. The girl sniffed and looked up at him. "I… my name is… Sue."