𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

~𝟙~

NEW FRUIT

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The dim light of the street below was the only source of light that filled your room. It seemed to set the mood to your excruciating bloodlust that lies within you. All you desired in a good fight was causing pain to others. Soon enough this desire will ease because in three days, you'll be taking the Hunter Exam for the first time. Since you've left your hometown at 16, this has been your only goal so far. Blood shed has always attracted your eye and the hunter's license can give you exactly what you want: assassination.

You figured you should calm yourself for the next three days considering how excited you've gotten over this exam. Years of hard work and training will pay off finally. You close the curtains to the window peering the streets and settle in your bed. As you doze off, memories from back when you started training in your hometown were flowing through your mind.

"Ah [Y/N]! Use this." Your father shouted and handed you satin red ribbons.

"What's this for?" You questioned your father but accepted the ribbons anyway.

"These ribbons can be your weapon to fight the bad guys."

"But they're so soft.. They can never kill anyone."

"If you put your mind to it, you can do anything you want to anyone..with just these ribbons."   Leaving the sentence at that, he bolted them out of your hands and swung them at a practice dummy. The dummy split in half and fell on its side. Your eyes widened and you giggled at the sight.

"Ha-ha, you see? Now I want you to hold on to these and soon we can get you to do what I just did."

For as long as you could remember, your father has always been there to raise and train you. He was known as a pro hunter by the locals but it never occurred to you how dangerous he could be. Your innocence slowly slipped away the more you craved to satisfy your urges, although you yourself never noticed. Those urges being to bring people down in a pool of their own blood. Your father only encouraged this behavior but you never questioned it. If it benefits you, you do it anyway.

The day you turned 16 was when your father confessed to killing your mother. He considered it to be prideful and not once regretted it. He described her as having 'terrified eyes and nonstop squirming' in her last moments. She never knew about his cravings. The last that she remembers was a loving husband and a daughter with high expectations to become even stronger than her father. She died in the hands of a psychopath. Your father convinced you that it was the only thing to do and you chose to believe him. This seemed to be on your mind for the rest of the week, sending chills down your spine. The thought of an innocent person begging for their life as you plunge a blade in their body was all you craved now.

In the following week, your father remarked your desires as he notices it seeps through usually around your birthday month. He could barely control his aura out of aggressiveness rather than pure will, but so do you. Both of you set out to the woods nearby at midnight. He repeated what he told you years ago; "Be the assassin you always wanted to be. Cast your ribbons to the weak. Only the red light will they see."

The next few moments enveloped your true purpose. You release a red aura, hard to look away from. An energy so dark but so intriguing. All you thought about was the blood shed that came with such strong aura. Your father stood meters from you with a large grin on his face feeling proud of what he's created. Your hands were engulfed with protruding veins and receiving strength so incredible that the trees nearby were swaying away, forming a large circular opening to the forest. Your father gave you one last goodbye knowing what was about to happen.