Hello there. :)

So, as always, I'll say a few words about this story before it begins.

This fic's plot has been swimming in my head for a long time now (months actually), but I never posted it before because I didn't want to overload myself with fanfics to write. But, I couldn't help but write the ideaand the first chapter down and, as you know, once you wrote it down, you want people to read it... So I'm posting it. I hope to be able to update this monthly or, at minimun, every other month. It depends on the reception this story will receive.

Now, about the story itself.

As per usual with my stories, this fanfic is OC-centric (I swear, one day I'll post something OC-free!). It tells a story of girl that showed up in Meteor City at a young age with no memory of who she was or where she came from.

Pairings will include: NonCon OCxOC, one-sided OcxGing (poor Ging gets to be stalked...), some OCxOC and, eventually, the main pairing: a very disfunctional and emontionally unhealthy (and somewhat NonCon at the begining) OCxIllumi.

Also, this is rated M for a reason. Warnings: bad language, strong references of eugenics, slavery, genocide, mentions of torture, mentions of rape of minors, alcohol abuse by minors, prostitution of minors, psychological torture and... actually, I think that's enough.

Yes, this story has some quite heavy stuff on the begining, but, it lightens up when it gets to the cannon time-line.

Now, about this first chapter: it isn't reaaaally the first chapter. This is a prologue that will tell you the story of the protagonist's family: the Castere. :)

Disclaimer (valid for all chapters): I don't own HunterxHunter or its characters or Nen. I only own the plot and the Ocs.

Still, I hope you like this chapter! =)

Update (20/06/2015): Thanks to a friendly warning that this site doesn't tolerate explicit content like lemons (I should've read the rating guidelines more closely -.-), I've decided to remove all of the explicit smut from this fic. I have read many fics here with graphic content and honestly find it a little silly to forbid us from posting these kind of stuff here, but I've been told that many people had their fics deleted because of it and I really don't want to risk it... :(

To those of you who enjoy lemons and whatnot: do not fret! I have posted the full version of my MA-rated chapters in AO3 (archiveofourown ENDPOINT org/works/3906163/chapters/8741686). Actually, this whole fic is already uploaded there (a friend of mine likes that site and had asked me to do so, so the proccess was half-finished already by the time I got that warning) and, whenever there is smut in a chapter, I'll give you the link for the full version of it in AO3. ;)

A long time ago, somewhere in the middle of nowhere, a Family reigned absolute.

Each and all soul that lived nearby had to pay tributes to the Family. Crops and animals, gold and handicrafts, sons and daughters… Whatever the Family demanded, the Family received.

That was all thanks to the Family's power: the power to summon 7 entities or guardians or monsters or angels or demons… the summoned creatures were known by all of these names.

It does not matter how you call them. Names do not matter. The only thing that matters is power, and that they had to spare.

Every generation, a child with rainbow eyes was born. The chosen one, if you will; the one who could summon the Family's guardians. This child was the Family's treasure and, as such, was kept locked inside the Palace's walls, forbidden to see anything besides its luscious gardens and forbidden to be seen by anyone that did not belong to the Family. Not even the servants that worked in the Palace as much as glimpsed the chosen ones.

Many a time, the people subjugated by the Family believed the demons to be gone because of the isolation of the chosen ones. Because of that, many a time, these servants, for there was no better name for them, revolted against the Family.

"It has been 15 years since we last saw those demons…"

"Thank the gods for that. I hope we never need to see them again."

"Idiot! Don't you see? The demons are gone! It's our time to attack!"

Naïve fools…

14 times the servants rebelled against the Family. 14 times they were massacred. To this day, their skulls and bones ornament the Palace's walls and gardens.

Only after watching their friends and family be slaughtered 14 times, only after paying this blood price, did the servants accept in their hearts that the demons would never leave the Family. The guardians were bound to serve the Family, just as much as they were.

And so, the servants resigned themselves to serve the Family without question, masquerading hate and desire for revenge in cold and complete submission. A cruel status quo was achieved.

Until Aon was born. A pretty boy, with rainbow eyes.

Aon had always been a morbid child. Obsessed with the idea of death since he was three, Aon did not let a day go by without watching something die. First, he had to contempt himself to pluck insects legs out of their bodies, one by one. Then, when he was big enough, he turned his eyes to the Palace's pets. Then, when he understood the power he had, his eyes settled on the Palace's servants.

Of course, the Family denied Aon nothing, for he was their treasure, their warrior and protector. Never had the Family demanded for so many living tributes from the servants. The hate of the servants knew no boundaries at that time, but their fear was still too great.

But then, Aon's rainbow eyes turned to the Family itself. To his grandfathers and grandmothers, uncles and aunts, cousins, brothers and sisters, mother and father.

That, the Family could not allow. For the good of the Family, Aon had to be killed.

But, no one was as strong as the chosen one's guardians and they were always by their master's side. No one could even get close to Aon. No one but Mirabelle, his eldest sister, the only person in the world Aon loved wholeheartedly, the only person he would never harm, the only person he trusted.

She was perfect.

"Poison through a kiss… Such a romantic but sad ending you gave him, Mirabelle."

"Anything for the Family."

Aon's madness was taken as a warning: no one should be allowed to have all of the powers the angels had to offer. To concentrate so much power in just one person… it left the Family completely at his mercy. And who could assure that no future chosen one would be as mad as Aon?

No one.

To avoid any other incidents, the next chosen one was forced to seal his guardians in 7 different kinds of instruments: a mirror, two chackrams, a necklace's crown-shaped pendant, a scythe, a bow, two bracelets and a staff.

These instruments were locked inside a Sealed Room in the Palace's basement that prevented the chosen one from summoning the weapons at his will. From then on, the chosen one could only use three instruments, chosen by the Family's elders, at a time.

Only the Family's elders knew how to undo the seal and open the door to take the instruments out of the room and allow they, and they alone, to be summoned according to the chosen one's will. As an extra-security measure, two people were required to undo the seal and only one could walk in the room; the other should wait at the door to keep it from closing and the seal from redoing itself.

The entities were not happy with this decision.

"HOW COULD THEM?! AFTER ALL WE'VE DONE FOR THEM, THEY WILL LOCK US AWAY?!"

"Outrageous."

"Unc Un?"

"It was to be expected, after what little Aon did."

"It'z ztill no ezcuze."

"Indeed it is not. So many years of loyal service should not be erased by one, single mistake. One mistake that was not even ours. But, worry not, my friends, it will come the day for us to take our revenge."

"Don't say such things, dumbass! We should not be plotting revenge as if we were heartbroken lovers! We should be ready to forgive them! They are just stupid humans after all; they are bound to make mistakes."

A few years, it was all it took the chosen one to learn how to use his guardians' powers in that material form. There was resentment inside most of the guardians' hearts, but their powers were still controlled by the chosen one.

All but one: the power of Iadbo, the Guardian of Shadows.

Iadbo was the guardian with the greatest power to kill. Also, he was the guardian that loved the Family the most and, therefore, the one that was hurt the most by the Family's decision of sealing them away in simple instruments. The betrayal this guardian felt at being casted aside like that, at being reduced from a member of the Family to a simple possession, was indescribable. The love he once felt towards the Family became hate, and the desire to protect became the desire to kill. The murderous intent was so great that no chosen one could wield his weapon and no normal Family members could get close to it without falling sick.

As a result, Iadbo's instrument was permanently locked away inside the Sealed Room. It was a good measure to keep Iadbo's murderous intent away from sickening the Family's members. It was even better to deepen Iadbo's hate towards them.

It is worth to mention: all of the Palace's servants were killed at the time. It would be disastrous for the Family if the information about the guardians' sealment leaked to the outside servants. They could not find out about that. At least, not until the new chosen one had complete control over the instruments.

After all the weapons, with the exception of Iadbo's, were completely mastered, the Family allowed the information about the guardians being sealed away to "leak". As predicted, the servants were quick in believing that the Family was now defenseless.

It had been too long since the last massacre. The servants needed to be reminded of just how powerful the Family truly was.

Decades later, something unprecedented happened: two children with rainbow eyes were born: the twins Regal III and Syrea. It was the first and only case in which two relatives, twins or not, had the power.

Now, all of the six weapons could be used without overpowering just one person: three for each twin. And, if one of the brothers went mad, the other could stop him. It was just wonderful! Nothing could go wrong!

But, as it usually happens when humans are involved, perfection turned into chaos.

Since Aon, Regal and Syrea were the first ones to truly befriend all of their guardians. They understood the angels' wrath and wanted to put an end to it. They wanted to right their predecessors' mistake; they wanted to set their angels free once again.

And so, the twins investigated how to undo the seals of their weapons and the one of the Sealed Room.

"We'll release Iadbo first. After all we've done to him, he deserves it."

Romantic fools…

On the darkest hour of a stormy night, the twins made their way to the Sealed Room. Regal walked in there and summoned his weapons. From his place at the door, Syrea did the same.

After all of the instruments were there, Regal turned to Iadbo's scythe and released the Guardian of Shadows.

Without batting an eye, Iadbo killed Regal and Syrea. Then, he unsealed his fellow entities.

"My friends, I told that our chance to revenge ourselves would come, did I not? Well, rejoice! Here it is!"

The guardians said nothing, they just stared at Regal and Syrea's - their only friends in decades of imprisonment – bodies.

"Why so silent, my friends? Do not tell me you grief for these two boys. Well, no matter then, I shall acquire revenge for all of us by myself. Worry not, I will tell our Family that you all sent your regards."

Syrea's body had stood in the doorway, preventing the door from closing and being sealed again and allowing Iadbo to pass.

In seconds, terrified screams could be heard through the whole Palace. Those screams continued for long, cruel minutes, until the other entities broke out of their stupor and, in a fit of rage for the murder of the twins, defeated Iadbo and sealed him back in his instrument.

"I will never forget this, my friends! I will NEVER FORGIVE this! Mark my words: you WILL regret betraying me!"

And they regretted it all too soon; the Family did not discriminate in delivering punishment to their angels. As soon as Iadbo was defeated and sealed back in his weapon, the other guardians were returned to their own as well. And, all of them were locked away in the Sealed Room forever.

All but one: Namid, the Guardian of Cure.

Namid's power was far too inoffensive to pose a threat and far too useful to be discarded. This guardian, which was sealed in the crown-shaped pendant, was passed down from chosen one to chosen one.

Unlike most of the other guardians, Namid never cared much for the Family; she cared for the chosen ones. And it was not her beloved chosen ones that sealed her away in that ridiculous, indigo-colored necklace, so there was no reason for her to feel betrayed. Namid was ready to serve her beloved chosen ones as they saw fit.

Once again, the Family killed of the Palace's servants so the information about the guardians' new catastrophe did not leave the Palace.

But that was not enough to ensure the Family's safety.

"We cannot remain as defenseless as we are now! We need new guardians."

"New guardians? What do you suggest? Oh, I know! Why do we not travel to their dimension and explain that the big seven that served us did not behave so we sealed them away. I am sure we will receive new guardians then!"

"Idiot! That was not what I meant. I want us to find ourselves human guardians."

"Bring outsiders in the Palace… Ridiculous."

"You want people defending us? Against all of those insects?"

"Have you gone mad?! We would have to find an army to fight of those rabid dogs that surround our Palace."

"We are not the only ones in the world with special powers. A few… No, ONE person, strong and very skillful, will be enough."

"It still will be an outsider. I say we leave things as they are. The rats have no knowledge about our current situation; they will not dare to attack us. The 15 Massacres were not for nothing."

"The 15 Massacres will not keep us safe forever! For how long do you think they will keep those dogs at bay? If they were smart enough to learn their lesson, they would have learned it with the first one!"

"He is right. It is better to hire a guardian than trust our luck alone; we need some sort of protection."

"And who exactly do you suggest we hire? A Hunter?"

"Not all Hunters are as skilled as they claim to be. We need an assassin, a master in killing from the shadows, without being noticed."

"Yes! This way we can discard the revolting rats silently. They will never find out we lost our guardians!"

"Those dogs walk in packs and you know it! Who in the world is so skillful as to erase one of them without the others spotting him?"

"You know who."

"What ar… No, you cannot mean…"

"Yes. Maha Zoldyck."

"And why not? We have the money to pay him for a lifetime!"

"Maha Zoldyck. We are very pleased to have you here."

"I trust my letter arrived you before I did. You are aware about my price and conditions, correct?"

"They are perfectly acceptable. But, we do wish to extend the contract's duration. May-"

"No. Five years, that is the time limit for my contract. After that, you'll have to find someone else to defend you."

"Very well."

Find someone else they did. A wandering teenager in a little boy's body, lost and longing for a family. Spurned from his homeland for his slow aging process, the 17 years old child was found during a hunt, on the woods that surrounded the Palace.

His name was Elmsy and his power was Conjuring. And, he was skilled, oh so skilled at it. Elmsy was special; he did not limit himself to the conjuration of one item alone. He could materialize anything he wanted; from cups to scissors to swords to war-hammers to catapults to… himself.

Yes, himself.

In a couple of years, the Family's guardian became two. After a few more years, two became five. After a couple of decades, five became twenty. Twenty strong and skilled guardians that loved the Family irrationally and seemed to be able to live forever.

One more massacre was in order. For the servants to taste the Family's new strength and for the Family to test Elmsy's loyalty.

And so, a new massacre, just like all the others, occurred.

Yes, Elmsy was perfect. He would commit all the atrocities the Family asked of him with a smile on his face.

"You have done well, Elmsy. We are very proud of you."

"Anything for the Family."

Anything indeed, after all, how could Elmsy deny the Family anything? They were so kind… they accepted him in his ranks promptly, despite his freakish growth and abilities! That meant he was part of the Family now, right? And family did anything for family, no matter the nightmares that came afterwards.

Naïve fool…

Decades passed. Elmsy's body grew and, with it, his self-confidence. He was a handsome young man now; certainly, if he wished to go somewhere, no one would spurn him as before. He could, no, he wanted to know what was behind the Palace's walls. But, even if he left all of his copies behind, the Family would never allow him to leave, no matter if it was just for a few weeks. He would have to do it in secret.

It was selfish of him to leave his family like that… but he wanted to be a little selfish. He wanted so much to know what was out there… And it would only be for a few weeks.

"Elmsy! Elmsy!"

"Hey, if it is not my rainbow butterfly! How are you doing, sweetheart?"

"You leaving, Elmsy?"

"Wha- W-Who told you that?"

"I gone to you room to play and you not there. But big bags was; full of you clothes!"

"You used our secret passage, right?"

"Y-Yes."

"Arysa! I told you before, that passage is for emergencies only!"

"Sorry! But I wanted to play! And you not answered my question! You leaving me?"

"Of course not, butterfly. I could never leave you."

"But you going away! The bags!"

"Hehehe, sometimes you are too smart for your own good. Now, come here… You know I have not been out of this Palace for many decades, right?"

"Yes."

"I know nothing of the world, and I wish to find out. That is why I will travel around it."

"So you leaving me!"

"Only for a few weeks, butterfly."

"The elders know?"

"N-NO! I mean, they cannot know. You see, they would not like me leaving them, even if just for a while."

"I no like you leaving me! Who play and protect me then?"

"All of my copies will be here to play with you and protect you. There will be 19 of me at your disposal."

"But I like you you better! The others have no feelings! They boring!"

"Hahahaha… You are so adorable when you pout like that!"

"No change subject!"

"Okay, Sergeant Rainbow Butterfly! My apologies. But, it will be only for a few weeks; you will not even notice I am not here. Also, you have your cousin Vesyr to play with!"

"Bah! Vesyr is boring."

"Do not say that; he is very fond of you. I even heard rumors that you two may end up marrying in the future."

"What?! No! I want marry you!"

"Hahahahahahaha! Butterfly, you are 4 years old; I am 87. I am too old for you!"

"But Sis Allie said you youth is evers- evelas- ev-"

"Everlasting?"

"Yes! So, when I grow, we can marry!"

"Things do not work like that, butterfly. But, worry not, you have many cousins, brothers and even uncles about your age to choose from. I am sure no one will make you marry Vesyr if that is not your wish."

"What is difference? They all look same! White hair, white skin and black eyes!"

"It is in your blood. I happen to found the Family's white hair and skin very beautiful."

"I like your black hair and tanned skin more… And your eyes! They are green!"

"Yours are rainbow."

"… I hate my eyes."

"Do not say that!"

"But I do! Because them, I no can walk free in the Palace! And I can never leave like you!"

"That is because they are too precious, butterfly. You are the Family's treasure and all treasures must be kept safe, away from the wrong eyes."

"You mean the rats?"

"Exactly."

"… Elmsy, who the rats? Why they the rats?"

"Because that is what they were born to be, butterfly. They are not as good as us, so they must serve quietly."

"So they servants?"

"No, servants are people. They are rats."

"But you said-"

"Arysa, Family is Family and rats are rats, that is all there is to it. Alright?"

"Alright…"

"Namid, I no understand why servants rats."

"That's because you're a dumbass."

"I not!"

"Yes, you are."

"Well, if you so smart, explain!"

"… eh… Know what? I have no time for this nonsense. Go bug Elmsy."

"Elmsy busy preparing. He leave tomorrow."

And so, Elmsy left.

Without him in the Palace to provide energy for his copies, three days later, they disappeared.

"It is a disaster! Where is Elmsy?!"

"No one can find him! He is not in the Palace!"

"We cannot waste any more time. We must kill all the inside rats at once! We cannot allow them to pass this information to the outside!"

Once again, all of the servants inside the Palace were murdered, but, this time, that did not keep the information from reaching the outside of the walls.

On the next night, a new massacre occurred. But, this time, the Family was on the receiving end.

"-KE UP! WAKE UP!"

"Eh…? Namid? It dark yet; why you screaming in my head?"

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

"Namid! What that?!"

"THERE'S NO TIME TO TALK! JUST RUN, DUMBASS!"

For once in her life, Arysa did as she was told without questioning her orders. Ignoring all of the screams, the chosen one went to the secret passage in her bedroom that took her straight to Elmsy's. There, the screams were not as loud as in her own room; the servants- no, the free men had passed through that part of the Palace already.

Slowly, the scared girl poked her head outside. Only to find blood, lots of blood, adorning the corridor's walls and floor, and bodies, dead bodies that belonged to her family.

"STOP STARING! RUN!"

Trying her best to ignore the sight and smell of death around her and the tears that were blurring her vision, Arysa ran away from the Palace's walls and into the forest that surrounded it. When she judged herself safe, the girl fell on all four and threw up, dirtying her hands and knees in the process.

That pitiful figure was found by one of the free men.

Wood axe in hand, the man watched the little girl before him put out all of the contents of her stomach. She was part of the Family, no doubt; her white hair and fine sleeping clothes were proof of that. He should kill her, he knew that, but…

But…

She was just a little girl, scared and alone. And he was no murderer; he was not part of the Family. He could not kill her.

But, he could not just leave her there either; no doubt a wolf would find and kill the girl. He could not take her back to the other free men; that would be like delivering her to death itself. And there was no way he would take care of her himself; he may not be a murderer, but he had not forgotten about all that her family did to his.

There was just one place in the world for the girl. Meteor City, the world's junkyard.

We accept everything. So don't take anything back.

It was perfect. The free man could take the little girl there. Now that there was no Family to force him to stay on that place, he could go wherever he wanted, and all he wanted was to go away. Away from the place where he was forced to work like a slave; away from the place where he watched his friends being whipped for not working enough; away from that place where his whole family was killed. The free man just wanted to leave, so why not to Meteor City?

Wordlessly, the man approached the girl and slammed the blunt side of his axe on the back of her head, making her lose consciousness. He stared at the girl's face, tear-streaked and dirty with earth and her own vomit, before picking her up and walking away.

Maybe this was justice… one of the little princesses that explored him and his family as if they were beasts had lost everything and was on her way to become trash.

The man shook his head. No… Justice did not come from torturing little girls; also, the gods were not good enough to give justice to anyone. This was just life.

Still, if there was some sort of kindness in the gods, not matter how small, the blow he delivered to the little girl's head would make her forget that night, forget the images of her family butchered like the bloodthirsty animals they were.

Little did the man know that his blow would make her forget more than that night; it would make her forget everything about herself.

That night's massacre was the end of the family Castere.

That blow was the death of Arysa Castere.

Ten days. Ten days lost in the woods and suffering from home-sickness was all it took for Elmsy to run back to the Palace.

When he arrived at the servants' village, a few miles away from his home, he knew something terrible had happened. The atmosphere wasn't nearly as somber as usual; Elmsy dared to say it was happy even.

Elmsy had never ran to anywhere as fast as he ran to the Palace that day.

Only to find death. In the gardens, and in every corridor and room, all there was in the Palace was death. No kids running around; no teenage lovers walking hand in hand; no group of adults smoking and chatting quietly by a window; no elder walking by himself with a disapproving frown on his face. No rainbow butterfly…

"ARYSA!"

Elmsy ran down to the basement. Maybe, just maybe, the elders locked the little girl inside the Sealed Room, where the rats could never reach. She was their treasure after all! They had to protect her!

But no. The Sealed Room was open, with the corpse of one of the elders keeping the door ajar. Inside it, another corpse and the weapons, but not all of them; the chackrams, the mirror and the bow were missing.

Grabbing the corpses, Elmsy let the door slam closed, giving the weapons one last glance over his shoulder; somehow, he almost could feel the entities inside them scream, but he did not know if it was in rage or grief.

Wordlessly, Elmsy materialized his 19 copies - the copies that should have been there to protect his family and his rainbow butterfly - and started cleaning up. He had failed the Family, the least he could do was give them a proper burial.

Then he would join them in the afterlife.

"I did not find her."

"Me neither."

"She was not there."

"No."

"Sorry."

"Her body was not in my area."

"No signs of her."

"Found her teddy bear on the floor, but not her."

"That is the one she gave Drea; it means nothing since the boy was found already. I did not see her either."

"No luck in my area."

"Nor in mine."

"That makes three of us."

"No butterfly on sight."

"All of mine had black eyes."

"Arysa was not in my area."

"She is not in wing L."

"Her bedroom is empty."

"Sorry, no luck."

"I am the last one to report? No one else found her? Really? Well, then the butterfly has flown away, for I did not find her either."

With all of the corpses found buried in the backyard and after two throughout searches through the Palace, Elmsy accepted that Arysa would not be found there.

Many possibilities were likely: the rats could have taken her to torture since she was the chosen one; she could have run away and died in the woods for there was no way she could survive the animals that inhabited them; or she could be alive. Elmsy grasped the last option and held onto it with all the hope he had inside of him.

His rainbow butterfly was alive somewhere.

That changed everything. He could not die with his family now; he had to meet her again and make sure she was safe. Only then, he could return to his home and rest in peace.

"Arysa… in the end, you were the one that left me."

And that is it for the prologue. Hope you enjoyed!

Also, if youhave the time, leave me a review telling me what you think. ;)

Kisses,

RedVoid