Novel & Cerita Mercy X Genji Fanfic

--- Thirteen Years Ago The scent of blood and ozone had been inescapable that night. Malcolm had found her—Genesis Walker—trembling in the shadows of her father’s laboratory. Her father, a genius scientist whose only crime was discovery, had been torn apart by Victor Hynes, the brutal henchman of Jacob Cross. Malcolm had arrived too late to save the man, but he would not lose the daughter. He had driven her to the international terminal under the cover of a blackout he’d engineered in the Council’s security grid.

She closes her eyes, too exhausted to argue, and I sit there holding her hand and watching her breathe, counting each rise and fall of her chest like I’m afraid if I stop paying attention it might just stop altogether. The door opens behind me. I don’t turn around at first because I assume it’s a nurse coming to check vitals or adjust her IV, but then I hear Mara’s voice. “So you actually showed up.” I turn around and Mara’s standing there with her arms crossed tight over her chest, wearing that old denim jacket she refuses to throw away even though it’s got a rip in the sleeve. Her hair’s pulled back in a ponytail that’s half falling out and there are shadows under her eyes that make her lo

Charles and Sierra—the so-called obedient children of mine—kept their heads lowered with inscrutable expressions, making it impossible to guess what they were pondering in their minds. In that instant, the injustices I had endured in my past life rushed over me like a tidal wave. I took a deep breath and clenched my fists, my fingernails digging into my palms until they bled. I completely ignored the pain as I tried to force down the overwhelming resentment in my heart.

Chapter Eleven. Mercy's POV. I woke up to a dull ache spreading throughout my body, a harsh reminder of last night’s situation. My muscles felt like they’d been stretched to their limits and then some. I groaned as I tried to sit up, the memories of the shift flooding back into my mind. The ropes, the pain, John’s unyielding commands, it all played on a loop in my head, and I was honestly tired. I was lost in thought when the door creaked open. John stepped into the room, his expression as unreadable as always. He looked at me for a moment, his eyes searching mine before he spoke.

“This also means that the lands are now open to anyone and anything.” "It's been a while since I've set foot on solid ground," he says, introducing himself as Mercy, from the depths of hell. A sly grin spreads across his face as I try to hide my shock - after all, his reputation precedes him. "Ah, it seems my reputation precedes me," Mercy remarks with a chuckle, his eyes ablaze with intensity. “I propose gathering all the people who share your dislike for Skyler and finding a suitable location to strategize. The longer we delay, the stronger she will grow, so we need to act swiftly,” Mercy suggests, gesturing with his hands.

“Well, he clearly regrets it, Mercy. His decision. Look what he did? To the women? He tried to turn them into you.” “I know. That just makes it worse. He became a monster. A twisted, perverted monster. I was in love with him. And look at him now.” “Do you still love him?” Jonathan asked. “It was six years ago. A long time.” “But do you? Do you still love him?” Mercy turned to Jonathan and fixed her eyes on his. “What do you think?” Her eyes flashed anger. “Could you? Could you love a monster?” Jonathan understood then. Mercy was grappling with a lot of complex emotions. She had been rejected by her love because of her blood line. And now? The man she once loved was a twisted psychopath. That

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Xander sneered and held out his hand. Genino didn’t even seem begrudging as he kneeled before Xander and brought the Don’s ring clad hand to his lips, “Thank you for your mercy, Don.” He practically sobbed. “This is not my mercy. You are to spend the rest of your life repenting for the sins of your blood. You are the disgrace of the great name that is Mafioso.” Xander spat and took a large step back. “I’m sorry.” Genino all but cried. The man once mighty to anyone who heard his name had since fallen from greatness.

They burst in showers of sparks, hissing out one by one. “I know your arteries,” she hissed into the code. “And I’m tying this one off *my* way.” MERCY crackled but held her imprint threading through it like dark filigree. Its rollback flag spasmed, then froze, hardening into a lock icon that bore her name. The void pulsed again, a beat stronger this time. Jax swallowed hard. “Guess this is where the support class stops pretending he’s not part of the main quest,” he muttered, voice unsteady.