Blurb: The stage is sacred. The fans, the fuel. The idols? Not human. HUNTRIX rules the idol world—famous, flawless, and secretly hunters of the supernatural. But something’s changing. The fallen sirens—Adagio!Reader, Aria, and Sonata—feel their lost power stir again through the Saja Boys’ music. They want back in. Caught between hunters and rising demons, the battle begins—where lyrics kill, and only one song makes it to the final chorus.
Full blurb here
Chapter 1
“Magic,” Reader breathed, a sinister grin crawling up her face like a shadow coming home.
The word tasted right. Ancient. Familiar.
Beside her, Aria and Sonata tilted their heads to the sky, eyes fluttering shut for just a second as they let it in—let the hum of power thread into their bones like warmth seeping under the skin. The air was cool, but it pulsed now, alive with energy that hadn't been there moments ago.
“Now this,” Aria muttered with a dark chuckle, cracking her neck and scanning the skyline, “this is getting good.” Her gaze was hungry, sharp, whipping around in search of the source like a predator scenting fresh blood.
Without another word, the trio began moving. Drawn forward by instinct more than intention. Down the emptying street, past flickering signs and the distant honk of taxis. Toward the thrum that tugged at their ribs like a string pulled taut.
The music—still faint but present—was calling to them. Seductive. Commanding.
A siren song for the sirens.
Ahead, the city opened up. Towering lights. Screaming fans. The heart of Seoul lit like a living creature.
And in its center, nestled in gold and neon, sat the venue.
Massive. Alive.
Breathing magic.
Reader narrowed her eyes, scanning the area as they slowed their steps. The pulses were clearer now—radiating outward from the building like sonar waves.
Someone—or something—was casting. Not chaos. Not demonic.
Something else.
Something old.
Her fingers twitched.
She didn’t know it yet, but she wasn’t hunting prey.
She was walking straight into the lair of the hunters.
Reader’s eyes scanned the city again, one last sweep—until they locked onto something. Or rather, someone.
A pair of chocolate brown eyes stared back at her.
She froze.
They weren’t real eyes, not truly. Just a hyper-saturated image blown up across the side of a sky-high building. A poster. But the effect was instant. The tension in her bones—built from years of exile, rage, and hunger—melted into something quieter. Stranger.
She took a slow step forward.
The name blared above the trio in sleek, bold font: HUNTRIX. A rich, pulsing purple framed the letters, making them glow like a warning sign. The three girls in the ad stood shoulder to shoulder, fierce and polished, glowing under artificial light. But the one in the center—her—she was the one staring straight into Reader’s soul.
Her smile wasn’t cruel. Not mocking. Just... calm. Certain.
It made Reader’s stomach twist.
She could almost taste the magic laced in the air around the image. It clung to the poster like static electricity, invisible but very much there.
Aria followed her gaze and scoffed, clearly unimpressed. Sonata blinked up at the poster with something between curiosity and awe.
Reader took another step back, her fists clenched.
She didn’t like the way that smile made her feel.
It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t respect.
It was something worse.
It was familiarity.
And that—that disgusted her most of all.
“Well, this is just great.”
Aria drawled, her tone soaked in disdain, arms crossed so tightly they seemed glued in place. “First the stupid Rainbooms, and now this.”
She cast a cold glare back up at the looming advertisement. The glossy image of Huntrix glared back, untouched by time or trauma. Untouchable.
“Huntrix,” she spat the name like a curse, letting it sit on her tongue just long enough to taste its bitterness.
Sonata said nothing. Her usual wide-eyed joy dulled, replaced by something quieter. Hesitant. She looked to Reader the way a child looks up before crossing the street—waiting for permission, for instruction, for anything.
The golden shimmer in the sky had faded now, but the magic hadn’t. It still lingered in the air like smoke. Like the aftermath of a fire.
Reader didn’t speak at first. Her eyes stayed locked on the trio in the poster. There was something smug about their stance. Not in the way of ego—but confidence. Natural. Rooted.
It infuriated her.
She let out a slow breath through gritted teeth. “What we had before,” she said, her voice low, deliberate, “we can have again.”
The words tasted like ash. But they rang with truth.
“We built our power with nothing but our voices and spite. And now?” She finally turned to face the other two, her eyes sharp as broken glass. “We’ll take it all back. This world… it sings differently.”
Aria snorted. “Yeah. With girl group glitter and marketing teams.”
Reader didn’t blink. “Magic is magic. I don’t care if it’s wrapped in glitter or drowned in autotune. We find the source—then we do what we do best.”
Sonata perked up a little. “Manipulate it?”
Reader shook her head, a twisted grin forming. “No.”
She paused.
“Hijack it.”
The word echoed between them, pulsing like a drumbeat.
Behind them, the city roared—cars, people, chaos. The venue at the center of it all flickered with life and light and sound.
Aria cracked her knuckles. “I’m in.”
Sonata tilted her head, still processing. “Do you think they’re, like... magical? Or just really talented?”
Reader’s grin vanished. “Does it matter?”
She took a step forward.
“We’ll find out soon enough.”
The sounds of the city only grew louder as the trio pushed forward, weaving through tight alleys and crowded streets. The closer they got to the venue, the thicker the air felt—like static, heavy and charged.
Sonata clung to Reader’s side like a shadow, her earlier lightness replaced by something rare: caution.
Aria kept glancing over her shoulder, muttering under her breath about too many people and too many variables.
But Reader… Reader felt alive.
Every footstep brought her closer to the source.
Every breath was laced with magic. Raw. Powerful. Undisguised.
Finally, they turned a corner and emerged at the edge of the plaza.
Massive holographic screens beamed above the crowd, showing glimpses of the Huntrix performance already underway. The stage shimmered gold, casting ethereal light across thousands of screaming fans.
A single note pierced through the air. Clean. Sharp. Heavenly.
Sonata gasped, her hand flying to her necklace.
Aria flinched.
Reader stood frozen.
It wasn’t just a song.
It was a spell.
And whoever crafted it—they knew what they were doing.
On stage, the lead singer of Huntrix stepped forward, dressed in a black outfit wiwth a yellow jacket ensemble that somehow managed to radiate both warmth and danger. She tilted her head slightly toward the audience, smiling, then hit a vocal run that sent a ripple of pure energy through the crowd.
The sirens felt it like a slap.
Reader’s eyes narrowed. “That’s not just talent,” she whispered. “That’s control.”
Aria’s expression hardened. “So they’re not just a threat—they’re trained.”
“Hunters,” Reader muttered, piecing it together. “They don’t just use magic… they hunt it.”
Sonata blinked. “Are we being hunted?”
Reader didn’t answer. She couldn’t.
Not yet.
Instead, she watched as the golden shimmer that had danced above the city earlier flared again—this time pulsing outward from the venue in waves. Magic woven into music. But it wasn’t siren magic. It was something… colder. Older. Disciplined.
And yet—beautiful.
Reader’s fingers clenched into fists.
No.
She would not be mesmerized.
She would not be outdone.
Not again.
“They think they’re the only ones who can enchant a crowd?” she said, turning away. “Fine. Let’s show them how the originals do it.”
As the girls disappeared into the crowd, blending with the thousands of glittering, mesmerized fans, Reader’s voice hummed low in her throat—an old tune, bitter and sweet.
The spark had returned.
And this time… it was war.
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Blurb: The stage is sacred. The fans, the fuel. The idols? Not human. HUNTRIX rules the idol world—famous, flawless, and secretly hunters of the supernatural. But something’s changing. The fallen sirens—Adagio!Reader, Aria, and Sonata—feel their lost power stir again through the Saja Boys’ music. They want back in. Caught between hunters and rising demons, the battle begins—where lyrics kill, and only one song makes it to the final chorus.
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Reader sat at a dingy dive bar, wedged into a corner booth. The smell of sweat and oily food clung to the air like smoke that had nowhere else to go. The vinyl seat stuck to the back of her thighs, the table was permanently sticky, and the overhead light buzzed with the kind of flicker that could drive someone quietly insane. Looking around, this place wasn’t fit for a proper meal for her, let alone all three of them.
Sonata and Aria sat across from her—an odd mirror of extremes. Sonata was hunched over the laminated menu with wide eyes and zero focus, clearly more entertained by the plastic cover than the options. Aria, on the other hand, didn’t touch her water. She stared at the door like she expected something—or someone—to come through it. Every time the bell above it chimed, her shoulders stiffened.
Reader exhaled hard and slid her hood back, fingers raking through strands that felt too tangled, too tired.
“Well, we’ve done it before. We can do it again,” she muttered, voice low and tight in her throat. A declaration—or maybe a plea.
Sonata looked up, eyes bright, lips curling into that annoyingly chipper grin of hers.
“Right! ’Cuz if we can get banished from the last world, we totally can’t get banished from this one,” she chirped, sarcasm coating every word like candy-flavored poison.
Aria groaned, her eyes finally tearing away from the door long enough to shoot Sonata a look.
“Could you not make us sound like cosmic screw-ups for five minutes?” she snapped, leaning back with arms folded, still half-scouting the room. “We’re low on power, low on options, and you’re over here acting like this is a group vacation.”
Reader pinched the bridge of her nose, her temple already throbbing. Outside, the city hummed with sound—distant music, neon lights, voices that didn’t belong to this realm. They had come here to feed, to hide, to rebuild. But the longer they sat in that booth, the clearer it became:
This world wasn’t going to make it easy.
Reader rolled her shoulders back and let out a slow, weighted sigh. The kind that tasted like exhaustion and burned like frustration.
“Listen, girls,” she began, voice low but firm, trying to hold together the last thread of her composure. “We learn from our mistakes, and we grow.”
She paused, clenching her jaw. Her eyes flicked toward the streaky window, where neon lights bled into the dark like magic bleeding into the mundane.
“This world doesn’t seem to have—” Her words snagged on the heat building behind her teeth. She gritted them hard and inhaled through her nose before the temper cracked through.
She couldn’t afford to lose it. Not now. Not in a half-dead bar in a world that didn’t even know they existed yet.
“We will do things differently this time,” she said, slower, quieter, but dead serious. Her fingers curled around the edge of the table. “This world seems... different.”
There was a weight to her voice now. Not just tiredness—but something else. Cautious hope. Or fear masquerading as it.
Sonata blinked at her, lips parting, but for once said nothing. Aria leaned forward slightly, gaze sharp and unreadable.
Outside, a distant bass line thumped through the streets. A sound full of power and promise.
Reader looked down at her clothes—disgusting, crumpled, and clinging to her skin like regret. They reeked of unfamiliar streets and desperation, scavenged from donation bins behind a convenience store the night they crashed into this world. The glamour they once wore with pride was gone, traded in for charity bin rejects and threadbare shame.
She pulled the necklace from beneath her collar, fingers brushing the cold, useless stone that once pulsed with otherworldly power. It was cracked now—dead. Just like the ones Sonata and Aria still wore. No glow. No song. No control. Just a relic. A weight around all their necks, dragging them through memory after memory of who they used to be… and how far they’d fallen.
And yet, Reader clutched it like it meant something.
Because maybe—just maybe—it still did.
She would never say it out loud, but somewhere deep inside, she’d silently thanked the Rainbooms. Thanked them for destroying the amulets. Because it was during the aftermath—when they were stranded between dimensions, scraping through distorted timelines and collapsing realities—that they’d been forced to find it again:
Their sound.
Not magic-fueled, not spell-stitched.
Just them. Raw. Unfiltered. Broken, but still singing.
This time would be different.
She would make it different.
Even if it killed her.
Sonata grinned and jabbed her finger against the crusty menu, then toward Aria, who was still scowling—disgust or worry etched into every tense line on her face.
“I want the double decker!” Sonata chirped, eyes flicking up to Reader like a child asking for candy, her voice laced with naive hope.
Reader exhaled, dragging a hand slowly down her face. No matter how many worlds they crashed through, how many timelines they barely survived, Sonata’s unshakable cheerfulness remained stubbornly intact. And while it sometimes drove Reader insane, part of her—deep, buried—admired it. Envied it, even.
Aria rolled her eyes and smacked Sonata lightly on the back of the head. “You forget we have our voices back,” she muttered, but there was a flicker of panic in her tone. Just a flash—quick and cold—of the helplessness they’d known without their magic. She blinked it away, jaw tightening, and looked back to Reader.
“This place may not feed us enough,” Aria said, glancing around at the greasy tables and angry drunks, “but it’s a start.”
Reader gave a silent nod.
In the next breath, a low hum curled out of her chest, soft and vibrating. Aria and Sonata joined in without hesitation, their voices intertwining like smoke—delicate, eerie, sharp around the edges.
It started slow.
A customer at the bar knocked over his drink and shoved the bartender. A woman on her phone raised her voice, face twisted in frustration. A man in the corner threw a fist that didn’t land. The noise began to swell—tension filling every inch of the bar like fog creeping in through cracks.
Reader’s chest warmed. The power trickled in, subtle but real, like the taste of something half-forgotten. Aria’s eyes sparkled, lips curling into something close to pride. Sonata beamed, her harmony rising to meet Reader’s lead.
The chaos bloomed.
Voices snapped. Glass shattered. A chair tipped.
And in the farthest booth of the dive bar, three sirens fed—quietly, hungrily—as the world around them unraveled.
Eventually, the three stopped humming, their voices tapering off into the thick, broken air around them. Fists still flew. Glass still cracked. But they didn’t need to stay. The chaos settled around them like a weighted blanket, warm and familiar.
It felt normal.
It felt like home.
Silently, in sync, they slid out of the booth and stepped over the remnants of their own storm. No need to look back. The damage was done.
“Ugh! That kinda hit the spot,” Sonata chirped, skipping ahead a few steps before spinning to face the others, her hair bouncing, her grin wide. She was practically glowing with post-feed giddiness.
“It was barely anything,” Aria muttered, arms crossed tightly across her chest, her words wrapped in bitterness. “I don’t know why you’re getting so worked up over something that would’ve been nothing to us back in—”
She didn’t get to finish.
Reader’s voice sliced through the night.
“You forget your place, Aria.”
She didn’t yell. She didn’t need to. Her tone alone could cut through skin.
“We’ve been given another chance. We are not going to blow it. Be grateful we’re not dead.”
Aria’s mouth clamped shut, eyes narrowing, but she didn’t speak. The silence between them grew tense—hot and tight—until Reader opened her mouth again, ready to push further.
But then it hit.
A single, massive beat.
It split the air like a pulse, low and commanding. The kind of sound that didn’t just echo—it dragged. It shook loose whatever thin layer of control this world still clung to. The three took a synchronized step back, instincts flaring.
Another beat. Louder. Sharper.
Reader’s head snapped up, eyes scanning the skyline. There—distant cheers, screams, rhythm vibrating through pavement. The energy rolled in like thunder from the center of the city.
Then—something shimmered.
Above them, just past the flickering street lamps, a strange ripple in the air pulsed blue. It hovered, then began to shift—slowly, almost seductively—turning gold.
Reader’s heart lurched. Her lips parted.
And then, that smile.
Slow. Knowing.
Almost reverent.
“Magic.”
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also i do want romance involved, i js dont know if it should be with the saja boys or huntrix or js make it with both so lmk LOL
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Blurb: The stage is sacred. The fans, the fuel. The idols? Not human. HUNTRIX rules the idol world—famous, flawless, and secretly hunters of the supernatural. But something’s changing. The fallen sirens—Adagio!Reader, Aria, and Sonata—feel their lost power stir again through the Saja Boys’ music. They want back in. Caught between hunters and rising demons, the battle begins—where lyrics kill, and only one song makes it to the final chorus.
Full blurb here
Chapter 5
As the crowd thinned and night fell harder, the girls ducked down a side street to regroup.
But fate had other plans.
Because the second they turned the corner—
They nearly collided with the Huntrix.
Rumi stood at the front with a large box, Mira and Zoey flanking her like a well-rehearsed formation. Her posture was casual, but her eyes were sharp.
“Well, well,” Mira said. “Always where the magic happens.”
Sonata froze. “Oh! We were just, uh—”
“Observing,” Aria said flatly.
“Admiring,” Sonata corrected with an awkward grin.
Zoey gave them a once-over. “You three always seem to be in the right place at the right time.”
“Isn’t that the definition of talent?” Reader replied, keeping her expression unreadable.
Rumi didn’t say anything at first. She looked over the Dazzlings, then glanced toward the direction where the boys had vanished.
“You saw them too, didn’t you?” Reader asked.
Rumi nodded. “Hard not to.”
Her tone was neutral, but her eyes lingered. On Reader. Just a little too long.
The air stretched between them — not tense, but alert. Like both leaders were mentally circling each other, waiting to see who’d blink first.
After a moment, Rumi finally smiled. “Well. Good luck chasing shadows.”
And with that, she turned, her group following silently behind.
Aria exhaled hard. “They’re always popping up.”
Sonata hugged her arms. “Those boys were… weird, right? Like, weird-weird?”
Reader stayed quiet.
Her eyes flicked back down the alley where Jinu had disappeared.
She couldn’t explain what she’d felt — a pull, maybe. Not magic. Not hunger.
Just… a curiosity that made her feel too human.
And that terrified her most of all.
The next morning came fast — too fast. The city was already alive again, buzzing louder than it should’ve been. Rumors about “the mystery boy group” were spreading online like wildfire. People had already clipped the performance, uploaded blurry videos with captions like:
“WHO ARE THEY???”
“no label no name just ICONIC.”
“street kings for real.
And despite no confirmation, one name started surfacing again and again.
Saja Boys.
Untamed, unexplained, unforgettable.
The Dazzlings were sprawled across the tiny apartment they were squatting in — a far cry from the luxury they once bathed in. Reader sat on the floor, back against the wall, flipping through comments and grainy fan-recorded videos of the performance.
“He didn’t even flinch,” Aria muttered, arms crossed. “The second you two locked eyes, he knew. That’s not normal.”
Reader looked up. “It doesn’t matter. We need to figure out what they are.”
“They didn’t even look tired after dancing that hard,” Sonata added, chewing the end of a pencil. “No sweat, no breath — like... robots or vampires or something.”
“And Huntrix?” Aria cut in. “They’ve definitely noticed us now. That run-in last night wasn’t just a coincidence.”
“No,” Reader agreed. “It’s time we step up.”
She stood, her expression sharpening.
“We have two threats now: Huntrix and these… Saja boys. We need to divide our attention. No more waiting for things to come to us.”
“But what are we doing exactly?” Sonata asked, eyes wide. “Like, do we go stalk them? Seduce them? Spy?”
“Yes,” Aria said flatly. “All of the above.”
Reader allowed a small smile. “We play smart. Keep our magic hidden. Blend in. If we’re gonna expose anyone, we need to look like we belong here first.”
Later That Day
The streets were even louder. Crowds had doubled around the area where Saja had performed, hoping they'd appear again. Phones out. Posters already up.
Reader, now dressed more like an idol trainee than a runaway siren, leaned against a pole with her cap low over her eyes.
“They’re not here,” Aria muttered from beside her. “Cowards.”
“They’re smart,” Reader replied. “If I had power like that, I’d lay low too.”
Suddenly, Sonata sprinted across the street, nearly tripping over a barricade.
“Guys! Guess who just passed me?”
“Please don’t say Huntrix,” Aria groaned.
Sonata shook her head, breathless. “No! That Jinu guy.”
Reader stiffened.
“He was alone. Hoodie up, sunglasses, but it was him — I swear on my last brain cell.”
Reader didn’t hesitate.
“Where.”
They spotted him again, slipping quietly into a convenience store down a side street.
Reader followed — cautious, slow. She didn’t plan on confronting him. She just wanted to watch. See what someone like him did when no one was looking.
But the moment she stepped through the door—
He looked right at her.
No surprise. No fear.
Just… acknowledgment.
As if he was waiting for her to show up.
“Looking for something?” he asked coolly, brushing a snack off the shelf into his basket.
Reader’s heart skipped. His voice wasn’t soft. It was calm. Controlled.
Like he knew how to talk his way out of any corner.
“Just browsing,” she replied, keeping her tone neutral.
“Didn’t strike me as the browsing type,” Jinu said, turning toward her now. “More like… predator.”
That made her pause.
“And you?” Reader asked. “What type are you?”
He tilted his head. “The kind who watches from rooftops.”
She blinked.
What the hell did that mean?
Before she could answer, the store’s door slammed open — and in stormed a blur of neon.
Rumi.
And the rest of Huntrix behind her.
“Reader,” Rumi said, tone firm. “We need to talk.” She says, grabbing her sleeve to pull Reader behind her and the other Huntrix members. Almost like a shield from Jinu.
Jinu stepped back, lifting both hands. “Don’t worry, I was just leaving.”
He brushed past Reader — and for a second, their shoulders touched.
It felt like static jumped through her arm.
Then he was gone.
Rumi turned and stepped forward, eyes narrowing.
“We need answers. Now.”
Reader turned slowly.
“Well then,” she said coolly, “ask better questions.”
Rumi’s arms crossed over her chest, her posture stiff, guarded. Behind her, the rest of Huntrix stood like sentinels. Their stage-ready makeup was off, but their intensity wasn’t. Even without the lights, they glowed.
Reader raised a brow, tilting her head slightly. “You followed me?”
“You followed him,” Rumi shot back.
The two stood inches apart now. Not close enough to raise alarms — just enough for the air between them to thicken.
“We were curious,” Reader admitted. “The performance last night? In the middle of the street? Kind of hard to ignore.”
“You mean the performance that conveniently happened right after you left?” Mira says, and stepped forward. Her voice dripped with challenge. “You weren’t at the bootcamp. You didn’t say goodbye. Then you appear downtown. Alone.”
Reader shrugged. “Sorry. Didn’t realize we were being tracked.”
“Not tracked,” Rumi said carefully, her voice lower now. “But we don’t believe in coincidences.”
Sonata and Aria finally caught up, both breathing hard — too hard.
“Sorry! Bathroom line was like, forever!” Sonata smiled brightly, cheeks flushed. “Are we getting snacks? I want the grape gummies—”
She froze as she registered Huntrix’s glare.
“Right,” Aria muttered under her breath. “Vibe’s off.”
“Just clearing something up,” Reader said without turning. Her eyes were still on Rumi, who hadn’t looked away once.
A long beat passed.
Finally, Huntrix’s third member, Zoey — the usually happy one — broke the tension.
“If you girls are really planning to debut… you should be more careful. Hanging around mystery idols and running into us at every turn? That’s not how real rookies act.”
Sonata laughed, nervous. “We’re just really passionate. Manifestation or whatever.”
Aria rolled her eyes.
Rumi gave Reader a look — something between wariness and... understanding. “Fine,” she said at last. “But if we find out you’re playing games—”
“You’ll what?” Aria challenged.
Rumi didn’t respond. She didn’t have to. Her stare was hard enough.
The Dazzlings watched as Huntrix walked away, slowly dissolving back into the shadows of the city.
The moment they were gone, Aria exhaled sharply.
“They’re onto us.”
“Not all the way,” Reader murmured, finally blinking. “But yeah. We’re getting close to the edge.”
Sonata chewed on a gummy she definitely didn’t pay for. “So what now? Run? Hide?”
“No.” Reader’s eyes drifted to where Jinu had disappeared.
“We learn.”
Later That Night
The apartment was darker than usual. The three girls sat around their flickering phone screens — watching, rewinding, dissecting footage of both Huntrix and Saja. Every frame, every interaction, every moment where something felt a little… off.
“The way her hand glowed,” Aria pointed. “You see that? On the mic? For just a second.”
“That’s not human,” Reader whispered. “That’s definitely something else.”
Sonata perked up. “But they think we’re just human too, right? Like, totally clueless humans?”
“For now,” Reader confirmed.
“And the Saja boys?” Sonata continued, voice soft.
Aria made a face. “Who even are they?”
“They’re not signed. Not online. No social profiles. No birth records,” Reader said. “Just… showed up. Like us.”
Aria sat up straighter. “You don’t think—?”
“I don’t know what I think yet,” Reader said. Her hand hovered near her chest for a second, recalling that brief contact with Jinu — the jolt, the pull.
But she kept that to herself.
Because whatever was happening in this city — it wasn’t just about Huntrix anymore. There was something larger at play.
And somehow, all of them — sirens, idols, and strangers with no pasts — were tied to it.
Far From Downtown
The city’s core shimmered in neon, but the outskirts where Reader had led them were forgotten, dim. The type of district where streetlights flickered out early and no one asked questions. Just how they needed it.
“We need to feed,” Aria growled, pacing near the chain-link fence of a construction yard. “Like actually feed. I’m getting dizzy.”
“Same,” Sonata murmured. “Even grape gummies aren’t cutting it anymore.”
Reader stood still, her gaze scanning the alley’s far end. She had hoped they could hold off longer — at least until they had more answers. But their bodies were screaming for it. That ache behind her teeth was pulsing now. Her magic had been curled up like a sleeping animal, but it was starting to stir… hungry.
“We’ll do it once,” Reader finally said. “Quick. No spectacle. We pick the right kind of target — nothing that’ll get people talking.”
Sonata nodded quickly. “Like… toxic guy energy? The usual?”
Aria cracked her knuckles. “Perfect. Let’s find a jerk.”
It didn’t take long.
A group of men stood by a dive bar’s rear exit, loud, drunk, and overflowing with the kind of ego that made them blind to danger. One was yelling at a woman over the phone, another was bragging about a fight he’d won — or made up. Their negative energy buzzed like flies.
Reader stepped out of the shadows first, eyes low, posture soft.
“Excuse me…” Her voice was sweet, silken. “Could you help me?”
Three heads turned. All at once, the arrogance shifted to desire.
The Dazzlings’ transformation was subtle — just enough glamor to soften their features, just enough magic in their voices to bend the air around them. Their skin gleamed faintly under the dim streetlight. Their eyes pulsed with the softest shimmer.
Sonata giggled, playing with her hair.
Aria leaned back against the wall, silent but staring.
Reader led the exchange, drawing them in with a tilt of her head, a slow smile, her voice soaked in siren song as she asked questions that didn’t need answers.
And then — with a blink — it hit.
A slow, quiet pull.
The Dazzlings fed on emotion, not blood. And these men were fountains of insecurity, jealousy, lust, cruelty. The kind of feelings that left residue in the air. The Dazzlings inhaled it like vapor, their bodies slowly awakening, warming, the fog in their minds clearing.
They didn’t need to touch them. Just... be near. Just let the song do the work.
The men stood dazed, eyes heavy, words slurred. None of them would remember this. Not clearly.
“Let’s go,” Reader said, turning before they fully collapsed into confusion.
Sonata skipped after her, practically glowing. “I feel soooo much better. Like a fruit smoothie, but evil.”
“Next time,” Aria muttered, glancing behind them, “we do it in a cleaner part of town. I stepped on a cigarette.”
Reader didn’t respond. Her mind was already elsewhere.
Because as she looked down the street, she saw something strange in the air — a ripple. A shimmer.
Like someone else had used magic here.
Not theirs.
Someone else's.
Meanwhile — Across the City
Rumi stood in front of a screen, watching grainy CCTV footage. The glow from the dive bar. The blurry image of three figures — almost too elegant to belong in that alley.
She stared.
Zoomed in.
Paused.
The energy spike from earlier still hadn’t faded. The other girls had gone to bed. But she couldn’t shake it.
“Who are you…” she whispered, more to herself than anything.
Huntrix still thought the Dazzlings were human.
But now?
Now Rumi wasn’t so sure.
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Blurb: The stage is sacred. The fans, the fuel. The idols? Not human. HUNTRIX rules the idol world—famous, flawless, and secretly hunters of the supernatural. But something’s changing. The fallen sirens—Adagio!Reader, Aria, and Sonata—feel their lost power stir again through the Saja Boys’ music. They want back in. Caught between hunters and rising demons, the battle begins—where lyrics kill, and only one song makes it to the final chorus.
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Chapter 7
The chaos of bootcamp settled for now. Groups that hadn’t been eliminated were recovering — bruised egos, cracked alliances, whispered rumors echoing in the halls like ghost songs.
And then came them.
The Saja Boys.
Their appearance was… unconventional. No press release. No announcement. No agency badge.
Just music.
It started with a buzz.
Then the flash of neon lights.
Then the five of them—dressed in matching silk streetwear, moving like they owned every inch of space they breathed in—performing in the middle of the stage broadcasted live across Korea.
Reader had heard the scream of the crowd first. Aria and Sonata were with her, sipping lukewarm coffee on the edge of a curb near the downtown when they spotted the pulsing mass of people, phones raised, and the sound of pounding bass echoing through the air. Fingers pointed at the screens and posters plastered across the tall buildings.
That’s when she saw him.
Jinu.
Sharp jaw, that infamous smirk, and a gaze like he could read minds and flirt at the same time. His voice was velvet mixed with static — warm and electrifying.
Reader froze in place as his eyes looked like they landed on her through the the screen on the side of the building. Just for a second.
He wasn’t human, she knew that. The purple patterns made sure of it.
He was like them. Not Huntrix. Not prey. Something else.
Her heart stuttered once — not in fear, not in love — but in recognition.
Later, they met again.
Not in a flashy moment, not with an audience, but alone.
The bootcamp complex had a rooftop garden — half-scenic, half-smoke break territory. Reader wandered up there that night, needing air that didn’t taste like ambition and fear.
And there he was.
Leaning on the railing, Jinu looked like he’d been expecting her. Moonlight curved around his silhouette, making his dark features glow silver.
“You again,” he said without turning.
“Didn’t realize you owned this rooftop,” Reader quipped.
He grinned at that, finally facing her. “Didn’t say I did. But you’re here. I’m here. That’s twice now.”
Reader moved next to him, resting her hands on the cold metal. “You don’t move like a rookie.”
“Neither do you.”
They let the silence sit between them. It wasn’t awkward. It was thick with things unsaid.
“I saw your performance,” Reader said eventually. “Flashy late night show performance.”
“Good crowd,” Jinu replied casually. “You’d be surprised how easy it is to draw people when your vocals come with a side of demonic charm.”
Reader’s head snapped toward him. She didn’t even try to hide her reaction.
He smiled wider, sharp teeth flashing for just a moment. “Don’t worry. We can smell our own.”
“…So you’re not hiding it?”
“From humans? Sure. From you?” He shrugged. “Nah, I figured it out during your bootcamp performance. That ‘Battle of the Bands’ thing? That wasn’t just a song.”
Reader didn’t answer.
Then Jinu leaned in just slightly, voice lowering. “But here’s the real kicker, siren. You know the Huntrix girls?”
Her eyes met his. How did he already know what she was. “…What about them?”
He tilted his head. “They’re demon hunters.”
Reader stiffened but kept her face neutral.
“Have been for years,” he added. “Rumi and her crew aren’t just some sparkly idol success story. They’re trained. Skilled. Dangerous. And they’ve taken down stronger things than you or me.”
Reader’s brows drew together. “So why are you still here? And how did you figure it out?”
Jinu chuckled, dark and smooth. “They tried. Believe me. But I don’t die easy. None of us do. You think you're the only supernatural in this world? Siren seemed like pretty reasonable guess, and you confirmed it.”
He glanced up at the stars, the casual energy he wore like perfume starting to peel at the edges. “They ambushed us a few weeks ago – at a game show of all places. Thought they could end it clean. But we’re harder to kill than whatever textbooks they read.”
“They know you’re demons?” Reader asked.
“Absolutely,” he confirmed. “They’ve been trying to figure out how to stop us since the first time we stepped into their world. But they still think you’re human.”
Reader tried to steady her breath. The thought of being exposed — hunted — after everything they’d survived? No. She wouldn’t let it happen.
Jinu turned toward her, more serious now. “I’m not telling you this to scare you. I’m telling you this because I’ve seen it happen before. They get close. Gain your trust. And the minute they sense something unnatural?”
His hand flicked across his throat in a sharp motion.
Gone.
Reader met his eyes, and something unspoken passed between them. Not trust. Not yet. But understanding.
“Why tell me?” she asked.
Jinu’s smile returned — softer now. “Let’s just say I like to keep my enemies close. But I like potential allies even closer.”
Reader smirked. “You think I’m an ally?”
He stepped closer, brushing past her as he turned to leave. “I think we both know the stage isn’t the only battlefield.”
Before he disappeared down the stairs, he glanced over his shoulder.
“Oh — and if the others ever find out what you are… don’t let the nice one fool you. Zoey’s got a mean left hook.”
Meanwhile…
Down in the training facility, Huntrix huddled in one of the unused rehearsal rooms.
Mira paced. Zoey scrolled through footage of the bootcamp performances. Rumi leaned against the wall, arms folded, watching them both.
“They were there again,” Mira snapped. “On one of the largest television programs. Performing like nothing happened.”
Zoey looked up from her screen. “You think they want us to see them?”
“I think they’re taunting us,” Mira muttered. “We need to finish Takedown.”
“They’re demons,” Rumi said flatly. “Bold ones. They don’t fear being seen anymore. That makes them dangerous.”
“We’ve tried hitting them directly,” Mira hissed. “We’ve tried every weapon, every barrier. It’s like they’re evolving. Stronger. Smarter.”
“And the Dazzlings?” Zoey asked.
Rumi’s expression hardened. “Still unclear. But we need to watch them. Something’s… off.”
“They’re not just idol wannabe’s,” Mira said. “No one causes that much fear with one song unless they’re not from this world.”
“Agreed,” Rumi nodded. “But we can’t make a move without proof.”
Her eyes narrowed, calculating. “Until then… we smile. We rehearse. We wait.”
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The next time Reader saw the Saja Boys, it was far less dramatic — and somehow, even more disarming.
They were seated in the back lounge of the bootcamp facility. No cameras. No fans. Just peeling leather couches, dim ceiling lights, and the scent of old ramen cups lingering in the air. How did they even get inside unnoticed with all the fame and fans they have racked up?
Aria had wanted to leave the minute they stepped in.
Sonata, of course, was already halfway inside, staring at Baby like he was a snack wrapped in mystery and glitter.
Reader hesitated. She and Jinu hadn’t spoken since the rooftop.
But he looked up the second she entered. “Look what the wind dragged in.”
“Careful,” Aria muttered under her breath. “You say things like that and Sonata starts taking it literally.”
Romance — tall, lean, and so still he might as well have been carved from shadows — chuckled softly. “We like wind. It stirs the chaos.”
The other boys were lounging in various states of cool detachment. Romance, all flirt and flash, lifted his brows when Sonata sat beside him. Mystery, the quiet one with a head full of hair covering his face and black nails, simply nodded at Reader and Aria.
And then there was Jinu.
“So,” he said, eyes fixed on Reader. “How long are we pretending none of us are monsters?”
Sonata perked up. “Wait. We’re not pretending?”
Romance cracked a grin.
Aria groaned. “You’re all reckless.”
“We’re all real,” Jinu replied. “And real’s rare around here.”
There was a beat of silence.
Then Reader moved to sit opposite him, leaning forward just enough to challenge. “What exactly do you want from us?”
“I don’t want anything,” Jinu said smoothly. “But this world? This game? These hunters in lipstick and heels?” He smiled, razor-edged. “It wants to eat us all. I think we’d survive longer if we stopped pretending we weren’t standing in the same fire.”
Abby finally spoke. “He means ‘allies.’ He just likes sounding dramatic about it.”
Romance gestured toward the corner. “We ordered bubble tea. There’s extra. Unless sirens don’t do caffeine.”
Reader raised a brow.
Sonata was already sipping from a purple cup. “I love them,” she whispered to Aria.
Aria hissed, “You barely know them.”
Sonata shrugged. “Neither do we know if that vending machine in the hallway is haunted, but we still use it.”
They stayed in the lounge longer than expected.
The conversations turned… easy. No fake idol smiles. No clipped studio lines.
They talked music. Battle strategies. Cities they’d wrecked. Songs they’d enchanted. Lies they’d sold to stay alive.
Romance and Abby was the loudest, telling a story about accidentally possessing a producer for a week just to get studio time. Baby threw in a few jabs and comments while playing games on a hand-held console.
Mystery spoke the least but kept refilling everyone's cups, even Aria’s, who scowled but didn’t stop him. He sat with his eyes closed most of the time, humming softly — Reader could feel the low thrum of magic in the air whenever he did. Like a lullaby for devils.
And Jinu?
He never looked away from her for long.
Not in a creepy way. But in a knowing way.
Like he knew how much she was hiding. How much she wanted to run. How much she couldn’t.
At one point, when the conversation shifted to the bootcamp challenge, Jinu leaned toward her, elbows on knees. “You think your group’s going to make it to the final stage?”
Reader tilted her head. “Why? You think we’re not ready?”
“No,” he said. “I think you’re already past it. Just playing the part.”
Reader didn’t respond.
But she didn’t deny it either.
Before they left the lounge, Abby handed her a napkin with a string of numbers.
“In case the nice ones turn sharp,” he said simply. “Or you get tired of pretending to be cute for the camera.”
Then he looked at Aria. “You, too.”
She snorted. “I don’t do napkins.”
He shrugged. “Then memorize it.”
As the Dazzlings left, Sonata waved dramatically at Baby, who grinned and waved back — blowing a kiss so theatrically she almost tripped on the stairs.
“Are we friends now?” she asked excitedly.
“No,” Aria muttered. “We’re not friends. We’re not enemies. We’re… surviving.”
Reader was silent the whole walk back to their dorm room.
Because Jinu’s words kept echoing.
“We’re all standing in the same fire.”
And it was starting to feel like the flames were getting closer.
Meanwhile...
Rumi stood in front of a glowing board in the Huntrix war room, photos and energy readings pinned in crisscrossing chaos. The tension is the room between the Huntrix was unbearable. They – who usually never fought – were on the borderline with each other. Scared to cross over it and step into a place they may not return from. They’ve already had multiple arguments the last few days and the girls were stressed.
Mira crossed her arms. “The Saja Boys are getting bolder and with the idol awards around the corner, we need to figure out a proper plan.”
“We tried,” Rumi said. “They didn’t die easily.” She opens her mouth to say more but stops as her body is wrecked with coughs. Zoey rubs her back softly.
“What about the Dazzlings?” Zoey asked.
Rumi’s eyes narrowed. “Still unclear.” Her hand wrapped around her neck which felt like nails stabbing her from the inside- out.
“But they’re getting close to the Saja Boys,” Mira said.
“Which means they’re either really stupid,” Rumi murmured, “or just as dangerous.”
The next morning, the Dazzlings found themselves face-to-face with their least favorite scenario: being summoned.
Well, technically it was a “collaboration rehearsal,” but Reader had learned by now that everything in this bootcamp was a test.
And if it involved Huntrix, it was probably a trap.
The rehearsal studio was bigger than usual, mirror-lined and bright with polished floors and cold energy. Rumi stood dead center with Mira and Zoey flanking her like wings — expressions unreadable, bodies tense like coiled ribbon.
The Dazzlings entered with practiced ease, but Reader caught the slight falter in Sonata’s step the second she locked eyes with Zoey.
“Ladies,” Rumi greeted, voice smooth as ever. “We figured it’s about time we got to know the competition.”
Aria scoffed softly. “What’s the occasion? Peace offering before the war?”
Rumi smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Let’s just call it... professional curiosity.”
Sonata beamed. “We love curiosity! Right, girls?”
Reader elbowed her. “We’re happy to be here,” she said flatly, stepping forward. “What kind of collab are we talking?”
“Dance,” Mira answered. She pulled her hoodie tighter over her dark pink hair. “We’ve been asked to work through a freestyle set together. Teamwork. Chemistry. You know, idol buzzwords.”
Zoey smiled politely, but her eyes flicked up and down the Dazzlings like she was scanning for wires. “Plus, the directors thought it’d be cute.”
Aria rolled her eyes. “Adorable.”
The music started — something with a heavy beat and too much synth — and for a few minutes, everything was just choreography.
Reader followed the rhythm, arms sharp and footwork cleaner than she’d usually bother with. She locked eyes with Mira briefly — both in the center — and neither of them blinked.
Sonata was naturally fluid, swaying and bouncing between the beat, laughing whenever Zoey spun too close. It almost looked genuine.
Almost.
And Aria?
Aria was watching Rumi.
Not with anger. Not even with suspicion. With calculation.
Their dancing was synced. Balanced.
Predator and predator circling in perfect time.
But after the third take, the tension started to bleed into the room like a rising tide. Mira’s movements turned aggressive. Aria stepped a little too close. Sonata spun just to avoid the spike in Zoey’s aura. And Reader—Reader could feel it. The shift. The way their magic was humming just under their skin.
They were hungry again.
It had only been a few days since they fed. But being around Huntrix? It was like being locked in a room with a buffet of fear, resentment, ambition... and worst of all, suspicion.
Reader glanced at her girls. Aria’s lip twitched. Sonata’s eyes were glassy.
They couldn’t keep this up for much longer.
The music stopped.
And so did the charade.
“Well,” Mira said, brushing sweat off her brow. “You girls are... surprising.”
Sonata tilted her head. “In a good way or a scary way?”
Zoey gave a soft chuckle. “Bit of both.”
Rumi was quiet, watching Reader with that same unreadable look.
“Where did you say you trained again?” Rumi asked.
Reader didn’t blink. “We didn’t.”
Mira crossed her arms. “No underground idol school? No local label?”
“Nope,” Aria said.
Zoey tilted her head slightly. “Then how did you learn choreography like that?”
Reader smiled tightly. “Practice. You’d be surprised what you can learn when people keep underestimating you.”
There was a long pause.
Then Rumi said, “We don’t underestimate anyone.”
Another beat passed. The room was full of dancers... but no one was moving.
And then: “Do you feel that?” Mira asked, suddenly narrowing her eyes.
“Feel what?” Aria said.
Zoey stepped closer to Rumi, voice quieter now. “It’s like… something humming. Like static.”
Reader held her breath.
Sonata laughed way too loudly. “Oh! That’s probably our mic packs! We accidentally fried one the other day. Right, Aria?”
But instead of pushing, she turned away. “Let’s take five.”
The Dazzlings slipped out into the hallway the second they could. As soon as they were alone, Reader hissed, “We need to feed. Now.”
Sonata clutched her stomach. “I’m starving. I was literally about to chew on Mira’s necklace.”
“Don’t be stupid,” Aria said. “It looked fake.”
They laughed, but it wasn’t funny.
Their magic was fraying. Their masks were slipping. And Huntrix was too close.
Reader’s mind spun. If Huntrix was suspicious now, any kind of slip — vocal magic, aura exposure, even a feeding ripple — would ruin everything. She could feel it.
And worse, she could feel her own energy shifting. That taste of Jinu’s magic still lingered somewhere in her system — bitter and sweet, like black licorice dipped in fire. And it was starting to tangle with her instincts in ways she didn’t like.
Too many distractions. Too many enemies. Too many lies.
Sonata bit her nail. “We’ll never make it off-campus without being followed.”
Reader stared at the ground for a beat before her gaze lifted with something cold and certain.
“Then we don’t go off-campus.”
Aria blinked. “What?”
“We do it here,” Reader said. “Tonight.”
“At the elimination again?” Sonata asked, already smiling.
Aria smirked. “Dramatic.”
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That evening, tension buzzed through the air like static. The second elimination ceremony of the Boot Camp had arrived, and every rookie group in the building was vibrating with fear. Rumors were spreading fast — about favoritism, sabotage, sudden cuts, broken contracts, and which trainee group would win the spot to open for the Idol Awards.
Reader stood backstage with Aria and Sonata as the lights dimmed and the crowd of trainees took their seats.
The Dazzlings were called to perform first. No one clapped.
Just as they liked it.
As the three of them stepped onto the platform, the energy was so ripe it practically pulsed. Reader could feel their magic bubbling under the surface, thirsty for misery and fear.
She gave Aria a subtle nod.
Then the music began. They decided to go with their song, Under Our Spell. How fitting.
Their harmonies sliced through the room like silk-gloved knives. One verse, two — and then the ripple began.
Fear. Envy. Panic.
All subtle at first — a sudden side-glance between trainees. A clenched jaw. A shuffle backward.
Sonata twirled across the stage, eyes glowing faintly. Aria hit the chorus with enough force to crack someone open. Reader led the bridge — soft, slow, coaxing — and with every note, the room tilted.
Voices rose behind them — whispered arguments, accusations, gasps.
Even the camera crew started shifting uncomfortably. The directors fidgeted in their seats.
The rookies?
They were unraveling.
A girl from one of the newer groups broke down in tears.
Two trainees from rival units began arguing over a choreography error from last week. Someone stormed out.
And through it all, the Dazzlings just sang. Glowing softly. Draining energy like queens sipping from goblets of pure gold.
By the time the lights faded and the last note echoed out, half the room was emotionally fried.
They didn’t even need to eliminate anyone — the groups were falling apart on their own.
The Dazzlings stepped offstage, sharp smiles in place, magic full and humming again.
And just before the door shut behind them, Reader turned her head ever so slightly and saw Rumi watching from the shadows.
Expression unreadable.
Again.
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The chaos from elimination night still buzzed faintly behind her as Reader slipped out the back exit of the training complex.
The air outside was cool — a late breeze washing over the city rooftops, fluttering the edges of her performance jacket as she walked past the barricades and neon-lit signs. Her heels clicked lightly on the pavement.
She wasn’t sure where she was going. She just needed to breathe.
But magic still prickled under her skin, hot and full and heavy from the feed. And no matter how far she wandered, the tension clung to her like static.
Then — the sound.
A shift in the shadows.
Reader turned.
There, under the ghost light of a nearby tree, stood Rumi — no longer in training clothes or glittery performance gear. She was in her full Huntrix combat form: sharp black and violet layers, high boots, a long-sleeved tunic with armored panels… and a sword drawn in her left hand, glinting coldly in the moonlight.
"Out for a stroll?" she said softly, voice like silk stretched too tight.
Reader’s throat dried. “Could say the same to you.”
Rumi stepped forward. “I followed you.”
Reader froze.
“I knew you’d slip away the second you got full,” Rumi added, eye gleaming. “Like clockwork.”
“What are you talking about?” Reader said, keeping her tone light, disinterested. “I just needed air.”
“Funny,” Rumi said, stopping a few paces away. “The other rookies usually need therapy after you sing.”
Reader shrugged. “Jealousy’s loud.”
Rumi’s sword glinted as she stepped closer, casual but deliberate.
“You’re not human.”
It wasn’t a question.
Reader blinked slowly, her expression unreadable. “I don’t know what kind of sci-fi fantasy you’ve been watching, but—”
In a flash, Rumi’s sword was at her throat, cold steel pressing just under her chin.
Reader didn’t even flinch.
“You think I haven’t seen the signs?” Rumi whispered. “You show up with no agency. No records. Perfect harmony. And every time you sing, something cracks.”
“Sounds like a compliment,” Reader replied, her voice low.
But her mind was racing.
She couldn’t use her voice — not here, not on Rumi. The magic would give her away instantly. It had to be manipulation, suggestion. But none of that worked on trained hunters.
Rumi stared at her, lips parted slightly. Her breath was calm. Controlled.
But there was something in her eyes — something sharp and wounded and utterly intrigued.
“I don’t know what you are,” she said slowly. “But you’re not from this world.”
Reader met her gaze. “Maybe I’m just a threat you can’t explain.”
That did it.
With a hiss of frustration, Rumi threw her sword to the side, the blade clattering uselessly into the dirt.
Before Reader could move, Rumi grabbed her by the throat and shoved her hard against the tree.
Reader gasped as bark scraped her back — Rumi’s hand firm around her neck, lifting her slightly so that her feet barely touched the ground. Just her toes.
Her pulse pounded.
“I could snap your neck right now,” Rumi whispered, voice low and shaky. “All it’d take is one squeeze.”
“But you won’t,” Reader rasped.
Rumi’s grip tightened slightly, and something flickered in her eye — the iris glowing faintly golden, like a dying star. Patterns etched along the side of her throat — glowing, tribal, demonic.
Reader blinked. “You’re—”
“Half,” Rumi said, voice sharp.
The air between them buzzed like live wire.
“I know demons,” Rumi murmured. “I hunt them. I’ve killed them. And whatever you are? You reek of something worse. Siren.”
Rumi had pieced it together in bits:
Their hunger for audience energy.
The way they almost seemed to glowed when they sang.
The sudden way their magic closed around the stage like a trap.
The sudden uproar in dark emotions
Reader tilted her head just slightly; lips curled in a lazy smirk despite the pressure on her throat. “You always get this close to your suspects?”
Rumi’s eyes narrowed. “Only the ones that confuse the hell out of me.”
She stared a moment longer. Breathing heavy. Unmoving.
Reader’s lips parted. “What are you waiting for?”
A heartbeat passed.
Then—
Rumi crushed her mouth against Reader’s.
It was furious and raw — not soft, not sweet, but consuming. Teeth. Breath. Fire.
Reader’s hands gripped Rumi’s arms without thinking, not pulling her away, not pushing her closer — just anchoring.
Rumi kissed her like she hated her.
And Reader kissed her back like she didn’t care.
When they finally pulled apart, gasping, Rumi didn’t let go of her throat.
She just whispered, “This doesn’t mean I trust you.”
Reader smirked. “Good. I don’t trust me either.”
And the night swallowed them whole.
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Blurb: The stage is sacred. The fans, the fuel. The idols? Not human. HUNTRIX rules the idol world—famous, flawless, and secretly hunters of the supernatural. But something’s changing. The fallen sirens—Adagio!Reader, Aria, and Sonata—feel their lost power stir again through the Saja Boys’ music. They want back in. Caught between hunters and rising demons, the battle begins—where lyrics kill, and only one song makes it to the final chorus.
Full blurb here
Chapter 6
Rumi hadn’t slept.
Her finger hovered over the keyboard again as she reviewed the footage on repeat — three girls, gliding out of a shadowy alley like ghosts in heels. Their faces weren’t clear, but the shape of them… the presence… it struck something familiar.
She had seen those silhouettes before. Just not in the dark.
Her lips tightened.
She didn’t want to jump to conclusions. The Huntrix weren’t just performers — they were watchers, guards of the veil between worlds. Mistaking a human idol for something otherworldly could be dangerous… and humiliating.
But still.
Something about those girls didn’t sit right.
“Rumi?” Zoey's voice broke her focus, slightly muffled through the dorm’s intercom system. “You’ve been up all night again. You’ll glitch if you don’t sleep.”
“I’m fine,” Rumi replied quickly, closing the screen. “I’m coming.”
Elsewhere — The Dazzlings’ Apartment
Reader sat perched on the apartment's narrow windowsill, watching the quiet city below. It was morning now. The street hummed lazily — delivery bikes, school buses, commuters.
The hunger was gone. For now.
Sonata snored on the couch, sprawled across a nest of pillows and empty instant ramen cups. Aria, on the floor, had her back against the wall, tossing a bottle cap up and catching it with each beat of silence.
“You were staring into space again,” Aria mumbled. “Thinking about her?”
Reader didn’t answer right away.
Was she?
She thought of Rumi’s eyes again — sharp but unreadable. Like she knew something but was giving nothing away. There was a command to her presence. Something like Reader's own.
“She’s not just some pop princess,” Reader said at last. “She’s more than she lets on.”
“Yeah, no shit,” Aria said. “And we’re sitting ducks if she figures out we are too.”
Reader’s eyes narrowed.
“That’s why we don’t let her.”
Later That Day — Hongdae District
Crowds had gathered again.
The street buzzed with energy, and the air crackled with a familiar sound — music. Live, raw, and unfiltered.
People circled around the center of the plaza where five boys danced in perfect sync. Their harmony was tight, unpracticed yet intoxicating. Their vocals were rich. Their steps were magnetic.
The Saja Boys were performing again. And this time, the city was watching.
Reader stood at the back of the crowd, flanked by Sonata and Aria. None of them said a word at first.
Because the leader — Jinu — was different.
Not just charismatic. Not just beautiful.
Powerful.
Reader could feel it in the vibrations of the pavement beneath her shoes. Something in the way his voice reached out — it stirred something deeper than the hunger. Something ancient. A resonance.
And then it happened.
His eyes found hers.
And locked.
Jinu faltered for half a second — a crack in the performance so subtle no one else seemed to notice. But Reader did.
She didn’t move.
Neither did he.
It was like they had met before. Or maybe… were supposed to meet now.
Then the moment was gone.
A wave of cold and panic flashed through Reader’s body as her eyes glide down his body. The small amount of skin showing his arms and neck flashed a translucent purple before quickly fading away into the light.
Not human. But not a siren either. Reader was stumped- at a loss for what the Saja Boys were. She knew that they were to devilishly handsome to be human – especially with vocal cords as good as theirs.
The beat kicked back in.
The Saja Boys finished to thunderous cheers, vanishing just as quickly as they’d appeared.
“Not like ours,” Aria said slowly. “But close. Close enough to mess things up.”
Reader didn’t speak.
Because she was still thinking about the way Jinu looked at her. Not like he recognized her.
But like he saw through her.
The three start to walk back, mumbling theories.
Backstage at the Arena — Moments Later
They hadn’t meant to run into the Huntrix again.
But fate — or maybe something else — had other plans.
“Hey!” Zoey’s voice rang out.
Reader turned, too slow to hide her expression.
The three Dazzlings stood face-to-face with the three Huntrix girls in a narrow hallway beside a rehearsal room. No cameras. No fans. Just tension.
Zoey crossed her arms with a smile. “We were just talking about you.”
“That’s always a flattering thing to hear,” Reader said coolly, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
Mira narrowed her eyes. “Funny how we keep running into each other, huh?”
Rumi stepped forward, composed but unreadable. “What were you doing in Hongdae earlier?”
“Watching,” Reader replied simply. “Same as everyone else.”
“You seemed… very interested,” Rumi said, carefully.
Reader gave the smallest of smirks. “Can you blame me?”
The tension was palpable. Like a thread pulled tight.
Then Zoey laughed suddenly and stepped in. “You girls are… different. Kind of like us, honestly.”
Mira elbowed her. “Not like us.”
“Oh, come on,” Zoey laughed. “Let’s not be so dramatic. It’s not like they’re magical creatures trying to steal our spotlight or anything, right?”
Reader smiled.
So did Aria.
And Sonata let out a too-loud laugh that was just shy of convincing.
“No,” Reader said, voice even. “Definitely not.”
The two groups stood in silence for a moment longer.
And then Rumi turned on her heel. “We’ll see you around.”
The Huntrix walked away.
And the Dazzlings exhaled all at once.
“Okay,” Sonata whispered. “I think she totally suspects us.”
“They all suspect us,” Aria muttered.
Reader just watched Rumi disappear down the hall.
And felt the weight of two glances on her.
Rumi’s earlier.
And Jinu’s still lingering.
This wasn’t going to be easy.
But it was far from over.
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The rehearsal center buzzed with nerves. Bootcamp week had always been brutal, but this time it was televised elimination. And something felt off — like the air had teeth.
Twelve trainee groups were crammed together in the same mirrored building, each desperately clawing for a spot in the final showcase. It wasn’t just about debuting anymore. It was about surviving.
An idol bootcamp elimination. One of the last chances to impress the industry’s talent scouts and major label execs in a public broadcast. Only five groups would move forward.
And the Dazzlings?
They were eating this up — literally.
Reader stood by the wall, her arms crossed, letting the noise and heat of the room wash over her. The hallway outside the main stage was lined with nervous trainees pacing, rehearsing lines, adjusting makeup, fighting not to break down.
Reader’s eyes scanned them with a slow hunger.
Emotions were pouring off these kids like rainfall. Insecurity. Rage. Doubt. Fear. Just waiting to be siphoned.
Behind her, Sonata hummed. “This place is like a five-star buffet.”
Aria cracked her knuckles. “I could feed here for days.”
Reader didn’t smile. But her eyes flicked with faint amusement. “Focus.”
A girl stormed past them, makeup smudged, sniffling violently as she yanked out her in-ears and threw them at the floor. Another group huddled in a corner — two of them mid-argument, one trying to break it up.
Tension was ripe.
And then the door creaked open. A staff member stepped out, clutching a clipboard like a lifeline.
“Next group: The Dazzlings.”
It was colder inside the stage room.
Rows of judges. Idol coaches. Cameras. Trainees sitting in bleachers like an audience of prey watching their predators decide who would get eaten next.
Reader led the trio up the small riser, her boots echoing confidently across the floor.
They stood in a triangle — subtle, but sharp. Practiced. Deliberate.
A female judge leaned forward, pen ready. “Song title?”
Reader held the mic. “Battle of the Bands.”
A murmur ran through the other trainees. It wasn’t a song anyone recognized. Which meant either it was original — or they were insane.
The music began.
Low. Throbbing. Dangerous.
It wasn’t K-pop, not really. It had some of the polish — but the undertone felt darker. Rawer. Like something that didn’t belong on this stage, or maybe anywhere.
Reader started.
Sonata’s harmonies curled in like silk and poison. Aria’s voice was sharp — cutting into the air like a slap. They layered their vocals, wrapped them in an irresistible cadence, and slowly wove tension into the room like a spell.
And the spell worked.
The trainees watching started to shift. Small things. A glance. A side-eye. A foot tapping too fast. The girl in the back row narrowed her eyes at a teammate. One boy whispered something to his group, and one of them turned red.
Reader could feel it.
The unease.
The dark pulse.
The feeding.
Magic slithered through the air like a breeze — invisible to human eyes, but undeniable. They weren’t casting spells. They weren’t flashing lights or floating. This wasn’t magic like movies.
This was ancient.
Instinctual.
They were siphoning the raw, unspoken negativity in the room — the jealousy, the fear, the desperation — and turning it into energy. Into power.
And they didn’t have to lift a finger.
The performance soared to its peak — a sharp, powerful trio crescendo that made the room shake.
A girl gasped in the back. Another shoved her groupmate, whispering something too loudly. Whoever in the audience who managed to not start arguing and fighting with their teammates and friends were left sobbing in the corner.
One of the judges blinked and quickly scribbled something down. The idol coach beside her leaned over to whisper in her ear.
They didn’t know what they were witnessing.
But they knew they were witnessing something.
Backstage, Minutes Later
The hallway was even more chaotic now.
Groups full on arguing in the corners. Some were crying. One was already packing up their bags — they knew they’d be cut. Staff members ran around with clipboards and stage gear.
Reader leaned against a wall, arms folded again, watching it all with unreadable calm.
Aria’s smirk had never left her face. “You felt that, right?”
Sonata twirled a strand of her hair, grinning. “It was delicious.”
She felt good. Full. Stronger than they had been in weeks.
But as her gaze drifted to the far end of the hallway—
They weren’t alone.
Standing a few feet away, barely visible through the clusters of people — were three girls. Silent. Still.
Watching.
Huntrix.
Mira, eyes flickering between the Dazzlings and quiet scowl, was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. Zoey, smaller, with messy buns and warm eyes, looked confused. Her brows were furrowed, lips parted slightly — as if about to say something.
And in the center… Rumi.
Expression unreadable.
Her dark eyes held Reader’s with an unsettling calm. Not fear. Not suspicion.
Observation.
Reader didn’t break the gaze.
But her heart did thump, once, in her chest.
It wasn’t attraction. Not really. It wasn’t even a spark. It was something colder. Sharper.
Recognition.
Like two apex predators clocking each other across a clearing. One smiling. The other still.
Mira leaned in, whispering something to Rumi.
Zoey’s eyes flicked between them all nervously, like she was the only one unsure about the tension she could feel in the air but couldn’t name.
Eventually, Huntrix turned and left.
But not before Rumi gave Reader a small, polite nod.
One that said:
“I saw you.”
And Reader knew then — the chaos had fed them well.
But it had also drawn attention.
Later that evening, the energy at the bootcamp facility had shifted.
After the performance evaluations, most of the trainee groups were told to rest or review their critiques, but the mood was far from restful. Word had spread about the Dazzlings’ performance like wildfire, despite it not being televised yet.
No one could explain why it rattled them. No one wanted to.
But still — arguments kept flaring. People who were friends hours ago barely spoke. Coaches were alarmed at the sudden shift in group dynamics. Even staff started muttering about “some weird vibe in the air.”
And through it all, the Dazzlings wandered the halls like sharks after a feeding frenzy. Full, yes — but hungrier now than before.
Reader had separated from the others, finding herself in one of the dance studios that had gone dark for the night. Only the glow from the windows lit the space. Her reflection stared back at her from the mirror wall — calm, self-assured, but with that haunting glint in her eye. A glint she hadn’t seen in a while.
The magic had settled in her chest like a sun.
She could feel every single drop of energy they’d absorbed pulsing through her bloodstream. They were getting stronger. Not just in spirit — but physically. Her voice was more controlled. Her movements tighter. Even her senses were sharper.
It felt good.
Too good.
Until the door creaked open.
Footsteps padded in soft across the hardwood. Reader didn’t need to look to know who it was.
“Hey,” said a voice, casual but cautious.
Zoey.
The nice one.
Reader turned slowly, hiding her surprise behind a small, almost lazy smile.
Zoey stood there in a black hoodie, her curls pulled back, no makeup, holding a water bottle like a peace offering.
“Didn’t mean to interrupt your brooding moment,” Zoey added, her voice warm with a tinge of sarcasm.
Reader gave a light chuckle. “You didn’t.”
They stared at each other for a beat. The quiet was comfortable, but something simmered beneath it.
“You guys were... intense today,” Zoey said finally.
Reader raised an eyebrow. “That a compliment?”
“It’s something.”
Zoey looked like she was choosing her words carefully, but not in a manipulative way. Like she genuinely didn’t know whether she was concerned or intrigued.
“That song you did — Battle of the Bands?” Zoey asked, chewing on the inside of her cheek. “Was it original?”
“More or less.”
“Felt... I dunno. Weird. Not in a bad way. Just... different.”
There was something behind her eyes. A flicker of suspicion, sure. But also confusion. Like she didn’t want to assume the worst — but couldn’t shake the feeling that something about the Dazzlings wasn’t quite right.
She didn’t ask anything else, and Reader didn’t offer.
The moment passed — light, but not meaningless — and Zoey gave a small wave before heading out.
But Reader knew: if Zoey was the one checking in casually, it meant Rumi and Mira were probably watching in the shadows. They weren’t stupid.
They felt the magic. Even if they didn’t know what it was.
Elsewhere in the Bootcamp Facility
Rumi stood with her arms crossed on the rooftop, wind brushing past her hair, Mira beside her.
“They’re not human,” Mira said quietly.
Rumi didn’t respond right away.
She had been watching the Dazzlings from the beginning — but today confirmed it. That wasn’t just a strong performance. Something shifted in the air when they sang. Something dark. Something primal.
“We can’t take demon out of the picture yet,” Mira continued. “We may have just not seen any patterns yet.”
Zoey nods in agreement.
“No, not demons.” Rumi adds. “I’ve seen Reader’s arms and stomach from when she was training for some choreography. There was nothing, I made sure of it.”
Zoey wiggles her eyebrows. “Oh?”
“And the song,” Rumi murmured, staying on topic. “It wasn’t just lyrics. It did something to the room.”
Silence.
Then Mira turned to her. “You think they’re like us?”
Rumi stared out over the glittering skyline, deep in thought. Her voice, when it came, was low.
“I think we need to find out.”
next chapter
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Blurb: The stage is sacred. The fans, the fuel. The idols? Not human. HUNTRIX rules the idol world—famous, flawless, and secretly hunters of the supernatural. But something’s changing. The fallen sirens—Adagio!Reader, Aria, and Sonata—feel their lost power stir again through the Saja Boys’ music. They want back in. Caught between hunters and rising demons, the battle begins—where lyrics kill, and only one song makes it to the final chorus.
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last chapter
Rumi waited.
In dreams, she still heard Reader’s voice. Not the siren call that once made whole arenas crumble under its power and festered on dark emotions—but something smaller. The hum under her breath when she was focused. The half-laugh that escaped when she was trying not to smile. All of the small things Rumi noticed about her. The shaky breath between the chaos and calm that made Rumi's own breath hitch every time.
And now… nothing.
The Dazzlings stayed close. They lived on, somehow. Aria had taken to wandering the city rooftops. Sonata taught Zoey how to braid her hair. But none of them said her name.
Not out loud.
Because it hurt too much.
Until one day—fall. Or what passed for it after the storm.
Rumi came back to the stage ruins again. She always did. The others called it obsession, called it false hope. But Rumi didn’t think she was hoping anymore.
She just… remembered.
The wind rustled what was left of the velvet curtain, faded from red to wine-brown. Broken lights sparked in the wreckage.
And then a soft, tinny melody. Barely a whisper.
A toy keyboard, half buried in mud, playing three off-key notes in a row. A glitch?
No.
A pattern.
Her head snapped toward it.
Behind the melted scaffolding, the curtain rippled again. Like something had passed through it. Or was standing behind it.
And then—
A cough.
Dry, hoarse.
Familiar.
Rumi didn’t move. Her heart didn’t beat.
And then a voice. Wrecked. Raspy.
“...Didn’t think you’d still be here.”
The world dropped out from under her.
She ran.
Tripping, breaking through the curtains, scraping her knee on a jagged wire, breath caught in her throat like it hadn’t been used in weeks.
And there she was.
Crouched in the corner, bruised and ghost-pale. Hair tangled. Her eyes hazy, but glowing faintly.
Reader.
Alive.
Barely.
But alive.
Rumi’s scream broke like glass in her throat. She didn’t know whether to punch her or sob or kiss her again until the world disappeared.
So she did the only thing she could.
She fell to her knees in front of her. Touched her face. Trembled as she whispered, “You're real?”
Reader smiled, wincing. “I think so.”
Rumi collapsed forward, forehead resting against Reader’s.
“Why didn’t you come back?” she breathed.
“I couldn’t,” Reader whispered. “Not until now. I was… lost. Somewhere between everything.”
“You died,” Rumi said.
“I think I did.”
“You liar.”
“Only sometimes.”
And then Rumi laughed. It broke halfway through, turned into a sob as her hands curled in the hem of Reader’s torn jacket.
The others found them hours later. Reader asleep in Rumi’s lap. Rumi crying into her shoulder, holding her like something she'd never let go of again.
No one spoke.
No one had to.
The world was healing.
So were they.
A week later, the stars came out brighter than they had in years.
The Dazzlings sang on rooftops. Huntrix trained in abandoned dance studios. The city buzzed with something new. Something softer.
And in a little corner of the city, above a café that served honey milk and sea-salt bread, Reader and Rumi lived quietly.
No more demons.
No more shows.
Just mornings of brushing fingers across scars and whispering names like they were spells.
One night, under flickering neon lights and the faint hum of an old karaoke machine, Rumi pressed a kiss to Reader’s temple and whispered:
“I don’t care how many times the world ends, just promise you’ll always find me again.”
Reader nodded, voice small.
“Every time.”
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Blurb: The stage is sacred. The fans, the fuel. The idols? Not human. HUNTRIX rules the idol world—famous, flawless, and secretly hunters of the supernatural. But something’s changing. The fallen sirens—Adagio!Reader, Aria, and Sonata—feel their lost power stir again through the Saja Boys’ music. They want back in. Caught between hunters and rising demons, the battle begins—where lyrics kill, and only one song makes it to the final chorus.
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Chapter 2
The Dazzlings walk towards the venue in a cold and confident stature. They needed to find the Huntrix. Their main goal is simple: get close, observe, and size them up. They want to find the source of their magic—and exploit it. Destroy it.
They already knew what could happen if they didn’t take out the competition beforehand. Them being in this new world was proof of it.
Reader leads the plan, her demeanor icy but calm. Get inside the venue, past the security guards and hopefully charm their way backstage. Aria remains skeptical and on edge, while Sonata is surprisingly useful, charming her way past barriers with bubbly innocence.
“Wow! You have such large muscles, you’re so strong!” Sonata says gripping one of the security guards’ arms. Her bubbly personality coming off as heavily flirting to the man stopping them from getting inside.
He coughs, his face flushed and red.
“I’m sorry ladies, no tickets, no entry.”
Sonata frowns, pouting just enough to make the guard stammer.
“But we’re huge fans,” she whines softly, leaning in closer. “We came all this way just to see them. Don’t you believe in fate?” She bats her lashes. Behind her, Aria visibly gags while Reader keeps her gaze locked on the entrance. Calculating.
The guard hesitates, eyes darting between the three girls.
“I—I don’t know. I could lose my job—”
“Or,” Reader cuts in, her voice low and laced with something darker. “You could help us out… and we never speak of this again.”
Her eyes flash—just a flicker of crimson beneath the surface. A remnant of their old power. Just enough to push.
The man blinks, sways slightly on his feet, and then steps aside.
“Make it quick,” he mumbles, dazed.
Sonata winks. “You’re the best!”
They slip inside like smoke through cracks, the music from the main hall growing louder as they move. The pulse of it—it’s wrong.
Too perfect. Too addictive.
It hums through their bones like a drug.
Inside the venue is a maze of dancers, staff, glowing panels, and flashing lights. Reader pushes forward, instinct guiding her. They round a corner —and stop.
There they are.
Huntrix.
All three members of the girl group stand in front of the mass of people, smiling proudly on the stage. But Reader’s eyes narrow. Beneath the shimmer and gloss, she sees it—the golden glow that seemed to encase the girls. Subtle. Controlled. Radiating off their skin like sun-warmed silk.
“Now what?” Aria mutters behind her. “We gonna sing them into submission?”
Reader smirks, slowly adjusting her jacket.
“No,” she says. “We’re going to make them trust us.”
“And how do you suppose we do that, Reader?” Aria asks, arms crossed tightly across her chest. “We look like bums who crawled out of a sewer. We haven’t had a proper shower since we got here, and we’re barely holding onto what little power we’ve got.”
“Well, no shit, Aria,” Reader snaps, her voice sharp.
“If you actually listened to me,” she continues, baring her teeth, “you’d know the plan isn’t to charge in swinging. We observe. We watch for cracks. Wait for one of them to slip. And when they do—Huntrix will fall. One. By. One.”
The sounds of screaming fans wrapped around the massive venue, cell phones flashing like constellations. Bright digital billboards glared overhead, cycling through images of Huntrix mid-performance, their holographic forms shimmering with choreographed precision.
Sonata was half-distracted, tapping her fingers to a beat no one else could hear, until she broke the silence: “So... we’re not doing any throat-ripping just yet, right?”
Reader gave her a look. “No murder. Not unless it's metaphorical. Yet.”
The bass from inside the venue was so loud it vibrated through the pavement beneath their feet. Reader felt the magic again pulling, prickling under her skin like static. Whatever the source, it was alive. Performed. Carefully controlled.
“They’ve got power,” she muttered. “But it’s... untested. Staged. Like they’re playing with something they don’t even understand.”
Aria scoffed. “So, they’re fakes?”
“No. Worse,” Reader said, her voice low. “They’re real. But they don’t know how to use it yet. At least not to their full capabilities.”
Sonata twirled a strand of her hair and gave a little shrug. “Guess we’ll just have to teach them.”
Reader grinned at that—slow and cold.
“Exactly,” she said, adjusting her hood. “They’ve got the stage. But we’ve got the scars.”
Her eyes locked on the security guards at another entrance, and the plan began to form in her mind like smoke curling from a match.
The Dazzlings charmed their way deeper into the heart of the venue, slipping past layer after layer of security and crew with practiced ease. Whether it was Sonata’s flirtatious grins and wide-eyed innocence, Aria’s cold intimidation, or Reader’s calculated manipulation, they always found the right angle. And when charm wasn't enough, a low hum of their voices—just enough to stir unease or ignite desire—pushed people aside like waves parting for the tide.
Every step forward brought a growing buzz of magic. It clung to the air like smoke, thick and heady. The deeper they ventured, the more alive it felt. The stage lights bled through the cracks of thick curtains, the muffled roar of the crowd echoing down the halls. Their pace slowed instinctively. Something electric crackled around them.
They were close now. Reader could feel it—Huntrix was no more than a few feet away. A thin wall and a velvet curtain were all that stood between the sirens and the source of that golden shimmer they saw in the sky earlier. The same golden shimmer that now pulsed in the walls of this venue like veins.
Reader stopped, placing a steadying hand on the concrete wall beside her, letting the magic sink into her skin. She turned to the other two, her voice a whisper that felt heavier than a shout.
“They’re here.”
Aria clenched her jaw, eyes sharp and darting. Sonata just swayed on her heels, bouncing with a giddy sort of anticipation.
Reader narrowed her eyes.
“Don’t say a word. We don’t move until we know exactly what we’re dealing with.”
And with that, they pressed forward—silent shadows in the wings of the stage—ready to watch, listen, and unearth the cracks behind the spotlight.
Sonata pipes up after a few quiet moments. “What if they spot us? We look disgusting,” she whines, tugging at the frayed edge of her oversized hoodie.
“Right? If worse comes to worse and they actually see us, how are we going to talk our way out of that?” Aria adds, folding her arms tightly, her voice sharp with unease.
“You two have no faith in me,” Reader sneers, not even turning to look at them. Her eyes continue to scan the backstage area until they land on a cracked sign labeled Restrooms. “Then go. Clean yourselves up,” she mutters, motioning toward it with a tilt of her chin.
“Finally!” Sonata beams, throwing her fists in the air in triumph before Aria yanks her by the wrist and drags her along, grumbling the whole way.
Reader stays behind, half-shielded by a stack of equipment crates, her gaze locked on the glowing stage. Huntrix.
They were coordinated. Seamless. Not just in movement—but in presence. They didn’t just perform; they commanded the room like they were born to be on that stage. Their harmonies pulsed with something unnatural, a rhythm that resonated in the bones.
Reader narrows her eyes.
Perfect. Too perfect.
She scans the crowd from a distance, noting how easily they fall into hysteria over Huntrix. Cheers, phones raised, fans in tears. Reader could practically taste the emotional chaos—like static in the air—but it wasn’t the kind of power she and the others fed on. This magic… was different. Controlled. Purposeful.
So focused was she on analyzing the group that she didn’t realize the set had ended. The lights had dimmed. The sound of fans had faded behind the thick venue walls.
And now—Huntrix was heading backstage.
Reader’s eyes snap to the hallway just as the trio turns the corner. The smallest one, dressed in baggy black denim, was talking a mile a minute to the tallest—an elegant figure with long, deep pink hair. The third walked slightly behind, silent and unreadable, with sharp almond eyes and a piercing stare that seemed to scan everything covered by a pretty smile.
Reader pulls back behind a clothing stand, heart pounding. They were right there.
And worse? Sonata and Aria still hadn’t come back.
Blurb: The stage is sacred. The fans, the fuel. The idols? Not human. HUNTRIX rules the idol world—famous, flawless, and secretly hunters of the supernatural. But something’s changing. The fallen sirens—Adagio!Reader, Aria, and Sonata—feel their lost power stir again through the Saja Boys’ music. They want back in. Caught between hunters and rising demons, the battle begins—where lyrics kill, and only one song makes it to the final chorus.
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Chapter 9
“You’re next.”
Rumi’s voice was ragged, bitter with betrayal and burning from everything she’d just witnessed. Her sword trembled in her grip—not from fear, but from something far worse: heartbreak.
Above her, Reader hovered. Wings vast, eyes glowing, voice silent but heavy with intention. Aria and Sonata flanked her, siren auras pulsing with residual magic. The Dazzlings were still hungry. Still unfinished. Still other.
Rumi launched herself upward, flames spiraling behind her like comet tails. Her sword met Reader’s claws mid-air in a flash of steel and song. A thunderous crack tore the sky open above them as the two collided, their power rippling outward in brutal waves.
Reader didn’t hesitate. Her voice rose in a haunting wail, sonic blades slicing through the air, sending Rumi crashing through a steel beam. The structure split in half like paper.
“Is this what you really are?” Rumi yelled, emerging from the rubble, her face cut, eyes glowing with furious fire. “A monster with a pretty voice?!”
Reader’s form flickered—beauty and brutality coexisting in one breath. “You knew I wasn’t human. You just liked pretending I was. You already knew what I was deep down. You said it yourself.”
Rumi snarled, her voice changed—lower, rougher, primal. “And you liked pretending you could love me without killing me.”
They clashed again. Blades against claws, spell against flame. Buildings shattered beneath them. Craters formed with every hit. Each moment of silence between attacks throbbed with everything left unsaid.
Rumi shouted, pinning Reader against a chunk of crumbling stone. Her sword pressed against Reader’s neck, but her hands shook violently.
“I didn’t want this,” Reader whispered, her siren voice layered with echoes, with grief, with love. “I wanted you. Even if it meant breaking everything.”
“I killed people for you,” Rumi whispered.
“I never asked you to—”
“But you let me!”
Silence.
“And even now,” Rumi continued, “even after all the lies, the manipulation, the souls you feasted on with the Saja Boys like it was your fucking buffet—” She turned, wild-eyed, desperate. “Even now I still look at you and wonder if it was real.”
Reader didn’t move. “It was.”
“Then why does it feel like I was the only one bleeding?”
Another silence.
“I was bleeding too,” Reader said, voice cracking. “You just never saw it.”
And for a moment, Rumi faltered.
Rumi didn’t move. Her glowing eye was wide, uncertain. And then Reader kissed her—desperate, raw, unforgiving. Teeth and tongue and all the venom they’d kept buried between them. It was cruel and soft all at once. Like they could bleed out and bloom in the same second.
The ground beneath them cracked in protest. Glass burst in distant towers. The Idol Awards arena behind them had collapsed into a crater, and still, they didn’t stop.
But something—someone—did.
A sudden piercing shriek split the air. Reader froze mid-breath, mid-touch.
A flash of red burst in her chest.
For a moment, Reader didn’t register it. Then she looked down.
A jagged shard of cursed energy—meant for Rumi—was lodged in her ribs. A delayed counter-spell from Gwi-Ma’s remnants, burning through her from the inside out.
“Wha—” Reader stumbled, wings flickering. Her siren form cracked like glass.
Rumi caught her before she hit the ground.
“No. No no no no—” Rumi repeated like a prayer, pressing her hands to the wound, her flames trying to cauterize what was beyond repair. “Don’t you dare—don’t you dare do this to me.”
The Dazzlings landed beside them, panic twisting their faces. Sonata screamed. Aria went still.
Mira and Zoey rushed in too, unsure whether to draw weapons or offer help. The lines were blurred now. Nothing felt like war anymore—only loss.
Reader blinked up at the sky, her glow fading. “It hurts.”
“I know,” Rumi whispered, pressing her forehead to hers. “I know. Just hold on. We’ll fix it. We always fix things.”
“No we don’t,” Reader said, a faint, sad smile on her lips. “We just sing over the ruins.”
Rumi laughed, but it broke halfway through into a sob. “Don’t you dare go poetic on me. Not now.”
“She’s not healing,” Aria snapped. “Why isn’t she healing?”
“She needs power,” Mira said quickly. “We can transfer ours—”
“No,” Rumi said. “No, it won’t be enough.”
She looked down, eyes frantically searching Reader’s face. “You’re going to be okay. You always find a way.”
But Reader only smiled. “Not this time.”
And then—her body seized. Her back arched violently, a terrible scream ripping from her chest. Her wings flared out in a final, desperate blast of siren magic before disintegrating into ash. Her eyes glowed bright—and then went glassy.
Silence fell.
“No—no, no!” Rumi screamed, shaking her. “Don’t do this! Stay with me!”
“I loved you,” Reader whispered, and Rumi couldn’t even answer. She just pulled her in, kissed her again like it was the only truth she could cling to.
And then—
Reader went still in her arms.
Sonata was sobbing, rocking on her knees. Aria stood frozen, jaw clenched, eyes wide and disbelieving. Mira reached out, but Zoey pulled her back—unable to even look.
The light in Reader’s eyes faded.
Her body stilled.
And something inside Rumi shattered.
Her scream pierced the sky.
It was not the cry of a warrior. It was the cry of a girl who had lost the only person who ever saw through her armor. A girl who had fought for love too late.
A girl who could never say “I love you” without blood on her hands.
She cradled Reader's limp form to her chest, rocking back and forth like she could somehow rewind time. She pressed her forehead to hers, whispering desperate things—soft apologies, broken confessions, things she should’ve said when they still had time.
“I should’ve protected you,” she sobbed. “I should’ve fought harder for you. I should’ve—gods, I should’ve let myself love you.”
More sobs racked Rumi’s body as she watches Reader’s body start to turn to an amber coloured dust. She reaches her arms out in vain- to hold onto it- anything left of Reader before she was completely gone.
Aria fell to her knees beside them. “She was our leader.”
“She was our family,” Sonata whimpered.
“She was mine,” Rumi whispered. “She was—mine.”
The smoke had cleared.
The crowd was gone.
The Saja Boys had vanished.
And all that remained of the war was one lost girl in the arms of another.
After the Fall
Rumi didn’t cry at the memorial.
She didn’t cry when they burned what was left of the stage.
Didn’t cry when Aria laid down Reader’s shattered mic like a gravestone.
Didn’t cry when Sonata sang a lullaby no one had heard since the sirens first rose from the sea.
No.
Rumi just stood there, hands clenched so tightly her nails drew blood from her palms. Her eye glowed faintly beneath her bangs, but the rest of her looked… blank.
Hollow.
The kind of hollow that no one could fill.
Denial
“She’s not dead.”
It came out of nowhere, a week after the battle. Rumi had been sitting in the back of an abandoned dance studio, watching the dust swirl in a beam of afternoon light. Mira had brought her food—again—and as always, she hadn’t touched it.
“She’s not dead,” Rumi said again, firmer.
Mira froze.
“Rumi…” she began.
“No.” Rumi’s eye narrowed, lips trembling. “You didn’t feel it. The way her energy surged at the end. The stage was collapsing. We couldn’t see everything. Maybe—maybe she faked it. Maybe she went into hiding. Sirens can do that. They’re slippery. You know they are.”
“You were holding her when she stopped breathing.”
Rumi turned her head away. “I felt a pulse.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“I did,” Rumi whispered.
She didn’t sleep that night.
She went out searching the wreckage. Again.
And again the next day.
And the next.
Anger
The next week, she broke every mirror in the old Huntrix base.
She didn’t scream. Didn’t cry.
She just… broke. One by one, glass shards rained to the ground as she stared into each one like it might offer her a different version of herself. One where she hadn’t let Reader die. One where she had said something sooner. One where she had fought harder.
Sonata tried to stop her. Rumi shoved her so hard into the wall she cracked the plaster.
“You don’t get to pity me,” she snarled. “You didn’t love her.”
“We all loved her,” Sonata whispered, eyes watering. “We just didn’t love her like you did.”
Rumi disappeared for three days after that.
They found her in the mountains, barefoot, bruised, eyes swollen from exhaustion. She’d been fighting off rogue demons like she was trying to die.
She didn’t want to come back.
They had to drag her.
Bargaining
“She once said souls never really die,” Rumi muttered into Aria’s shoulder one night, drunk off siren wine and grief. “Just go somewhere else. Another plane. Another mirror. Maybe if I could—if I found a way to cross over—I could find her.”
“That’s dangerous,” Aria said, keeping her voice soft. “Those dimensions aren’t made for us.”
“I’d risk it. I’d rip the veil open with my bare hands if it meant I could see her one more time.”
“She wouldn’t want that.”
“You don’t know what she’d want,” Rumi hissed, pushing away.
But the truth was: they all did.
Reader would’ve told her not to burn herself alive for someone already gone.
Reader would’ve said "keep singing."
Depression
Then came the quiet weeks.
Rumi didn’t speak. She didn’t fight. She barely ate. She wandered the halls of their shared compound like a ghost haunting her own home, occasionally curling up in the practice room where she and Reader once danced.
She stopped singing.
The last time she stepped into a recording booth, she stood in the dark for two hours before whispering, “I can still smell her perfume on the mic.”
That was the day Mira called a meeting.
“We need to help her,” she said, looking around at the others. “She’s not just mourning—she’s gone.”
“We’re trying,” Zoey said. “But she won’t let us in.”
“She’s grieving the way we can’t,” Aria said, hollow. “Reader was her opposite. Her equal. Her rival. Her—everything. And now she’s alone in that space.”
Sonata wiped her nose. “I miss her too.”
They all did.
But for Rumi, missing her wasn’t enough.
Missing her had become religion. Devotion. The only thing tethering her to existence.
Acceptance
It didn’t come easy.
It didn’t come clean.
It came on a night when Rumi, once again, returned to the ruined dome.
No crowd. No lights. Just the ghost of a voice.
She stood in the center, holding a new microphone she hadn’t touched since Reader died.
The wind stirred her hair.
Her demon eye pulsed once—and dimmed.
“Okay,” she whispered to no one. “I’ll live. But not without remembering.”
She sang one note.
Just one.
It broke her open from the inside out.
The ruined stage was soaked in moonlight now, ash still clinging to the cracked tiles. She sat in the center, legs folded beneath her, the old mic Reader once held resting quietly in her lap.
Wind drifted through broken rafters. Dust stirred like ghosts in the spotlight’s memory.
She didn’t speak. Didn’t sing.
She just listened.
Not for a sound.
But for a silence she could live with.
Above her, a tattered banner from the boot camp finale fluttered in the breeze—“The Future of Idols.”
Faded. Torn. Almost laughable now.
A gust blew through, rubble could be heard falling in the distance. The weight of it all collapsing one final time.
She closed her eyes.
“Goodnight,” she whispered.
Not to the sky. Not to the ghosts.
To her.
She stood slowly, mic still in her hand.
Behind her, something small glimmered. A puddle catching the moonlight just right. It rippled. Then stilled.
Like breath.
Or maybe just wind.
As Rumi walked away, the faintest hum trailed in the air behind her.
A harmony—so brief and buried—it might’ve been imagined.
Might’ve.
She didn’t go home.
Didn’t even know what home meant anymore.
Instead, Rumi walked—barefoot, her boots long since left in the ruins—through the city that no longer felt like hers. The streets were oddly quiet for a place that had once lit up like a supernova with idol dreams. Neon signs flickered without sound. Billboards still bore the faces of the Saja Boys, frozen mid-smile. Golden, perfected, worshipped.
And yet, beneath the surface, something was off.
Like a stage after the curtains fall—too much quiet where there should be applause.
She found herself standing outside a ramen shop Reader once dragged her into. It had been raining that night. Reader ordered extra spice, then dared Rumi to eat it without flinching. She did. Barely.
Now the windows were dark. Closed sign hanging skewed. A cracked phone booth nearby still held a flyer someone had taped up:
"Join the Show: Become the Next Idol!"
There was a tear straight through the word “Next.”
Rumi pressed her forehead to the glass.
“Where are you?” she whispered.
No one answered.
Back at the Huntrix safehouse, Mira and Zoey tried. They really did.
They brought her water. Food. Even jokes. Mira tried to sing once—off-key and shaky, but it was effort.
Rumi didn’t touch any of it.
She sat with her sword across her knees, eyes fixed on the wall. Day after day.
“We need you,” Zoey said quietly one night, kneeling beside her. “You don’t have to be okay. Just… be something.”
Rumi didn’t answer. Didn’t even blink.
Mira swore she saw her mouth twitch—just a bit—when Zoey left her favorite chocolate bar by the door.
But even then… no movement.
They buried what was left of Reader under the shattered Idol Dome.
A quiet ceremony. No press. No fans. Just the Dazzlings and the Huntrix. Sonata wouldn’t let go of her hand. Aria didn’t say a word the whole time.
They carved a symbol into the stone that meant song. And below it, one line:
“She was the last note in the symphony.”
Rumi couldn’t stand to stay.
One night, weeks later, Rumi returned to the Idol Dome.
She walked alone through the ruins, now overgrown with ivy and silence. Her fingertips grazed the scorched remains of the dressing room doors. Her boots crunched over broken sequins, melted wires, cracked glitter.
She found the mirror Reader had once stared into before a performance. It was cracked now—seven shards scattered across the floor.
She picked one up.
Her reflection was split. Fragmented. Almost unrecognizable.
“I hate you,” she whispered.
To herself.
To the mirror.
To the part of her that hadn’t saved her.
She dropped the shard and it sliced her palm.
Blood.
Real. Stark. Red.
She didn’t even flinch.
Instead, she dipped her fingers in it and pressed them to the wall beside her:
A smear of red. Then a line. Then a curve.
A shape. A mark.
Reader’s sigil.
Her voice caught in her throat.
And still… no tears came.
She’d gone beyond grief. She was something else now.
Hollow.
Sometimes, when the night was quiet enough, Rumi could almost hear it.
Not a voice.
Not a song.
Something fainter.
Like a breeze under the door of a sealed room.
Like the weight of someone sitting beside you in a dream.
She slept on the floor of Reader’s old dressing room now, curled under the cracked vanity, eyes fixed on the ceiling.
And sometimes, just before sleep, she’d speak.
Just a few words.
Not spells. Not magic. Just memory.
“I’d give it all back… just to hear you sing again.”
And once—only once—she thought she felt warmth by her cheek.
It vanished before she could open her eyes.
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Back at the grave, a stray cat curled up beside the stone.
It purred. Then looked up at the sky and meowed once, loud.
And in the wind that rustled the ivy along Reader’s name, one flower bloomed too early.
Out of season.
Out of time.
Violet.
A color that had no right to grow there.
And yet.
It stayed.
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