Hello, my lovely readers! It's been a while, hasn't it? I missed you all so so much! I haven't been active since last year and I apologize for it. My life went through many changes and that made me stop writing altogether because I couldn't bear reading anything of mine, so I'm relieved I'm actually excited about writing again because I missed it. I also missed this healthy atmosphere from the Illumi stans fanbase — I tried other fandoms but there's nothing like home lol.
Speaking of changes, I'm also into JJK now! Does that mean I will write something for it? Well, who knows? Certainly not me! But yeah, I do have ideas, whether I'll write them down it's a mystery... In any case, stan Satoru and Suguru and SatoSugu my children
Anyway, there's three other chapters ready but, as before, I'll be updating twice a month. I have university and it's draining me to the point I suspect I have depression yay! But I don't care about depression, I just care about Illumi's fat tits on my face
There might be a special spin-off Christmas present for you guys Stay tuned!
Thank you all for the kind words and not giving up on Cataclysm. Love you!
—Cherry
Illumi was quiet. Irritatingly quiet. During almost a whole day traveling to Padokea, he had only talked to Medea less than five times — mostly to make sure she did not have a fever anymore, but also to reprimand her bored sighs. Of course, this had yielded a monologue on her part about how she would not do that if she had something interesting to do, which he promptly ignored.
That being said, she had gone back to square one.
Medea was a woman who liked to interact with people. To her, they were fun tools to spend her time with, a vast shelf of chocolate bars that she could choose the most eye-catching one from. They were different. Intriguing. Good to keep her from wandering into the deep, dark corners from her mind. But with Illumi refusing to entertain her, she felt a pang of discomfort in her chest.
It reminded her of those endless, lonely, silent days in her childhood.
To recall that was horrible. No matter what she did, he would still not give her any attention. It got on her nerves. It was as if she were back in Proyca, asking anyone to play with her.
She glanced at him from the corners of her eyes.
Long black hair cascaded down his shoulders like liquid coal, shining like a jewel under the airship's lights. Smooth. So smooth. She felt tempted to reach out to touch it, but restrained herself and played with the rhodolites and the rubies on her wrist instead.
There was no way in hell she would beg for anyone's attention, much less Illumi's. She refused to do that. It was a matter of self-respect.
He had decided to have her, had he not? He had stalked, kidnapped, and made her so many promises... Therefore, he was the one who should find a way to start a conversation.
Until this moment, however, waiting for him to take the initiative did not seem to be effective.
The man looked more like a statue, still as he was, utterly silent while watching the clouds and, occasionally, the mountain ranges and the lights on the horizon. He did not even glance in her direction or try to sneak a peek at her through the reflection in the window, and, instead, opted to keep his head resting on one hand while he wandered off. The presence by his side did not affect him at all.
Medea scoffed. Quite contradictory after he had made a point of having her presence for the rest of his life.
Crossing her legs, Medea was about to close her eyes and take a nap when Illumi finally turned to her. "How are you feeling?"
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The Serpent's Chronicles - Cataclysm
Fanfiction"That's different." Illumi pointed out. "Killua is the heir, he is my family." "And who said she can't become your family either?" Those words caught him by surprise, causing him to stop walking while reflecting on what he had just heard. Why couldn...
