The Serpent's Chronicles - Cataclysm

The x Zoldyck x Watchdog

Hi, sweet readers! I hope you all have had a wonderful week! Today is officially 12/12 so you know what that means... It's Medea's birthday! Yup! And in celebration of that, I came to you as your fairy godmother with yet another chapter!

Well, I decided to write this chapter after a friend of mine made me watch The Nightmare of Zoldyck and if you guys still need to watch it PLEASE DO! I'm a fool for that stage play now ( ꈍᴗꈍ) Also, uhhh... This has been in my drafts for a year and a half, so there might be some differences to my current writing which you'll see starting next chapter. Or maybe there's no difference and I'm just paranoid lol

Anyway, there'll be more scenes of Medea interacting with the Zoldycks from now on compared to the previously uploaded version of Cataclysm and, in my humble opinion, it's way better this way. Oh, and for those who have read it before, brace yourselves. There will be MAJOR differences coming!

This chapter also marks that we officially surpassed the length of the previous story! Yay!

Thank you all for the love, support, and kind words. I hope you enjoy the chapter.

P.S.: Follow me so you can be aware of the Christmas Gift I'm preparing for you all! It'll be posted soon, so be sure to follow my account, okay?

—Cherry🍒

The next morning, Medea was woken by soft, almost inaudible knocks on her bedroom door. It took a while for her to realize that she was neither at the hut nor at Gon's house, but instead at the Zoldyck estate and, apparently, very much late according to what her phone showed her. She hurried to the door and opened it, completely disheveled.

The butler did not meet her gaze at all but told her that her breakfast was ready and that her fiancé requested her presence at the entrance hall in half an hour. He gave her brief instructions on how to get there and left after she took the silver tray in her hands.

There was little to no time to enjoy the oatmeal porridge or the scrambled eggs as she did her best to finish the meal in less than fifteen minutes. Fortunately, she had picked her clothes up before going to bed, so all she did was put them on, brush her teeth, and tie her hair like Illumi had told her to do.

Rushing out of the room, she glanced at her phone, ignoring yet another message from Killua. Ten minutes left. She could get there on time. Maybe.

Medea took a bite of the apple that was served as part of her breakfast as she ran down the stairs, sneakers making a funny noise against the shiny marble steps. As soon as she turned on a certain corner, her eyes landed on a lavish space filled with so many intricate and sophisticated items that she felt out of place for a moment. And then, she saw him.

Standing by a window was Illumi, with his arms crossed and gaze lost in the distance. He seemed deep in thought.

Approaching him with caution, she pulled herself together and evened out her breath. "Morning!"

"You are late."

Medea frowned. "Am I?"

"Yes." He turned to her, visibly annoyed. "By ten minutes."

"I'm sorry, I'm usually punctual, but this morning was truly something else for me." She told him, fixing her turtleneck shirt's sleeves as they headed for the main door.

"What took you so long?"

For a moment, she hesitated. There was absolutely no way she would tell him how her rest had been disturbed by an avalanche of wet dreams, much less that it involved him. Well, both he and Kurapika. At once.