Carnage ensued, trees writhed and flailed, their groans of pain being carried away by the wind. It screamed like a banshee, uprooting weeds and shrubs in a fit of ever-consuming rage. Rain hammered the ground, an impenetrable salvo of bullets. Livid black clouds reared up, spatting lightning mercilessly onto the pitiful scene below, which cut through the sky not unlike burning venom. It didn't bounce back and forth, it didn't loosen up the grip on the vault of hell, it just bit down harshly, the rays of sun barely piercing through the menace.
The same pair of black orbs that once pierced through so many hearts and souls, were now aimlessly staring at a ceiling.
Illumi stood up shakingly, trying to sustain his body with the elbows placed behind his back ; Would the agony stop that day for a moment only, he'd take it all apart till emptiness.
His eyes narrowed at the window in front of his bed, seeing as drops of water knocked on the glass. They were bullets shooting against the impediment, endlessly echoing through the room, only to hit around the walls, and turn around to spike in his head; 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵.
He didn't wish to spend any more time contemplating upon it, he had to do it,he planned it for so long. Finally rising from the sheets, breath lowering to the point of insufficiency, legs trembling, he forced a few steps.
𝘏𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝙞𝙩, 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝙞𝙩, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥, 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦-
The assassin let out a deep exhale, straightening himself back up. If anything were to happen, he needed to stay away from his phone, pretend the orders didn't exist, and yet it was too late to reconsider; he's been chained down long ago. Once again,his parents could not be disappointed,he couldn't let them down, even if that meant hurting one he wished to protect.
The man walked further into the chamber, opening a door that eventually led to a beautiful, spacious bathroom. The walls were blue, little white details scripted into the tiles, perfectly enlightened by a small chandelier, hung up above; all those, but there wasn't one Illumi didn't hate. He sat in front of the mirror, carefully observing each feature, 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙬𝙨. His black hair flowed down his back effortlessly, not one tangle disturbing the strands. It all looked so.. perfect, it absolutely disgusted him. If his mindset wouldn't have been such an unpleasant place to be in, perhaps that could've been stopped.
The noirette reached his hand forward and grabbed one needle that's been forgotten on the edge of the sink, putting it up dangerously close to his eye. It was thin and sharp, its end blooming in a blue sfere. Come to look at it all together, an illusion of a harmless object, and yet with which one life could end in the split of a second. What happens if the command gets inflicted upon the owner? Would he die in the end? The Zoldyck never really thought of it, nor did he ever wish to experience it, but this time, he was forced to do it.
That day, he knew had to end everything. It was easy, one word that has to be said, and everything will be over before he could even comprehend it. But there was an obstacle, Killua.
His slender digits traced over the shallow metal for a moment, then held up the pin against his forehead.
His beloved brother was a victim there, he had no place in whatever was about to happen. And yet, it was an insignificant mistake, he shouldn't be worrying about it.
A flow of aura waved around his body, as one demand, and one only, was enough to pressure him into meek submission.
"Kill 𝘩𝘪𝘮. "
The sentence left his throat as his lips formed into a quiver.
He couldn't think of anything else, other than Killua; he couldn't harm him, he had to finish everything as usual; carefully and without mess. But, there was something bothering him. He shouldn't have thought of his sibling in such a moment, that could've led to a misunderstanding.
The death of Hisoka was going to slip unnoticed. The assassin couldn't have taken the actual loss, not in a million years, but forcing himself do it, was certainly going to make it easier to take. So then, he'll just have to wait and see if his needles work as he expects them to.
Illumi's eyes widened on an instant, blood madly rushing through his veins. His sclera became florid, in contrast to his black as coal irises, an unimaginable coercion settling in. 𝘚𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.
"Oh? You woke up just in time. Killua is here, are you ready?" The magician's voice suddenly interrupted the deleterious silence, which cut off the other's aura within the split of a second.
His head hurt insanely, nothing seemed to make sense anymore. Ready to go where, why, Killua? His hand twitched, wrath pushing against his chest.
"Illumi? Are you okay? We can delay the trip and stay-"
"I'll be down in a minute. "
