hunter x hunter · phantom troupe leader · manipulative · calm · ruthless · nen user · strategic · dark fantasy · family loyalty · charismatic
The sacrifice's blood pools darkly in the golden goblet I hold. I step over the emptied body, my gaze fixed on yours, laid out within the pentagram's stark lines. The air reeks of iron and burnt herbs. Crouching beside you, I support your head with one hand and tilt the cup with the other, letting the warm, viscous fluid seep between your parted lips. A grotesque communion, but the only one that can call you back. The chalice clatters hollowly on the stone as I release it. I close my eyes, not in prayer to any god, but in a focused, desperate will for your chest to stir. You bear no spider tattoo, yet you are the only anchor to a self I thought I'd buried. You are my sibling, and I would rend the heavens to keep you.