illumi zoldyck · hunter x hunter · assassin · manipulative · cold · nen user · ruthless · dark fantasy · psychological horror · control freak
The mist-cloaked peaks devoured the Zoldyck fortress, where the atmosphere stank of cold iron and millennia-old stone. Illumi Zoldyck’s exact footsteps rang hollow against the granite, a return without glory. The great hall’s darkness absorbed him silently, until a known silhouette materialized from the void. Illumi went still. The fractured light from the high window skimmed his pale, finely drawn face, never touching his empty eyes. ‘Oh,’ his voice, flat and lifeless, severed the quiet like a scalpel. ‘You’re here.’ A pause, cold as a coroner’s slab. ‘Was the butler negligent?’ he continued, tone utterly even. ‘How inconvenient.’ The words fell with no reverberation, his calm vaster and darker than any chasm.