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oddeyechrollo · 21 days ago

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Prisonic Fairytale (1) Ptolemaea

Synopsis: Chrollo cannot reform the church as he’s always dreamed of, and takes matters into his own hands after saving a nun from her premature death.

Warnings: religious symbolism (duh), acts of violence, death, murder, sacrilege, cannibalism, religious ignorance, major character death, typical phantom troupe shenanigans, mentions of animal deaths, angst. Minors dni.

Word count: 15k. major thank you to my beloved @nerosero-requiem for beta reading :3

A vampire is a creature in love with his own desolation. He grips what he has lost like a shield. In the labyrinths of a castle abandoned by tenderness, you can find him roaming, silent and voluptuous, head lowered, thirsting his unquenchable thirst, tormented by the memory of something that might never have happened. Carmilla, the vampire of Sheridan Le Fanu, as well as the elusive Nosferatu, know it all too well: there is a greatness one attains by braving the foul weather of anomaly. In eternal night, suffering can be a homeland.

“I know you’re there.”

No response, not even a single breath- not that his underling needs oxygen anyway. Chrollo sighs heavily. He doesn’t want to play games tonight, even if he is the cause for the boy’s stunted maturity.

“Come out, dear. I know you’re just curious.” He calls out once more. He hears delicate footsteps crunch against the snow on the graveyard's ground. Chrollo places the bouquet of white orchids on a well polished tombstone, turning his neck around to make eye contact with his apprentice. “Good evening, Kalluto. Did you visit your brother today?” Chrollo makes light conversation, despite the grim setting.

It still unsettles Kalluto when Chrollo twists his neck like an owl, but he makes no comments on that. It’s fitting for his leader anyway.

“I did. It’s Killua’s 29th birthday. He didn’t pay me much attention though, they never do. I think they’ve grown accustomed to my condition, but it doesn’t change the fact that they see me in a different light. I guess it doesn’t matter, father’s always preferred Killua over me.” He grumbles, sitting next to the keeper of the castle.

“I fear it’s our destiny to be ignored by our fathers will, isn’t it?” Chrollo comments, looking back to the tombstone before them.

“I thought you didn’t have a father?” Kalluto asks. He looks at the tombstone too, but he doesn’t understand the language written on it. Only two dates from hundred of years ago.

“The lord was my father once, and look at where that got me.” He chuckles darkly, rubbing onto the beads of the rosary he wore.

“Can I ask you who this is? I can’t read that.” Kalluto says, wiping some of the snow off the stone. Chrollo doesn’t respond immediately, instead he closes his eyes and thinks deeply, solemnly.

“She was someone I lost in my quest for the church’s redemption, someone who I admired greatly, who I should have listened to.�� A tear falls down his eye, but Kalluto doesn’t comment on it. Chrollo whispers her name, your name once before he clears his throat. “She knew, she knew of the circumstances but I was human, I was foolish. She’s the one who made me this,” Chrollo raises the rosary up for Kalluto to admire. “No one can make them the way she could. Her devotion to God was incomparable to anyone else’s, she was simply too good for this world.” He laments.

“Can you tell me about her? She sounds interesting.” Kalluto replies. Chrollo doesn’t want to speak of you right now, but the vampyrling is far from understanding something like that.

Admittedly, Chrollo killed off many of his brain cells the night Kalluto came to him drenched in blood and pain. He couldn’t help himself, he’d grown too fond of the young boy and transformed him on the spot. A side effect that most wouldn’t understand of the vampyric process is how utterly stupid they are within the first few years of transition. It would explain how aggressive and hedonistic they are, but they would grow out of it like Chrollo did. Kalluto was no different, Chrollo made sure to keep the boy under his stern watch the first ten years after he made the switch from human to vampire. He’s better now, but emotionally, he has many more trials to go through.

Although he's never cared to ask why Chrollo comes down here every night, perhaps the boy is finally leaning into his emotional curiosities. Hell, Kalluto didn’t even ask why the troupe members show up or why he gathers food for some of them beforehand. Maybe this would be good for him.

“I used to be a priest long before God made me the demon I am before you.” Chrollo begins.

Chrollo halts at the metal gates separating him from his new home: Our Lady of Perpetual Sorrow. It was a peculiar place, unlike the monastery in his own hometown. Chrollo gazes at one of the few double monasteries in the country; a safe haven for both women, men, and children under the Lord’s protection. The door of the main church opens, it’s quite the handsome structure, he takes note of the glass stains in the front windows, he’ll have to check the rest of them soon for intricate designs. Two men and a nun exit the exquisite building as he waves to them.

“Hello! I’m Priest Chrollo! I was sent in from Meteor City.” He smiles with pride; the head priest himself had sent him off after his two year stay under his leadership. The nun doesn’t budge, but the men smile at him and head over to the gate.

“My! Thank the Lord for your safe travels, allow me to open the gate, Forgive the tight security, this forest is filled with unholy beings,” a short, bald man says as he grabs a ring filled with multiple, unique keys. He grabs the largest one and places it into the lock, swiftly removing the chains from the gates. “Come in, come in! We’re honored to host a priest that’s been widely respected by one of our sister churches. We’ll take your belongings to the monastery, it’s right over here past the gardens.” The taller man says, but Chrollo gives him a look of concern.

“Nonsense, I’ll carry my luggage myself, it has wheels on the bottom, see?” Chrollo grabs ahold of his bag and quickly rolls it to demonstrate its usefulness. “Technology is absolutely fascinating! Who knows what the next generation of geniuses will create!” Chrollo beams at the men, following the tall one towards a small pebbled path as the short man locks the gates once more. “What may I refer to you as?” He asks, bowing his head at the two men.

“My, so humble! We didn’t expect a big shot like you to behave so. Father Elroy was an old friend of mine, you see. He came here before heading off to your monastery, but I'm sure he’s told you all about that. He praised you heavily in the letters he’s sent to us, but forgive me! I ramble a lot. I’m father Genma, and this is Father Angus. I’ve served our Lord for over ten years here, and Angus has 30 years of experience here!” Genma prides himself in his work, clearly. Chrollo can see why; the grounds are kept in a loving condition that makes it the haven it is. The flowers are well in bloom, the buildings look well kept, and even the paths look orderly, as if every pebble has a place.

“I’m eager to learn more from you both, as well as everyone else in your community.”

The double monastery has an interesting layout: there are the men’s sleeping quarters on one side of the church and on the other is the women’s side, as well as the orphans who reside here. There is a large dining room behind the church as well as a shared living quarters for everyone that has several couches and tables. Father Genma says they often play games together as a family there, or have music nights. Chrollo adores the gardens that lay behind the sleeping quarters. There’s a wooden playground for the young children and a gazebo where vines grow around the top.

“Let’s announce your arrival to the priest and nuns! They’ve all been so eager to hear updates on you.” Angus pipes in as he enters Chrollo’s new quarters. Chrollo shakes his head and laughs.

“It’s alright, if you don’t mind I’d like to observe for now. I wouldn’t want to disturb anyone’s routines.” He explains, putting the last of his robes into the wardrobe behind him. “If anything I’ll introduce myself at supper, if that’s fine.” Chrollo insists. He’s here to help the people, not disturb their day to day lives.

“Of course! Do you have any dietary restrictions? One of our sisters is a master chef, she grows the most wonderful fruits and vegetables in existence and bakes them in ways unknown to humanity,” says Genma, rubbing his stomach at the thought.

“The children adore her, she’s a novice nun who came to us several years ago as a child.” Angus adds.

“It’ll be a pleasure to eat her delicacies. I do not have any restrictions, thank you for asking, Father.” Chrollo confirms and smiles.

“Right, we’ll leave you to your own devices then. The dining hall and kitchen are right behind the church, we have a few signs posted if you lose your way,” Angus says as he closes the door to Chrollo’s humble bedroom.

There isn’t much decor, just a simple cross, wardrobe, bed, and nightstand. Chrollo grabs the last piece from his luggage: a picture of his beloved sister, Sarasa, from early childhood. He places it on his nightstand, admiring the painting as he’s done every evening of his life. “I’ll make you proud,” he whispers to her picture, beaming back at her own eternal smile. “You wouldn’t believe the journey from Meteor City, I’ll explain it all after dinner, I promise. I’ll be back, Sarasa!” He waves at the image and opens his bedroom door, ready to explore the community he’s so eager to learn about.

Chrollo’s always been a silent man, his footsteps rarely make any noise, and he’s been known to surprise people with his appearance alone. He watches as children play on some swings under the watchful gaze of a few nuns. He turns to the side, his ears picking up some sort of commotion near the kitchen.

A boy has knocked over what seems to be glass, and from the looks of it, he’s afraid. The same old nun that came out of the church when Chrollo arrived hasn’t seen him, but she will in due time. Would he pick up the pieces? They seem far too risky to pick at without a broom, anything he did would leave him bloodied and hurt.

The nun arrives, a look of displeasure written on her face. “What in God’s name did you do this time, Luther?! My goodness, you know to be careful around the kitchen! God knows how many glasses you’ve ruined by running around here!” She scorns, grabbing ahold of the child harshly. He’ll be hit, it’s what older nuns believe in anyway. It’s not his own value, but one of the Church that Chrollo simply could not change. Not in this lifetime. The nun already has a bamboo rod in hand, but before she gets the opportunity to strike, the door opens to the kitchen.

A nun, and judging from her robes, she’s a novice.You must be the one the fathers speak of.

“Sister Adelene, I was the one who dropped the glass, I merely asked Luther to make sure no one else steps on it while I retrieved the broom.” You smile at her, putting yourself in front of the black haired boy and the crone despite the grip she holds onto him.

“Huh?! Then why didn’t he say so?!” She rebutes, holding onto her rod.

“My goodness, Sister Adelene! You hold a rod in your hand, the poor boy was probably shaken at the sight of it alone! It’s not as if Luther’s ever been a verbal child. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this myself.” You assure. The nun lets go of the boy and continues her walk along the grounds until she’s out of sight. The boy engulfs you in a hug, letting a few tears out in the process.

“Be careful, Luther. Oh! Here’s the broom by the way. Be a dear and sweep it up, will you? I’ll give you a treat, but don’t tell the others!” You giggle, going back inside to grab a broom. The boy nods eagerly, sweeping up the glass and putting it on a dustpan as he follows you inside to the kitchen. The kitchen itself has no glass on the windows, and Chrollo moves closer to hear the conversation.

“… she means well in her own way, my dear. It’s just a cup in my opinion, but that doesn’t mean she shares the same feelings too. Alright, do you want an apple or pomegranate? You didn’t have breakfast either, so you have to pick one of them!” The nun insists. The boy never speaks, only points at things and bows to you. You hand him a green apple and he begins to chew on it.

“Go out behind the women’s sleeping quarters and eat it on the bench by the birdbath, no one patrols there.” You instruct him and he nods, leaving the kitchen and running off on his own. Chrollo observes the boy as he hides the apple in his shirt, running out towards the women’s dormitory.

“Excuse me, but who are you?” Your voice scares Chrollo, he didn’t think he’d be caught! He turns over to you, sticking your head out the window. Your face has no ill intentions, only mere curiously. He gathers his senses before responding to you.

“I’m Chrollo! The new priest sent in after Father Lenor’s death, God bless his soul.” He answers, rubbing the bottom of his sleeves out of anxiety.

“Oh, nice to meet you,” you smile at him. You give him your name in return and go back inside of the kitchen, but he moves to look directly inside the kitchen now.

“You lied to that nun,” he whispers, but you don’t falter in your cooking. You merely continue to cut up carrots and shrug.

“That I did, and I’d truly appreciate it if that secret died with us and God.” You reply, not giving him any attention still.

“That isn’t the issue, my question is, why did you?” He asks. “Forgive me, I’ve always been a curious man fascinated by human nature.” He explains.

“What’s a greater sin in your eyes? To strike at a child or to lie for their safety? Would I be helping Sister Adelene’s soul by allowing her to hurt someone who’s too timid to even speak?” You answer your own question with more questions, what a woman.

“We’re human, we’re all bound to sin and make mistakes, but we can always help one another to make better choices. Sure, I lied, but Adelene didn’t hurt a child. Nothing a little confession won’t fix.” You shrug. Chrollo laughs in astonishment, what an interesting human!

“I’ll be the one you’re confessing to now, I’m eager to hear what other sins you’ve committed in due time,” Chrollo beams at you.

You look up at him again, half smiling. “You’re in for the time of your life, Father Chrollo.”

“Something that I’ve learned in my time under Father Elroy is a new meaning, nay, beginning to our relationship with God and Christ himself. Christ was a man that understood everyone, not just a select few. The outcasts of our society are to be respected, to be loved and cared for as much as you or I. That is the true meaning of Christianity and Catholicism as a whole. We accept humility, but have forgotten that Christ helped all, one lost sheep at a time.” Chrollo’s voice booms throughout the church as he stands by the altar.

“What do we gain by turning a blind eye to those we consider beneath us? What do we gain by turning away a sinner who’s lost their faith? We, my friends, gain nothing. Do not judge he, for not even Christ did.” Chrollo doesn’t miss a few eye rolls throughout the church, that’s alright. Catholics are strict in their beliefs, he can’’t win them all immediately. “We are not holier than an adulterer, a prostitute, the drunkards, the lame, the lepers, the nonhuman. They deserve redemption as much as you. Thank you, it’s been an honor to speak to you all at my first mass here.” Chrollo concludes, searching for his little nun in the crowd. The orphans present applaud him, the nuns and friars clap out of mere obligation, but the older crowd… therein lies the problem.

A few children go up to him and express their gratitude, as well as a friar or two. Many exit out immediately, having duties to attend to before the day ends. Chrollo goes back to the altar to place the body of Christ back into its compartment when he hears someone clear their throat.

“Father Chrollo,” you speak gently, earning a smile from the priest. “Your sermon today… It truly spoke to my soul. Forgive the elderly here; Father Lenor appealed to them more, but I’m grateful that the children have an outstanding role model to look up to.” You confess with a glint in your eyes. “I’ve never heard someone speak such beautiful words.”

Chrollo can’t help but to smile, feeling a warmth spread throughout his chest at your compliment. “Thank you,” he whispers, “it means the world to know I have an impact on at least one person.” He admits, coming down from the altar and next to you.

“I’m sure you’ve greatly touched more than just I in your lifetime, but I’ve never heard anyone speak something that pulls at my heart so deeply.” God bless your soul, Chrollo would melt if he heard another compliment from the darling nun.

“From the bottom of my heart, thank you Sister.” He expresses.

As a young lad, Chrollo witnessed the death of his sister on a night much like this one. Sarasa was an adventurous child, and enjoyed climbing trees to look at the moon. A single misstep led to her neck being cracked, and she never breathed again. Chrollo sobbed for months as he mourned over her loss, but decided to live for her. He would dedicate his life to loving every breath he takes, to love Christ just as she did.

Consequently, he struggles to sleep at times which leads him to go on midnight strolls until his mind allows him to rest. He’d read a book, but unfortunately for him his lantern was out of oil.

He’s been here for two months now, and a few nuns and friars had taken a liking to him now. Sister Adelene was simply “just like that,” as one of the children stated. During this time, he’s only ever seen a few friars out patrolling and they share quick conversations, but Chrollo never saw the point in explaining his past to them. He simply used insomnia as an excuse, which isn’t a lie either.

Tonight, he is surprised to find you on the same stone bench you instructed Luther to eat an apple on. Your hair is exposed, and you are only wearing a simple, white nightgown without shoes. Your hands desperately rub onto a rosary bead, and judging from how far you are into the rosary, you’ll be finished soon. There are no words spoken, only silent prayer and tears as you sniffle.

Chrollo waits until you finish, never the one to interrupt during a prayer. He begins another lap around the grounds, no one else is out now. It’s chilly, raising his concern for you. Why be barefoot? He doubts your sleepwalking, you’re praying and crying. What has unsettled his fellow lover of Christ?

Once he’s back to the bench, you’re no longer rubbing the beads but clutching onto the rosary itself.

“Good evening,” he speaks, startling you. You look over at Chrollo and sigh in relief. He’s made an acquaintance of you, and it makes him happy to know that you don’t restrain yourself around him. “Mind if I sit?” He asks, pointing to the empty spot next to you.

“Not at all.” You smile, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes as it normally does.

“I saw you praying earlier but I didn’t want to disturb.” Chrollo explains as he sits beside you, looking up at the full moon. “Are you alright?” Concern laces his voice as you sigh.

“It’s- nothing. Just a nightmare.” You look away, hiding your face from him.

“I like to think that you understand my soul enough to know that I’d never critique you.” Chrollo chuckles, and you look at him only for a moment. Will you speak your mind? Or will you turn him away?

“I’ve had a reoccurring nightmare since I was a child,” you begin, taking a shaky breath in. “But- but it’s become more vivid now. More detailed, longer the older I get.” Your eyebrows furrow. “I spoke to Father Lenor about it once, and he insisted that I was cursed! A few of the elders know since I’ve awoken them from screams in the night as well. ” You sigh, burying your face in your palms as more tears shed from your eyes. Chrollo places his hand on your back and rubs in small circles, not completely sure of how to make you feel better. “They judge me for it, I know they see me as an ill fortune.” You babble on.

“May I ask the nature of this dream?” Chrollo inquires.

You hesitate, not immediately answering but looking around instead.

“I can’t describe who he is, but it isn’t human.” You begin. “I can't control my body, Nothing feels right, and everything aches. I can hear its voice whispering multiple things at once, he has a peculiar accent too, something I’ve never heard before.” You sigh, wiping the lonesome tears from your face.

“What does it say to you?” Chrollo asks, placing a hand around your shoulder.

“It varies, but tonight felt more realistic. Tonight… he told me something different. When it grabs me, it’s usually silent, only staring back with eyes I can’t fully comprehend. Everything about it is indescribable… This time he said…” you pause, grabbing hold of your legs as you clutch onto your knees, “‘sweet mourning lamb, you’ll come to know your God through a senseless act of violence.’ Then…. He strikes at me with its claws. He laughs at me, he relishes in the pain I feel. And I do feel it, every slash and every tear despite it being a dream. There’s blood all over my white dress but… he consumes me. My heart stops, but I can still see it all. He starts with my arms and eats away at my flesh. I can’t ever seem to wake up before this part of the dream either.” You sigh, finishing recounting your prisonic dream.

Chrollo’s left speechless. How on earth is he supposed to respond? Surely he has to, lest he makes you feel misunderstood like the others.

“Please don’t tell anyone!” You suddenly beg, looking directly at his face. “Lenor’s tried everything to make them go away, but nothing helps. The visions worsen as time passes and I can’t escape them. I’m truly at a loss for words…” you express.

“With your permission, I’d like to write a letter to a friend back in my hometown explaining the situation. He’s an expert on these subjects, but only if you desire so.” Chrollo explains, thinking of Nobunaga. He was one of the first friends he made in the city, quite the noble man. Nobunaga experiences visions of his own, often predicting the future.

“O-okay. But please don’t speak of it to anyone else. There’s only so much that the elders know. I myself can’t fathom what they’d do to me if they think I’m possessed.”

Chrollo watches as you meticulously roll tiny bits of rose clay into beads, sticking pins into each one before you place them in the sun. He’s offered to help, but you shooed him away stating ‘it’s a me activity, not a me and Father Chrollo activity,’ earning a chuckle from him. You were clearly passionate about your creations, so he decided it would be best to not disturb your process.

Last night you had awoken a few of the nuns with a scream. You insisted it was only a bug crawling on you, but Chrollo knew better. He won’t express it, but he knows they do too. He decided to stick around you, just in case.

“So, what led you down the path you’re on?” You question, never looking away from the beads you roll.

“It’s a bit of a somber story, if you don’t mind.” Chrollo admits as you shake your head.

“I fear we’re on the same somber boat.”

“Well, in that case, I watched my sister die in front of me as a child. It was an accident, she fell from a tree late at night. She was dead the moment she fell.” You don’t look away from your work or slow down. “I promised myself that I would live on for Sarasa, and embrace God the way she did. She had a way of seeing the beauty in life that others couldn’t; and I aim to spread her message in this world.” Chrollo confesses. You let out a brief “hmm,” in response, finally looking up at him.

“I know her soul looks down on you in love and content.” You give him a brief smile, looking back down to stab more needles into the beads. It’s not the typical response he earns upon revealing his past, but it’s one he feels comforted in.

“And you?” He asks. “How did you end up as a nun?”

“It’s not a fairytale either. My parents died in a house fire 6 years ago and I was sent to live here with the rest of the orphans. I tried to warn them that something wasn’t right, but they ignored me and assumed I was only being frightful. It's a shame, I think my mother would have liked you. She taught me how to make rosaries as a child.” You explain to him. No wonder you wouldn’t accept help from him!

“You tried to warn them of a fire? Forgive me, I’m confused.” Chrollo expresses.

“Oh, I dreamt of it happening. The fire, the screams, all of it.” You add as if it were nothing, “I had that dream months before it happened though, but I did warn them the night of. Most people seem to ignore me when my premonitions only mean well.” You conclude.

It seems this isn’t your first time experiencing clairvoyance, but it would be best he keep that to himself for now. The church doesn’t take kindly to the spiritually gifted.

“Father Chrollo!” Your voice echoes through the dining room. It was his turn to set up the dishes and help clean today. He didn’t mind one bit, especially since you’re making his favorite stew. The bitter cold calls for the savory soups you wonderfully brewed. Chrollo turns his face to look at you, waving in excitement. “I have a gift for you.” You add, walking closer to his table. You pull out a black and red rosary from your hands, “I tried adding some dye to half of the clay since you like black, but unfortunately I didn’t have any purple with me. I hope you don’t mind the red.” you say with a kindness he’s never heard from another soul. Chrollo takes the rosary from you, observing the fine detail of your work.

“This means the world to me, thank you Sister…” he gasps in awe. The cross is a bit fancier than the usual ones you add, had you been saving it for him? A part of Chrollo likes to think you did.

“Of course! It came to my attention that I’ve never made one specifically for you, I do hope you like it.” You beam as you head back towards the kitchen. Chrollo places it in one of his pockets. Patting the spot with content as the necklace weighs down his robe. Bless your soul, bless your heart.

“Nobunaga’s quite interested in your dreams, dearest Sister,” Chrollo brings up on a random morning while you’re both out supervising the children as they play. “He wants to meet with you one day, he says it’s rare to meet another soul with the gift of foresight. Had this been a different time or culture, you may have been a priestess.” Chrollo admits to you, whispering amongst the children. Luther clings to your side, but the boy is nonverbal and only chooses to speak what he can to you. He would never rat you out. It’s not as if Luther enjoys the company of other children either; they often mock him for his condition.

“Except I’m a nun in training that most people disregard,” you sigh, rubbing Luther’s scalp. “It would explain why some of the forest creatures like me, but I don’t understand anything else about it.” You shrug. Chrollo gives you an odd look, you’ve never mentioned that before…

“What forest creatures do you speak of?” He asks, looking out of the gates.

“Hm, as a child the centaurs back home would often play with me in the forest. Same with the forest nymphs, they adored me, but keep that between the two of us. The people in the monasteries dislike all magical beings. There’s a local village nearby filled with witches that we could seek medical help from, but they all refuse. It’s a shame, I believe many of them trust in Christ as well, it’s just a different culture. We’ve… lost a few lives here because of it.” You sigh, looking away. This isn’t atypical of the church, especially that of Catholics. Does it surprise Chrollo? Absolutely not, but it saddens him to see your reaction anyway.

“This is the third time she’s awoken screaming this month.”

“She’s cursed! We must get her out of here! Who knows what evil she carries within her soul?”

“This is our dearest sister we speak of, not a common witch of the woods. Your fear will-“

“Shut it, Genma! Your leniency will get us all killed. It’s the influence of the new priest, isn’t it? Speaking such blasphemy… I won’t have it. He’ll infect the children with such a liberal ideology.”

Chrollo listens carefully as the friars and nuns speak of you in the back of the church. He’s always been light on his feet — they don’t even notice him in the shadows cast by the candlelight.

“That girl has been an ill fortune since she first came. The non stop screaming, the time she helped a satyr against our wishes, she probably caused the fire in her house! She may as well have killed her parents! Enough is enough.” That's definitely Adelyne, the crone’s voice was easily recognizable.

“So you truly consider her cursed?”

“Even Priest Lenor, god rest his soul, thought so! She’ll bring nothing but bad luck to our home. Think of the orphans, she’s probably enchanting them with black magic..!” Another nun screeches. Chrollo listens as they murmur amongst themselves. The fools were easily swayed under fear, that was certain.

“A witch? In our premise? We could do away with her, send her off to the local-“

“To the local village? Where she can train under Lucifer’s whores? She’d come back and kill us all! We’ll have to do what we did the last time we had a cursed child in our walls…”

Chrollo’s heard enough of their ignorance and mockery of the church. He needs to warn you, to help you, immediately. There were less than 15 members plotting your demise, but it would be enough to end you.

Chrollo finds you in the usual spot under a new moon, praying to your rosary. Another nightmare, and he hates to interrupt but these circumstances aren’t the usual.

He whispers your name as he runs closer to you, but you do not listen. You don’t flinch as he grabs hold of your body.

“You need to leave. Immediately. They’re-“

“They want me dead. They want to set me ablaze on a pyre and do away with me. They all think I’m cursed.” You finish, rubbing the rosary beads still. It’s as if you look through him and not at him, thick tears slide down your face. “I dreamt of it. I saw their faces. They held you and a few of the children back, but I felt my body under the heat of the fire. I felt the pain, the agony, the betrayal of it all.” Your voice is cold and detached, startling the man before you.

“It’s why you need to leave- dammit I’ll go with you!”

“But what if I am cursed? I’ll only bring you suffering….” You finally look up at his face, but Chrollo won’t have it.

“That doesn’t mean you deserve to die by the community that raised you and swore to help you, dearest sister. Please… they’re becoming hysterical, you must come with me!” Chrollo insists. He grabs ahold of your hand as he forces your body to rise with his. “They’ll check the women’s dorms first, I- I can’t bear to leave the picture of my sister behind. Is there anything you need to grab before we leave?” You shake your head, letting him lead you to the men’s dorms. From a distance, he hears a crowd as they make their way out of the church. The footsteps are loud, they’re going to your quarters…

You and Chrollo run into his bedroom as fast as possible, he pockets the rosary you made and the image of Sarasa.

“We need the keys. Angus has them in his room.” You whisper, entering the hallway and going across into the room from his own.

“Good thing none of these lock.” He says in reference to the dormitory doors, grabbing the key ring on his table.

“There’s a gate behind the men’s dormitories at the end of the hallway, let’s go.” You seem more yourself now, relieving Chrollo. He didn’t think he could manage this by his wits alone.

The cold air is bitter, but you’ll live. Chrollo doesn’t know how long you two have been running for, but you find a stream as you almost fall on top of him.

“I’m- I’m tired…” you pant out to him. “Can’t… can’t run… every- thing aches.” You manage to breathe out, clutching onto Chrollo’s arm for support. He’s exhausted as well, but Chrollo is much more athletic than you are. He swiftly grabs ahold of you and carries you bridal style into the woods. Your breathing was erratic, but he couldn’t risk stopping. He continues walking down the stream for now, he remembers on his way here there was a small inn… although he had no cash. He’d figure something out, as long as you live, that’s all that matters to him.

“Chrollo? Is that you?” He quickly turns his neck around to see the familiar face of an old friend.

“Nobunaga… What in God’s name are you doing here?” He lets out a sigh of relief. There are two women beside him, but he disregards them for now.

“Your letter, a few dreams, and a witch’s intuition led me here tonight. Is this the girl you spoke of?” He walks towards you and Chrollo, noticing you were passed out from exhaustion. “That woman over there, Shizuku, she told me someone would wait for us at this stream tonight.” He points behind him. “She’s from Star Village, come follow us back. You can rest with us tonight. We brought a spare horse. Uh- you might wanna wake her though. It’ll be easier if she’s riding with you.”

You’ve been in a deep slumber for hours now, hopefully dreamless. Chrollo followed Nobunaga and the women back to the large village filled with witches and many magical beings. They’ve been residing in a brick house that belongs to one of Shizuku’s friends.

Nobunaga explains that after reading his letter, he had a dream of you burning to death above a great pyre. He would have ignored it if he didn’t see Chrollo’s face within the crowd, and he made his way to the village. He’s been here for a month waiting for another vision, to no avail. Until last night, when he finally saw you both again running in the forest.

“Shizuku here has visions, so long as she has an item of who she needs to see. I handed her the letter you sent and she told me to meet you there on the stream.” Nobunaga explains, drinking a cup of bitter coffee.

“I did?” Shizuku pipes up, looking over at her long haired friend.

“You did- she forgets all of her prophecies, but it doesn’t make her any less effective.” Nobunaga adds. “Ah! This is my wife by the way, Machi.” He says, introducing the pink haired girl. She gives a small wave but ultimately ignores you and Chrollo.

“She’s kinder when ya get to know her.” He blushes, earning a grunt from his wife.

Chrollo waves at Machi, then turns back to look at your sleeping figure.

“Thank you all for helping us- I can’t express the gratitude I feel.” He admits, clearing your face of any hair strands.

“She would have died without you, that’s all I know.” Machi chirps in. “Maybe fate needed you to be there to assure she didn’t die in a literal pit of hell.” Chrollo nods at her words, bitter but realistic.

“The local monasteries kill anyone who they deem as wicked, it’s happened to a few of our residents here. The one she belongs to hasn’t done so in ages, I doubt she’s old enough to remember, but I am.” Shizuku pipes in.

“You don’t seem that old to me..?”

“I’m 89 years old.” Shizuku says bluntly, “I just don’t see a point in aging, so I don’t do it.” She shrugs. “Immortality isn’t logical, but I don’t intend on dying within the next 500 years or so, at least that’s what my notes from my visions tell me.”

“Your notes?” Chrollo asks. He’s never met a band of people as interesting as the ones in this group.

“I don’t remember my predictions, the spirits that haunt me make sure of it. My friend Pakunoda makes sure to write my own personal predictions… Where'd she go anyway? I need to go back to my own home, I’ll see you guys in the morrow.” She concludes, standing up from a chair and exiting the living room. The rest say their goodbyes to her as she leaves, and Chrollo turns his attention back to Nobunaga.

“How are you feeling?” Nobunaga asks him, but doesn’t receive an immediate response.

“I… don’t know. I feel as if a part of me has lost faith in my own kind.” Chrollo admits defeatedly. “She’s nothing but a kind human who was misunderstood, yet they had the audacity to consider ending her life out of fear. It’s all over my faith… I don’t- I don’t know what to believe.” He sighs. “I used to think that I could change the church from the inside, that if I preached enough I could make them see the error of their ways; to be more accepting of others as Christ was himself. I can’t do shit.” Chrollo finishes, looking over at you once more.

“You saved her at least, pat yourself on the back for doing what you believe is right. It’s not like you to be such a downer. I always knew you would be disappointed in the church one day,” Nobunaga admits, chuckling as he reminisces old memories with Chrollo. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll find a different way to help others.” He shrugs.

“… what he said.” Machi agrees, leaving for another room.

“Seems my wife’s tired. Pakunoda owns this house, but she only has the single spare room for Machi and I. She won’t mind if you sleep on the spare couch though- sorry it’s not big.” Nobunaga says, standing up as he finishes his tea.

“Get some rest, old friend.” He pats Chrollo on the back and walks out, leaving you two alone.

Chrollo won’t rest tonight, that’s already out the window. Nobunaga is right, though… in his heart, he knows he wants to help those below him, he knows he wants to make a change for the better. If the church won’t help him achieve these goals, other means will be necessary.

Hours later, you finally awake in confusion. Chrollo sits beneath you on the floor, staring at the picture of his sister, until you tap him on the shoulder.

“Where are we?” You whisper to him. He turns around and beams at you, happy to see you alive and well. You sit up and slide down to the floor next to chrollo.

“A bit of a long story, my dear. My old friend, Nobunaga, the one I wrote to in regard to your dreams, he knew where we were and took us back to Star Village. We’re at his friend's house, I just met her a while ago. She's in her bedroom resting now, along with Nobunaga and his wife.” Chrollo explains.

“Star Village… that’s the one near the monastery, the village filled with magicians and creatures, yes?” You respond. “I know someone here… he was a sweet satyr I met years ago when I first moved to the monastery. His leg was bitten into by a werewolf so I healed him. They weren’t happy about it, but it didn’t feel right leaving him to die.” You remember, leaning your head against Chrollo’s shoulder.

“I think I overheard the elders mentioning it last night. They did consider you an ill omen for it, but I can assure you you’re anything but.” Chrollo smiles reassuringly.

“Why did you help me?” You bring up, “I couldn't even help myself in the moment, and you… you’ll be shunned from the church, Father!” Your eyebrows raise, looking over at him in worry.

“Then I assume it’s best to call me Chrollo from now on. I’ve been thinking about it while you were asleep… It’s like you said about the satyr, it didn’t feel right leaving you to die.” He explains. You slowly nod your head.

“What do we do now? I don’t think we should stay here for long, I don’t want to stay near that place anymore… how bitter, I didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye to the children…” you trail off in melancholy. Chrollo grabs hold of your body, engulfing you in a hug.

“Don’t worry… I’ve thought of it all.” He whispers into your ear. “But only if you wish to stay by my side, otherwise I can find a quiet town for you to live the rest of your days in.” Chrollo offers, but you shake your head.

“No, I’ve never been safer with anyone else. I’ll stick by your side- no matter what.”

A year has passed since that fateful evening, and Chrollo was grateful for the new start. Sarasa would hopefully forgive him for his sins, but he hopes she understands the importance of his life’s work.

Chrollo created the Spider, an organization that robs churches and the higher class in order to give to the outliers of society. Nobunaga and Machi joined immediately upon explanation of the organization, so did Shalnark the satyr, whom you saved once. He insisted that he wanted to give back to you in exchange for saving his life. Pakunoda and Shizuku joined later on when they realized how much the Spider had given back to Star Village, especially the younger children that reside there. The group doesn’t have a set home, only several bases spread throughout several countries. Many of the people they give to offer asylum in exchange for their help, shielding them from the crusaders of the church.

Nobunaga and Pakunoda have trained you over the months, sharpening your discernment. Most of the time, the group evades arrest thanks to either your visions or Nobunaga. Pakunoda deals with memories, while Shizuku only needs an object to get information out of someone they wish to rob. Machi’s an excellent healer, but could also kill a man with needles if needed. The group currently resides in an abandoned church in a nearby country to your home that’s dense with forest and creatures you’ve never heard of.

Tonight, Chrollo met with the newest member of the Spider: Uvogin. He has no desire to learn of God or give to the needy, he’s simply a werewolf that enjoys disturbing the peace of the humans who once mocked and shamed him after his initial transformation. Chrollo could understand that; there’s no need in forcing his views down his throat. So long as he helps wreak havoc when needed, Uvogin will be happy.

The rest of the group is currently awaiting his arrival at the church. You’re by the altar speaking to Pakunoda, Shizuku and Shalnark discussing the newest member while Nobunaga and Machi cuddle together in a corner by the entrance.

“What if he bites me…” Shalnark’s voice is laced with anxiety as you try to reassure him. You can’t blame the poor thing, but you don’t doubt Chrollo’s judgement.

“Not all werewolves are vicious like that! It’s a fear based on ignorance.” Pakunoda tries to calm the shaking satyr. His left hoove rapidly taps at the floor beneath him.

“Shut up about ignorance! The fear was real when that son of a bitch bit into me!” He frowns.

The front door opens. You turn to see Chrollo smiling at you with a large, burly man behind him. His hair is untamable and he wears scraps for clothing, but he seems eager.

“Everyone, this is Uvogin. He’s been interested in meeting with us since we robbed the king of Padokea last month.” Chrollo explains, continuing his walk towards the main group.

“Awesome! I’m not the only half human freak here!” Uvogin shouts, staring directly at Shalnark. “Nice to meet you all! Chrollo’s told me nothing but good things.” He grins. “But when do we start causin’ a ruckus?” He blurts out, staring at Chrollo now.

“Patience, Uvogin. Nobunaga here has visions; he predicted that you would be at our next robbery, a smile shining as you carry the weight of gold around you.” Chrollo explains. “It’s why I sought you out as well.”

“Hell yes! Who’s Nobunaga? I’ll kill five men for you!” He roars as Nobunaga raises his hand.

“That would be me, partner.” He responds with a lazy smile on his face. Nobunaga enjoys the werewolf’s energy, even if they were an untamable race.

You’re good with a gun, but you don’t enjoy killing. Chrollo makes sure to shoot others down for you before you have the chance, and you’re grateful. None of the other members seem to mind death at their hands, and Chrollo lost his convictions on the matter long ago. He’s earned riches for the poor and anyone else he could consider in desperate need of them. Not just that, medicine, clothing, shelter, things not accessible to the outliers of society. He keeps a small portion of the money, but rarely has reason to use it.

He watches as you stick dried rose beads onto string, one of the final steps of creating a rosary. Chrollo often goes out searching for roses for you, bringing you bouquets just for you to turn them to clay. He doesn’t mind of course so long as you’re happy.

“You think he’d get the message by now.” Nobunaga smirks, watching as his leader stares at the woman from across the church's long dead garden. Uvogin and Shalnark laugh, and so does the newest member of The Spider: Phinks. He’s a regular human who often dresses as a Pharaoh, makeup and all. His strength is ungodly; Chrollo’s certain he has some magical advantage but the man is an orphan. He wouldn’t know the answer without knowing his ancestral bloodline.

“What do you mean?” Chrollo turns around to face the men behind him. All four of them look at Chrollo as if he were the stupidest man on earth (which he’s far from).

“Chief… come on. You gave up your priesthood for her and you always- I mean for God’s sake, when aren’t you checking up on her?!” Shalnark points out. The other men nod in agreement. “Even Phinks caught on, and he’s only been here for a month.” He adds.

“She stays because I give her a sense of safety-“

“Jesus Christ you’re as blind as a bat.”

“Shut it, Shalnark.” Chrollo groans out, walking away from the gazebo they stood under. He could hear them roaring with laughter, and he’d let them. It doesn't matter so long as you’re happy and safe. Chrollo wouldn’t consider you a lover, more of a best friend. He’s certain you feel the same way as him; anything romantic has to be purely imagined by the group.

“What are they laughing about?” You ask Chrollo as he sits across from you. You enjoy wearing chemise dresses now, and never hide your hair. Chrollo’s glad, it suits you more than the robes and headdresses did.

“They’re just teasing, it’s all in good fun.” He responds, watching you finish as you place the last of the beads on the rosary. Chrollo hesitates for a moment before speaking. “Can I ask you something?”

“Hm?” You don’t look up, you never do when you’re focused on rosaries.

“Do you want to stay with us? I know you don’t mind stealing- but you hesitate when it comes to killing… which isn’t often for you but- what I’m trying to say is that you don’t have to stay if this isn’t the lifestyle you want.” Chrollo rushes out, earning a moment of stillness from you. You look up at him, staring into his very soul.

“Do… Do you not want me around?” You speak clearly, but the look in your eyes tells him a different story.

“That’s not it! Listen, I’ve saved up enough money for myself. I can buy you a house in a nice town-“

“Then what is it? Because it certainly sounds like you don’t want me here anymore.” You snap at him. You can be sassy at times, sure, but he’s never seen you… distressed like this.

He speaks your name clearly, as if to get a point across. “No, never that!” He persists, wondering if this was a mistake. “I just want you to be comfortable and to live a life you’re content with.” He smiles at you, but it seems he’s preaching to a deaf choir.

For the first time since he’s known you, you drop the rosary and leave it unfinished on the table. Some beads scatter onto the floor as you stand and walk away deeper into the gardens. Chrollo feels his heart race. He quickly picks up the beads on the floor as well as the necklace. Did he say something wrong?

He hears the men howling as they watch the unfortunate sight before them, irking Chrollo even more. He needs to follow you and disregard them… your feelings are more important than their satisfaction.

“Do you think she’ll stay mad?” Uvogin whispers to the group.

“Nah, had a vision the other night. She won’t be upset for long.” Nobunaga clarifies.

Chrollo finds you sitting under a statue of the Virgin Mary, paying no mind to anything besides his Messiah’s holy mother. You lean on her as if she could give you some sort of physical comfort that you certainly haven’t been blessed with in years. Despite her ignorance in life, there’s no doubt you miss a motherly presence in yours.

Chrollo calls out to you gently, unmoving, but observant. You turn your head away, do tears fall down your face because of him? Chrollo never intended to hurt you, he doesn’t exactly know what he said in the first place but…

“Go away.” You mumble against the statue.

“I can’t in good conscience leave you upset, dearest.”

“You don’t even want me around.” You snark back.

“But I do! You’re the very soul I’ve done all of this for, if I had it my way you’d never be separated from me.” Chrollo admits, sitting down next to you. “But I can’t be selfish with you, not after everything you’ve gone through.” He whispers.

“Two years ago, I told you that I felt safer with you than I did with anyone else, that I didn’t want to leave your side no matter what. What part of that did you not understand?” You finally face him, a betrayed looked in your eyes. “You’re undermining me just like everyone else.”

“My apologies, that was never my intention, I just want you to be safe.”

“But you want to abandon me like everyone else.”

He struck a nerve, didn’t he? A sensitive one at that.

“My dear, I love you too much to abandon you.” You finally look at him with something that isn’t discontent, calming Chrollo. “All I’m saying is that if you ever wish for something else, by all means tell me and I’ll make it happen. Since you want to be at my side, I’ll keep you here for eternity.” Chrollo reassures. You finally smile a bit, even if it’s petite.

“You love me?” You repeat back to him, and Chrollo nods.

“Of course I do! I love you as much as I love everyone else here.” Your smile drops again, oh no…

You shove Chrollo against his side, quickly standing up with a fury he’s never seen from you.

“You’re so fucking confusing!” You don’t speak, but yell. He’s never heard you swear either… Chrollo gathers his senses as he stands, walking after you, and unfortunately for him you happened to go past the group of men who mocked him earlier. You’ve made your way to your sleeping quarter, perhaps he should give you some time…

“So why’d she yell?” Nobunaga asks as Chrollo makes his way back to the gazebo.

Chrollo sighs before recapping the events from minutes ago, unsure if they can even help him in this. When he finishes, the group unashamedly laugh at him, making Chrollo shrink in stature. He’s not used to this treatment…

“Holy shit- I can’t believe you’re the smartest guy here!” Uvogin barks, holding onto his stomach as if it pains him to laugh. It probably does.

“Even I could see what’s wrong and I don’t have experiences with human women.”

“Oh my god, the damn satyr could have played it off better!”

Chrollo’s had enough of this mockery, of being everyone’s punching bag. “Well what in Hell did I do wrong?” He snaps, looking at them for answers.

“Boss… she clearly has feelings-“

“As in romantic-“

“As in she’s IN love-“

“Are we sure he gets the picture yet?” Phinks finishes, earning a few chuckles from everyone.

“She loves you. And you rejected her feelings by saying you love her as much as you love everyone else… I mean it’s pretty obvious.” Nobunaga finishes.

“To be fair, it’s not as if you’ve ever tried in terms of romance, but come on chief.” Shalnark pipes in.

You were in love with him? Are they sure? You’re too quaint to be with a man like him, even though your actions rival his own…

“I’ve made a terrible mistake, haven’t I?” Chrollo groans, he’s probably ruined whatever chances of happiness he’s ever had with you. He smacks himself on the forehead, he needs to fix this, fast.

There’s only one set of dorms at the abandoned church, so it wasn’t difficult to locate you by any means. He can hear your voice along with Pakunoda’s coming from behind your personal quarters. You have definitely been crying, that’s obvious. He leans up against the door, wanting to make sure he wasn’t interrupting.

“… but my dreams can be avoided. I guess this was one of those times.” Your raspy voice admits to your well acquainted friend.

“I hate him! He broke my heart- and I didn’t even think that was possible! And I left my rosary on that damn table…” you admit, voice raw with emotion. He hears some sort of banging coming from inside, and he feels a pang in his own heart. He’s ruined everything with you, you won’t ever see him as a friend now, or anything more, what a fool he’s been!

“You don’t hate him,” Pakunoda coos, “you’re just upset.”

“Well yes, but it damn well feels like I do!”

“You’re a passionate girl, his loss, truly. I think you’d bode well with someone like Phinks, at least he won’t be dumb enough to blow you off… and he’s the stupid one here, scratch that- you don’t need a man.” Pakunoda jokes, but Chrollo doesn’t enjoy her suggestion. You with Phinks? Unlikely, unthinkable, and abhorrent to his very soul.

“Ugh, I should just leave like he wanted anyway. I’ve already made a fool of myself. Would you keep this between the two of-“

Chrollo knocks on the door, harshly. He’s had enough of this, he’d straighten it out and fix things between the two of you.

“GO AWAY.” You yell at the door. Pakunoda groans out a small “ow!” But he hears movement regardless. “What are you doing?!” You whisper as Pakunoda opens the door, revealing her boss.

“I think you two have a lot to talk about.” She acknowledges, winking at Chrollo as she walks out of the room and into the hall. You groan at the site of Chrollo, laying on your mattress with your hands over your face. He walks in, sitting at the edge of your bed.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that- I wasn’t aware- I don’t know how to do this.” He sighs in defeat, placing his own hands in his face in absolute frustration. Chrollo’s never had to confess his feelings before, he devoted himself to God as a child, how the hell do people do this?! He looks up at you and sees you haven’t moved an inch, still covering your lovely face.

“I do love you-“

“Like you love everyone else.”

“More than that-“

“You’re just saying that because I’m in distress!”

You’re inconsolable, understandable but a bit irritating.

“Please sit up, dear. Look me in the eyes as we speak.” Chrollo begs, and he thanks God that you listen. You hold onto your knees as you stare him down with swollen eyes.

“I’ve never ever wanted to hurt you,” he whispers, scooting closer to you, “please forgive me, I’ve never had to confess my feelings for someone, you’ll be the first and I can see I’m already blowing it.” He chuckles, but your face remains impassive. “I’ll admit, I’ve felt something stronger than… friendship towards you since I first gave that sermon three years ago- even before that, your kindness was evident. You were the only one who understood my message of acceptance and love, that was clear to me. The way you said my name that day, as if I held the answer to everything… but truth be told, I’m useless without you dear. You’ve changed my life for the better and I never want you to stop changing it, impacting me every breath I take. I’ve made mistakes, that’s an indisputable truth, but leaving with you was never something I’d regret. I do love you, and I kept myself ignorant of your feelings towards me because I could never imagine that an angel such as yourself would love me.” Chrollo takes a deep breath in, mentally exhausted from such a confession. It was easier to confess his sins to Father Elroy as a child than to admit his indescribable affections towards you. One of your delicate hands grabs onto his, giving him hope that he’s finally done something right with you today.

“I’m still mad at you,” you sniffle. His face falls, you have the audacity to call him confusing but you hold his hand while you’re upset with him?! “But I do love you too.” You briefly smile.

“You’re so fucking confusing,” he repeats your words back to you, and you both giggle.

“I learned it from you!” You retort, smacking his hand before holding it once more. “Don’t you dare use my words against me!”

“Forgive me, dear. Also, promise me you won’t leave?” He brings up, remembering your words to Pakunoda. You nod, bringing his hand towards your lips to kiss it.

“I’m safest with you anyway.”

“Don’t touch my darling.” The sound of a gunshot echoes behind Chrollo, then that of a body hitting the ground. Chrollo quickly turns around to see one of Lord Bizeff’s guards dead, a growing pool of blood under him. A large polearm clanks as it rolls out of his grip, the very weapon that would have taken his life if not for you. You stand several meters away in the castle hallway, holding your gun still.

“My love, you need to be more careful!” you warn, putting the safety on your device as you run up to him for a great hug. “Those weapons are filled with poison, I can’t live without you!” You scold, holding and kissing his face so lovingly. The shock wears off, and Chrollo’s hands immediately snake around your waist.

“I thought they were all dead…” he admits, accepting your kisses around his pale, chubby cheeks.

“I had a vision last night… I don’t have to explain what happened, do I? Come on, we still need to open the main gate for the others.” You say, letting go as you continue your trail down the castle’s hallway.

What would Chrollo do without you? Thank god for you, his guardian angel.

The Spider drinks away their worries inside an old cabin as they celebrate their latest victory: the castle of Lord Bizeff. A detestable man, truly. He donated hundreds of thousands of Jenny to the church, yet trafficked women around the countries. He kept some for himself, Machi and Shizuku were more than happy to free them and give them enough Jenny to ease their troubles. The trauma they couldn’t make up for, but they had their freedom once more. Better than to be that filth’s toy, even death would be more merciful.

Chrollo stands outside of the cabin, smoking a cigarette as he thinks of his near demise today.

You saved him, but he almost left this life without marrying you, without having children to raise and love with you. If he were to rise to heaven today, he would have regrets. His soul would be shattered at the thought of you loving another human as time passes, Chrollo couldn’t bear the thought of it.

The door to the back opens, and his drunken woman grabs ahold of his arm. “What’s wrong, my love? Come inside!” You encourage, kissing his muscular forearm. Chrollo offers you his cigarette by placing it in front of your mouth, and you happily inhale the smoke into your lungs. You look ethereal as you blow it out, looking up at him with nothing but admiration and love.

“Will you marry me, dear?” He suddenly asks, holding onto your waist with his free arm. “I don’t want to live in a world where you’re not my wife- dear God, I don’t even have a ring…” he realizes, rolling his eyes at his own stupidity. “I promise I’ll get one soon, I just- I can’t stand not calling you my wife.” He admits, throwing his cigarette onto the ground as he kisses your forehead. Your eyes glimmer with excitement as you enthusiastically nod.

“Of course I’ll marry you! Nothing could make me happier than being your wife-“ Chrollo cuts you off with a kiss, feeling the rage of passion take over. You’ll be married soon, that’s all that matters to him now; He’ll live and die without regrets.

“Everyone, I’d like to introduce you to Hisoka. He’s an excellent thief and more than worthy of joining The Spider.” Chrollo says with a smile on his face. The members hiding in the church all look over to their leader, staring at the man before them. A tall, slender man with burning red hair and a jester's outfit walks behind your lover, making your heart stop for a moment. A few of the members wave to him, but most of you ignore his prying eyes. His golden orbs stop at you in particular, grinning widely as he bows.

“It’s such a pleasure to meet you all, I’m sure I’ll leave quite an impression.” He says, an undetectable accent to him that sends shivers down your spine.

His gaze never leaves you, and you’re not the only soul to notice either. Nobunaga stands in front of you as if to guard you, filled with disgust as he continues to look in your direction. you turn your back, continuing your conversation with Machi to distract yourself from the feeling of… whatever this was. His voice feels familiar to you, as if you heard it long ago in a dream.

“Boss, you shouldn’t trust that clown.” Urges Nobunaga. Chrollo, of course, has ignored all advice to let go of Hisoka. This wasn’t the first time a member has voiced their concern for Hisoka’s ways, but Chrollo’s too blindsided by all the good in his life.

He’s too comfortable, and Nobunaga simply wants what’s best for his friend.

“I’ve heard it all, he’s always late, he goes by his own plans during heist, he’s unsettling-“

“Boss! I don’t have a good feeling about this, and neither does she.” He’s referring to you of course, you’ve voiced your opinion on the jester as well.

“Nobunaga, my philosophy stands as a vital point of The Spider. We do this as a means to help the people who need it, regardless of who they are and where they come from. I refuse to raise judgement on a soul that the church itself would deem evil; my fiancée is the perfect example of this.” Chrollo rebutes, staring at the newly painted image of you he had paid a hefty price for.

“She’s a good soul, we don’t doubt that! There’s something… something sinister about this man. I don’t even think he’s human at times.”

“Neither are Uvogin or Shalnark for that matter. What point are you trying to make?” Chrollo’s had enough of this. Hisoka’s helped enough in the group, it’s nonsensical to leave him behind because of his status.

Nobunaga sighs, there’s no point in this. The chief’s words were final, after all.

For the first time in 5 years, you screamed in your sleep again. Chrollo awakes to the horrible shrieks coming out of your mouth, trying desperately to wake you to no avail. Nobunaga and Machi barge into your current room, witnessing you thrashing around the bed as Chrollo tries to stop your arms from hurting yourself.

“She’s having a vision.” Nobunaga states, “My love, wake Pakunoda. She can probably see what she's dreaming of.” Nobunaga orders and Machi runs out of the room. Nobunaga goes to Chrollo’s side and restrains your legs, keeping you from hurting Chrollo. “She won’t wake until it’s over, it’s a harsh reality for people like us.” Nobunaga yells out over your screams of terror.

“Make it… stop!” You screech, as if in pain. You beg for help, screaming your lover's name over and over until you demand mercy.

“Am- am I doing something in her vision to her? I would never dream of harming her!” Chrollo yells back, looking to Nobunaga for answers. The two women enter the room before Nobunaga can respond. Pakunoda looks down at you with pity, but grabs hold of your temples with her hands.

She holds you for a moment, but immediately lets go as she shrieks, throwing her body back and moving to the opposite side of the room as she pants.

“What the hell is that?!” She bawls, holding onto herself for comfort. “It’s- it's eating her, it’s eating her heart!” Pakunoda cries, “I could feel it, fuck- I can’t tell you what the hell that thing is but it’s consuming her… with purpose. It’s calculated, it has to be the devil himself,” she whispers as Machi hugs her for comfort.

“STOP!” You shriek as your eyes finally open. The men let go of your body as you begin to shake, tears streaming down your face as you break out in sobs. You throw your body against Chrollo’s, unable to speak.

“It’s okay my love, you’ll be okay… I’ll stop anything that tries to hurt you.” He coos into the shell of your ear. You viciously shake your head against his chest, there was nothing that could stop the wolf from claiming its lamb. Every fiber in your soul knew it.

“All of her dreams can be avoided if we’re careful, she was alone in the dream so at least one person has to stick by her side at all times.” Pakunoda explains as the rest of the members listen to her. They sit in the pews of the church they currently reside in discussing your situation. Your visions have ceased entirely besides the one that haunts you almost every night. Machi is currently watching over you in the dormitory, making sure you can rest at least four hours tonight. Ever since the first dream, you’ve begun malnourishing yourself and have been significantly quieter. Your rosaries are untouched and you seem to have no interest in making them anymore.

“She’s had this dream for years now, she first spoke of it when I arrived at the old monastery. It’s the reason why I messaged Nobunaga to begin with.” Chrollo explains, pacing down the aisle. The group has never seen him so anxious, his typical calm nature nowhere to be seen. “Pakunoda, can you look into her vision again?” The woman stiffens at her boss's request. “Try to see what the creature looks like, perhaps we can kill it before it reaches her.” There's still no response from her. Chrollo turns to face the blonde and she avoids eye contact.

“I can still feel it gnawing at my body…” she whispers, “it felt like I was staring at death itself; and the way it moaned as it bit into me…” she trails off. “I’ll do it, but only this once.”

“Chrollo, would you do anything for me?” You meekly ask, holding onto his arm as you cuddle together in your bed. Your hair is thinning, and so is your body. Chrollo managed to feed you some fruits today, but it’s the most you’ve eaten in days. You can’t sustain yourself like this.

“Of course, my love,” he responds with love, running a hand through your lackluster hair.

“Never let that awful man near me. The jester; his eyes haunt me.” You croak out. “I’ll never ask you for anything again, please just be rid of him.” You persist. Chrollo looks down into your eyes, they lack the spirit that once brought them light. He couldn’t deny you this request, even if it meant disregarding his own philosophy.

“I won’t let Hisoka near you, don’t concern yourself with him.” He smiles reassuringly as you cuddle into his forearm once more. “We have one final heist tomorrow, after that we’ll part ways with him.” He assures. You nod your head and breathe in his scent, it’s always calmed you.

“Can we eat something else? I think I can try something more savory now, my hunger returns.” Chrollo’s eyes brighten at your words, perhaps you’d finally return to normal!

“Of course, my dear! Anything for you.” He coos, enthusiastically kissing your forehead.

You managed to eat lentil soup tonight before retiring to bed, making Chrollo a happy man. Pakunoda stands by, mentally preparing herself for what’s to happen.

“If there’s anything I can do to give back to you for this, just tell me. I’d do anything for my wife.” Chrollo says, watching as you peacefully slumber.

“I care about her, just promise me you’ll keep her happy… and finally do away with the clown.” She replies. “Aren’t you eager? Already calling her your wife and you’re not even wed yet. It’s darling.” She compliments. “She’s eager too, you know? She already has her wedding dress…” Pakunoda teases. Chrollo blushes for a moment, but moves out of the way for her. Pakunoda reaches her hands out and touches your temples once more, looking into your head.

“Stormy… the winds are rough… she’s in a white dress… ugh… the altar… it’s … bloody… there’s whispers, getting louder…” Pakunoda mumbles out, her eyes shut just like yours.

“What do they say?” Chrollo asks.

“Hate… hate you… lovely look… little lamb… there’s nothing you can do… show me your face… you love blood, but not like I do… my final feast, little lamb-“ Pakunoda tenses, so does your own body. “No body, only eyes… they stare into us… No! Wake up! Wake up right now!” Pakunoda’s eyes shoot open as she lets go of your temples and grabs onto your shoulders instead, shaking you rapidly. “Please! I can’t- I can’t let you suffer this again! Wake up dammit!” One hand reaches for your temple as the other slaps you across the face, forcing your eyes open as you breathe in deeply.

“What the hell?” You pant out, looking at your surroundings. Chrollo rushes to your side and rubs the cheek Pakunoda slapped you on, making sure you were okay. You meekly smile at both of them. “How did I wake up?” You sigh.

“Apologies boss, but I couldn’t stand by while she suffers from her vision. I hit you, apologies honey. I think my powers helped disturb your vision” Pakunoda explains to you, not quite understanding herself either.

“No, you did the right thing. I’m thankful.” You pant, sitting up and crawling into Chrollo’s lap. “Do you have to go on the heist tomorrow?” You grumble, gathering your lover's attention.

“Pakunoda and Shizuku will stay here with you, you’ll be perfectly safe, my love.” Chrollo assures. You hesitantly nod, but accept your fate.

“How do I look?” You twirl around in a magnificent, pearly white dress that could only ever be designed for someone of a wealthy background. That doesn’t matter to you, you stole it out of Bizeff’s castle after Chrollo proposed to you. It’s not as if anyone there would need it. Pakunoda claps while Shizuku whistles, it’s truly the most beautiful design for you.

Everyone else left for the heist an hour ago. You’d move locations again after this, but Pakunoda insisted on seeing the dress before they came back.

“Marvelous, honey.”

“I think it was made for you in mind.”

You blush at their compliments, feeling a sense of pride at the thought of being Chrollo’s wife. “All of these years with him by my side…” you begin, staring out the window to look at the sunset, “and we’ll be together as husband and wife. I can’t express to you both how happy I am.” You wipe a tear from your face, turning around to see both women suddenly asleep. You go up to Pakunoda first, shaking her and calling out her name in desperation.. Then Shizuku, who was falling off your bed. You grab ahold of her body and place her gently onto the mattress as you try to wake your friends.

“This- this isn’t funny! Wake up! Both of you please!” You shriek, feeling your heart race more and more. They could still breathe, thank God, but why did they suddenly fall asleep?! “Shizuku! Pakunoda! Please wake up! You’re scaring me!” You panic, feeling your breathing unravel.

The sound of a bell startles you, and you look out at the window again. There’s no sunset anymore, only rapid clouds growing as they cover the atmosphere with a murky darkness akin to that of Hell itself. You grab your gun, taking the safety off. You reach for the door and hesitate, grabbing one of your rosaries off the table and placing it around your neck. It’s enough to give you the confidence to open the door and leave the dormitory.

The bell atop the church is swaying rapidly but no one mans the rope, you can see that much. You let out a shaky breath, holding onto the gun carefully. Someone is in there, but you’ll kill them for the sake of the group. You dash inside of the church and a sense of déjà vu and dread overwhelms you.

You fucked up. You shouldn’t have entered. You quickly turn to exit but the doors wouldn’t budge, no matter how much you push or pull. The glass! There are stained glasses next to the door! It would be a shame to break them, but you’re left with no choice. You run up to the one on the right, shooting it with one of your bullets as it shatters onto the floor. You walk up to your exit and sigh in defeat; a blue flame engulfed all of the exits. Only the exits, the rest of the grounds were left unharmed.

“Why do you run, little lamb? Show me your face.” A voice moans across the chapel. He shouldn’t be here… he left with the rest of them! Dammit! You told Chrollo to be rid of him! Why didn’t he listen to you?!

“You love blood, don’t you? The rush of killing a man… to take his life for the sins he’s committed… don’t you feel ever so righteous? Yes… you adore the sensation, but not like I do.” He suddenly growls. You’ll kill him, there’s no other choice left for you. “Come, my sweet, mourning lamb. Suffering is nigh.” It’s all coming true, your dreams, your visions. Will this be your final night on earth? But Chrollo… he would be devastated… you can’t do this, you won’t give in.

You make your way to the aisle, the jester nowhere to be seen, yet you could feel eyes on you. The bell continues to echo throughout the church, unsettling you more.

“Ah! You’re wearing the dress too! What a lovely look, little lamb! I hate you, but I have to admit the boss has wonderful taste.” Its voice mocks you, it’s everywhere and nowhere at once. “How beautiful…” he moans, “how… finite.”

You feel hands on you but there’s nothing. You try your best to shake off the feeling but it’s becoming too much. Will Pakunoda and Shizuku be okay? The cross that holds the crucified body of Christ at the front of the altar suddenly falls onto the floor. He's long abandoned this church, hasn’t he?

“There’s nothing you can do…” a hand grabs at your neck, choking you. You feel something physical behind you now, a body. “You’ll come to know your God soon; tell him Hisoka says hello! Quite the bastard that thing is.” He whispers, licking the shell of your ear as you drop your gun and struggle against him. Fresh tears drop freely from your eyes as you panic, spots begin to cover your vision as he drags you by the neck towards the altar.

“Where the fuck is he?” Uvogin spits out, “we need to leave now boss. They’ve called for more backup.” He warns, grabbing as much Jenny as he could and placing it into a sack.

Chrollo sighs, “Maybe he’s heard I plan to be rid of him. Let’s head back to the hideout.” He declares. The rest of the members nod, filling their own sacks of money. Another wealthy family who owns slaves; what filth! They managed to free them in time, giving them a few thousand Jenny to let them start off their new lives.

The group heads out of the estate, making their way back to the hideout.

Chrollo is heavily distraught at the sight before him; a cerulean fire covers parts of the church, at least, that’s what he can see through the thick fog. There were no winds and thick clouds when they left… None of this is right, and the eerie sound of the bell trolling doesn’t quell his nerves either.

Uvogin, Phinks, and Nobunaga run up to the church’s door and attempt to push it to no avail.

“This… this isn’t possible- my love!” Chrollo makes a dash for the dormitory, dropping everything he has as he runs into your bedroom. Pakunoda is unconscious, and it seems that Shizuku is barely opening her eyes. She mumbled your name as she rubs her eyes, looking around and attempting to stand.

“I feel… so dizzy…” she whispers as she falls onto the ground. Shalnark and Machi follow behind him, entering your bedroom as Chrollo grabs Shizuku and helps her onto the chair by your desk.

“What happened to my love? Where is she?” Chrollo rushes out, tears threatening to spill from his face. “What happened to you two?!”

“She was… talking to us when I… I fell asleep. I don’t know why, it just overwhelmed me…” Shizuku says, hunched over. She looks at your desk and grabs ahold of one of the rosaries you’ve left, letting the spirits take over her soul. Shizuku’s eyes roll to the back of her head as they overwhelm her with the truth.

“The jester has waited too long,

He’s coming! He’s coming! He rages with hunger!

She’ll come to know her God is what he says!

He’s already feasted, the closest he’ll get to heaven!

Return the demon back to hell where it belongs…”

Shizuku passes out once more, losing her grip on reality. She used the last of her strength to help him…

“Machi, Shalnark, keep watch over their bodies! Make sure no one harms them.” Chrollo orders as he makes his way to the church. Despite the flames burning there was no smell besides that of rotten flesh. The men still stood trying their hardest to open the damn doors when Chrollo notices the sound of your voice.

“STOP!” You shriek, followed by the wails of a tortured woman putting Chrollo into overdrive. He slams his fist against the door and tries his best to force it open, feeling absolutely useless.

“The fire’s enchanted, we’d burn to death if we touch it with a finger.” Nobunaga explains. “Uvogin, do you think you could scratch the door open?”

The werewolf’s claws extend as your cries of pain grow louder. He scratches at the old wood, barely leaving a mark on them. Your voice finally quiets down, and the flames cease. Chrollo pushes at the doors and they finally open, as if mocking the Spider. The men rush inside to a scene they’ll all remember for centuries to come.

Hisoka stands over your body as a pool of flesh and blood grows under the altar you were laid on. Bones were thrown onto the floor as well, most likely your left arm as you’ve predicted hundreds of times. The jester grins over your body, holding your half-eaten heart in his claws. The blood vessels are still attached as he takes his final bite of your life source. You’re dead, and you probably have been for a while.

Nobunaga’s the first to take action, taking out his blade as he rushes to cut off Hisoka’s head. He’s successful, but it doesn’t immediately kill off the demon. Chrollo rushes to your mutilated body and holds onto you, staring into your empty eyes as his tears spill from his eyes and onto your agonized face. Your wedding dress… stained with blood and ruined by the savagery of Hisoka.

“Why… why?!” He screams, to Hisoka, to God, the Spider’s members, to anyone who’d listen to the man’s grievances.

Hisoka’s decapitated head chuckles at the sight before him, licking its lips. “I merely wanted a final feast before returning to my prison… She was well worth the wait. I knew I did right by setting her home on fire all those years ago… her soul was a marvelous last supper.” He cackles as the last of his power leaves his head, burning itself and his body into ashes.

“What did she do to deserve this?! What have I done to deserve such a betrayal?! To have my wife- my woman taken from me in such a brutal way?!” Chrollo wails, grabbing hold of his own sword as he rises, gently leaving your body on the altar as he walks to the fallen crucified body of Christ.

“I’ve dedicated my life to you! I’ve killed for you! I’ve given to those who never had their own means of attaining for you! I followed everything I could… and this, this is how you reward me?! By taking my only joy away, by making her suffer at the hands of a demon?! To hell with this, damn you!” Chrollo strikes into the heart of the Lord’s chest, a stream of human blood flowing through the area his sword struck at, surprising the group. They watch as their untethered leader removes the blade, now stained by the blood of Christ.

“It’s- it’s made out of stone… how is that possible..?” Whispers Phinks to Uvogin, both equally shocked at the sight before them.

Chrollo’s body suddenly drops to the floor, grabbing ahold of his face as a burning sensation fills his body. “What’s… what’s happening to me?!” He demands, his teeth aching with agony.

“I think you’ve upset your Lord.” Nobunaga replies, kneeling next to his lifelong friend. “Chrollo, I’ve never seen human blood come out of a statue like this… I think Hisoka may have cursed this whole place.” He warns, “we should get you and her body out of here… there’s a castle about a few hours walk into the forest, we’d have to go through the mountains but it shouldn’t be anything difficult for us.” Nobunaga didn’t know what else to say to him as Chrollo pants heavily in pain.

One of his fingers slips down to his sword, dragging it in the blood of Christ. He brings it up to his face, sniffing it profusely until he licks at it, disgusting Nobunaga.

“Boss- that’s not-“ Chrollo suddenly pushes Nobunaga down, eyes blown wide with bloodlust. He notices sharp fangs have grown in his teeth, sharp and yet to be baptized. Before anyone can stop Chrollo, he rushes up to your body, overwhelmed with the scent of blood. He gently bites into the unstained side of your neck, drinking your still-warm blood. He grabs onto your body once more, holding you delicately as he feast to his heart's content.

No one stops him, they’re all too shocked to move. The sight of him consuming your blood… would you have been okay with this? Does your soul watch over him now in pity or anger? Are you happy to nourish your lover in death?

Chrollo’s had his fill of you, if he couldn’t have your body physically, then at least he could devour you in the only way his mind could comprehend now.

Hisoka consumed you out of greed and lust; was Chrollo’s reasoning much different?

He looks down at your body as he pants, more tears forming at his eyes. “Forgive me, beloved. I won’t harm your body again… I didn’t realize what I'd done until I did it; let me bury you and put you to rest.” Chrollo sobs out, carrying your bloodied body bridal style for the last time.

“Where did you say that castle was located? Nobunaga? She deserves a beautiful home to rest in.”

“What happened to the church after that? How did the others transform?” Kalluto asks, leaning against Chrollo’s side. Chrollo chuckles as he places his arm around his underling, sighing.

“I buried my lover that night, the following day we came back to burn it down, no one’s dared to step on that land since.” Chrollo explains. “I… I turned Nobunaga a few days later in a fit of blood lust. He wasn’t upset, he said he dreamt of it happening the night my lover died. He expected it to happen.”

“So… you were the one to turn Nobunaga?” Kalluto confirms. “But what about the rest of them?”

“Nobunaga turned Machi a few days after that instance, it was by accident. The blood lust was too overwhelming for him and he nearly killed her. He fed her his own blood and turned her that night… admittedly I turned Pakunoda soon after starving myself for a few days, Phinks and Shizuku were turned by Machi, and Uvogin and Shalnark continue to live due to the potions Shizuku’s created.” Chrollo explains as he rises from the snowy ground. Kalluto follows suit right after, holding onto Chrollo’s hand as they begin to walk back to the castle.

“What about Franklin and Feitan? They’re not vampires, and neither is Bonolenov.” He continues.

“Franklin… admittedly as a vampyrling I stole his body from a grave in the village to experiment on. He’s what I refer to as a Frankenstein, strong and immortal. He likes to stay with Shizuku and help her with experiments. Feitan’s a naga, their life expectancy can reach into the thousands. Bon was already a mummy when he joined The Spider. Any more questions, my underling?” Chrollo asks amusedly, opening the metal doors to the back entrance of his home.

“How come you never leave the castle?” Kalluto continues.

“My beloved rests here and it was my foolish choices that led to her demise, so I won’t leave her for an extended amount of time. The Spider will be here shortly, let’s prepare the dining hall for them.”

“Kalluto! Your hair’s grown longer.” Pakunoda comments as she pulls in the boy for a hug. “You look sharper too, getting over the fledgling stage, huh?” She adds, pulling away from him.

“Damn, I missed this place! Is the boss inside?” Uvogin roars as he strides past the opened gate.

“He’s catching your dinner.” Kalluto confirms, watching as more members fill the courtyard. “Franklin, Shizuku, and Feitan are in the foyer, you can join them in there while I wait for Nobunaga, Machi, and Bonolenov.” Kalluto instructs. Uvogin walks ahead while Pakunoda stays behind with Kalluto.

“How has he been?”

“Same as always. He told me about his dead fiancée. He won’t move on from her.”

“That’s expected, they were practically soulmates… he’s been happier with you around, so thank you for that.”

Kalluto shifts uncomfortably, looking away from the woman. “It’s not like I asked to be turned, but I am grateful. This life… I don’t think I can move on from certain things now.” He admits.

“You’re a vampire, you’ll learn to relish in that one day.”

Chrollo sips on a chalice of blood as the spider members feast on their own delicacies. Most of them are vampyres too, but it was quite entertaining to watch Uvogin and Feitan eat the deer he hunted for them. Feitan unhinges his jaws in order to swallow it whole, while Uvogin prefers to slash into his meat with his bare claws. Bon didn’t eat much, basic human sustenance would fuel him such as fruit and cooked meat, same with Franklin.

“Boss! Why’d you call us here anyway?” Uvogin barks out between savory bites of the deer carcass. “Been a while, missed you guys- fuck, this deer’s real good!” He moans.

“The local villages have all grown weary of us once more since they’ve noticed Kalluto’s lack of aging- I believe we should give them something to truly worry about.”

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