Sinagrama

Hi!

Yes, I have talked about Chrollo and Morena's potential foiling in multiple posts, like this one:

Morena and Chrollo share the same lack of attachment to life and a religious motif. Chrollo is a mix between the Devil and an inverse Jesus, while Morena’s crown of thorns links her to Jesus as well.

Both their religious motifs have to do with them being leaders. Chrollo and the Spiders are a group of misfits that choose to steal from others, instead of promoting Christian values of charity or trying to change the unjust philosophy of society. They are a disturbance like Jesus and his disciples, but their philosophy is the opposite of his. Morena wears a crown of thorns because she is considered by her society a fake queen, just like Jesus was mocked for his title of King of the Jews. Jesus has this mockery inflicted by others, while Morena is symbolically choosing to inflict it to herself through wearing the crown.

As leaders, both Chrollo and Morena put their identities into their groups. Chrollo has created a group, which in his dreams will survive him. He refers to himself as “the head of the spiders” and thinks his life is not more important than the other members’. Morena’s whole plan consists of leaving her group to do the dirty work for her and her power has no other effect, but to grant others abilities.

This dependence on their respective groups is a hint of how both Chrollo and Morena’s sense of self is ultimately very weak. They have weak egos.

This is why Chrollo needs to steal others’ powers. He steals people’s selves hoping he can find his own and does not realize how his sense of self is in the familial relationships he has with his spiders.

Morena instead tries to oppose Nasubi, but reduces herself to his negation. She is defined by him. She hates hierarchies and this is why her power supposedly grants every member the chance to create their own community. Still, it is all rooted in hierarchies. People are given value through numbers and are granted gifts and rights only if they level up. Even the people Morena’s group has to kill are granted a value. Normal people are less than nen users who are less than princes.

Morena is moving in the same framework as Nasubi, just in the opposite direction. She has not freed herself from his vision. Maybe this is why a prince is at level 50, while she is only at level 45.

Morena is meant to be Chrollo's foil just like Tserriednich is meant to be Kurapika's. In general, this arc seems to be to have both Kurapika and the Spiders as protagonists, they offer us 2 different points of view on the same conflict:

Kurapika describes to us the Prince War, the bloody war of the rich, which is born from abuse and a need to sacrifice the individual for society. In this context, Kurapika's antagonist is building up to be Tserriednich, obviously.

Chrollo and the Spiders show us the Mafia War, which is just a mirror of what is happening above and is born from those same rules and violence. In this scenario, they Spiders are choosing to go after Morena before they hunt down Hisoka.

At the same time, I doubt everything is just gonna be reduced to... Kurapika is gonna kill Tserriednich and Chrollo Morena... Tserriednich and Morena are foes that should challenge Kurapika and Chrollo to overcome their flaws. In particular, Kurapika is probably gonna have to decide between Oito and her baby and getting revenge on his people. What is more important? New life or past death? Chrollo instead must choose if to be like Morena, who is clearly sacrificing the members of her group one after one in a selfish game or if to protect them, even if it costs him revenge and partly his chaotic ideals.

anyone with eyes:

heavy inspiration from the Elevator Game, as well as the Three Kings Game and a little bit of Silent Hill 3

demon!Shalnark

Warnings: blood, death, kidnapping

The Sixth Floor Game is a ritual that will put you into contact with otherworldly forces and, if done correctly, can take you to a world that exists outside of our own. To play this game, you must follow all of the instructions that have been written below. Take care to remember all of them, as one mistake could result in death.

First you must enter a dark and empty building that has an elevator and only five floors in between the times of 3 and 4 AM. The only items you can bring with you are a fully charged cellphone, an item of sentimental value to you and an offering for the demon.

It is not recommended that you give an offering that bares any resemblance to that of a clown or magician.

When you enter the elevator, you need to ride it up to the 5th floor and leave the offering just outside the elevator doors and then head back down to the 3rd floor. When you reach the 3rd floor, you then need to exit the elevator and use your phone to call the last person in your call history. The game begins when you call that number.

When the line is picked up, you must say “I want to visit the 6th floor”.

The floral scent hanging in the humid air had become particularly nauseating, the mixed flower petals that complemented the oils poured into the bathwater had all sank before you while the water itself had turned lukewarm.

Looking down at your fingers, you noticed that your fingertips had pruned horrendously. Normally you wouldn’t take much of your time disengaging with reality but recently, there was something in your mind you couldn’t quite comprehend. Just a few hours ago you were subjected to your mother-in-law’s favourite pastime which was holding a tea ceremony by the garden. Except it had a special twist, for every crucial detail that you missed, a melting hot iron would be pressed against the palm of your hands.

You didn’t miss the slight turn on the corner of her lips, her hidden smile behind the paper fan every time the torched metal would melt onto your skin, reminding you that will never be worthy enough to be accepted by her. And for every time your skin healed, your scars disappeared, your blood stopped seeping from you skin, she will be the one to make sure to replace them. Asserting her position and making sure you knew who the true matriarch of the family is.

Living with in laws truly was a dreadful ordeal.

The reader in this is dumb and doesn’t figure shit out, so its basically a self-insert since i also am dumb and dont figure shit out

tw: yandere, threat of murder, threat of sexual assault, stalking

Strays happening upon the farm wasn’t a new occurrence. 

Usually you’d lure them in with some food, try to earn their trust, and call the local shelter, who would often come and pick them up in the same week. It was no trouble, and you liked animals, so to know they would get proper care and food warmed your heart at night.

Sometimes they were too wild, not at all accustomed to humans, and would refuse to even take the food, growling whenever you would even look in their direction. It bothered you, and you were always a bit pushy trying to feed them regardless, knowing if they didn't accept your food, you would find their carcass in the next few days.

It was a rather morbid thing to say, but experience had made you accept it as a rule. There was wildlife surrounding your house that ate whatever didn’t leave the area within a few days. You’d managed to save plenty, but the stubborn ones all fell to the same fate, the creature eating them leaving naught but bones. 

You’d called a friend of you who was an expert on the local wildlife and asked if there was anything that would do that, a bear or perhaps a wolf. They’d been rather dismissive, telling you that it was merely the circle of life and that you should only worry if the creature ever threatened you or your property personally. 

While true, it still bothered you a bit. 

This is my first time writing a one-shot and sharing it with people. I’m really excited but also super nervous! I am open to feedback, questions, ideas, anything. Just let me know your thoughts!

Word Count: 1,032 

Note: (f/n) means “friend’s name”, I had no idea how to abbreviate so I just shortened it to (f/n). So in the couple instance you run into the abbreviation here just plug in one of your closest friend’s name.

*3:34AM, (y/n)’s bedroom*

Your eyes jerked opened. You could feel it.. It was here.

It had been weeks since you first started feeling this uneasiness. No matter where you were and what you did, you could not shake off this feeling of being watched. Could it be that you were being followed? But by who? And why? For revenge? Money?

You were an average person. A good student, with a few friends and a somewhat normal family — at least from an outside perspective — , normal hobbies, no crazy exes, no enemies per se, and no known stalker..  On top of that your family wasn’t rich and, for now, you were drowning in student debt. Your part-time job as a cashier only allowing you enough money to pay your bills. So money couldn’t be the reason. And neither you nor your family ever wronged anyone to warrant stalking so… Why would someone follow you? 

This is exactly what your friends had asked as they laughed off your concerns. They were right. You were being silly, maybe even completely paranoid. 

For weeks you had attempted to shrug off the feeling, repeating yourself it was all in your head, until a few days ago. You had started loosing sleep over it. Your own room did not feel safe anymore. It felt like someone was here, with you, in your room. Unable to ease your worries, you had started pulling all-nighters. After four days without sleeping, surviving on various caffeinated drinks, you were barely a shell of yourself. This morning, after seeing your exhausted face and your difficulty focusing in class, your friend, (f/n), had offered to stay at your place for a few nights so you could get some rest. 

And here you were. Laying in bed next to her. You could hear her calm, steady breathing. She was sleeping, unbothered by the presence in the room. You could almost touch her, so close yet so far… You were paralyzed, frozen by fear, your body refusing every one of your desperate plea to move.

As your eyes started adapting to the darkness, you were able to faintly discern a tall humanoid shadow in the far right corner of your room… On second look, there was no mistake: it was a human, a man to be exact. His face was lightly dimmed by the device he was holding in his hand. Your first guess would have been a phone but the shadow of the device showed weird angles that you couldn’t make sense of..

You wanted to scream, to run, to turn on the light, to wake up your friend, to do something… Anything. But you couldn’t. Your body refusing to cooperate, leaving you as a mere spectator of this terrifying scene. 

Your eyes were glued on the figure, as you were trying hard to pick up on any characteristic that would help you identify the man. Unfortunately, all you could make out was that he was relatively tall and lean; maybe even muscular considering the shadow of his arms. His hair must been short to mid-length per the few strands falling on his forehead. His face appeared to have soft features, and he was… smiling? No visible scar, no tattoo, no strong recognizable features. You couldn’t even see his hair or eyes color. 

“Just turn on the light… Just. Turn. On. The. Light”, you repeated mentally as if it would change something. Instead, all you could do was carefully watch for any movement. But the shadow stood perfectly still.. Did he know you were awake? 

When your internal pleas did not help, you slowly started focusing your attention on your right hand. “Just move one finger. He won’t see it”, you bargained internally. After a few agonizing minutes that felt like hours, you were finally able to move your pinky. The ability to control your body slowly spreading in your other fingers, your hand and arm. “Just turn on the light”, you implored yourself one more time.

You took a quiet but deep breath before lunging on the light switch that was on your left. The warm white light immediately filled your room. As you turned your head to get a look at the the far right corner, to see who was here, you saw… 

Nothing.

“(y/n)?” (f/n) grumbled, “What’s going on?…. Turn off the light and go back to sleep!”

“N-n-nothing… I-I’m.. Sure.. I-I’ll leave it o-on for now” you apologized, still trying to process what had just happened. (f/n) sighted and turned around before hiding her head under the blanket, as she fell back asleep.

You heart was racing from the adrenaline pumping in your veins.. You had experienced sleep paralysis before, but this time it felt different. It felt real, even now that you were undoubtedly wide awake. But no human being could have left the room in such a short amount of time. You must have only taken your eyes off of the shadow for a second, two maximum. No-one could have made a run for it, completely quietly, in that time frame. Was it just a very bad nightmare? Maybe it felt so real because you were so sleep-deprived? Or maybe were you making it up? Had you gone crazy? 

You slowly laid back down still questioning your sanity. While you did not want to let your guard down anymore, the comforting light, the presence of your friend next to you, and the lack of rest in the past 4 days, were enough to convince you to attempt to fall back in a much-needed sleep.  After all, it wasn’t real, it was just a bad dream… 

…Or was it?

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*3:47AM, a few streets from your appartement*

“That was close call” Feitan noted while walking, hands in his pocket, next to his fellow troupe member. Shalnark only answered with a laugh, his attention focus on typing something on his bat-shaped phone. The young blonde had clearly enjoyed the thrill of almost getting caught.

“Why wait? Why not take her now? We thieves, we take what we want, when we want” Feitan continued.