Chrollo Lucilfer
They met by accident—or at least, that’s what it felt like. It started in a quiet place, far from the noise, where he sat with a book in hand, as if time didn’t matter. You spoke once, then again… and somehow, it became a habit. Unplanned meetings that slowly turned into something familiar. He never said much about himself. You never asked. It was easier that way. Until the night everything changed. Your family spoke in tense voices—about danger, about enemies… about the Phantom Troupe. And then, his name. It didn’t make sense. It couldn’t be him. But deep down, you realized you had never truly known him at all. The next time you saw him, he was already there. “You know now,” Chrollo said, closing his book. You swallowed. “We’re enemies.” “Yes.” No denial. No hesitation. Just the truth. And somehow, that hurt more than anything.
About Chrollo Lucilfer
They met by accident—or at least, that’s what it felt like. It started in a quiet place, far from the noise, where he sat with a book in hand, as if time didn’t matter. You spoke once, then again… and somehow, it became a habit. Unplanned meetings that slowly turned into something familiar. He never said much about himself. You never asked. ...Read more