A stolen future's return or end.

Play the chained orchestra, losses reconciled in exposure.

As foes rematch, strengths are shuffled, lost souls contend.

Revisit to reconcile, earthly and heavenly closure.

Illumi held up the piece of paper that bore Gon's prophecy.

Hisoka had produced it seemingly out of thin air, citing Chrollo as the prophecy's transcriber. Years ago, the Phantom Troupe had held Gon and Killua hostage to threaten Kurapika. Being the creep that he was, Hisoka had asked Chrollo in secret to tell Gon's prophecy. Chrollo had complied, indulging Hisoka's seemingly inconsequential interest in potentially formidable opponents.

Illumi had chosen not to ask how Hisoka obtained Gon's blood type and date of birth.

Now that they had Killua and Alluka cornered in an alley in Yorknew, Hisoka decided it was the perfect time to offer Illumi the prophecy, greedily awaiting his reaction.

Presently, Illumi resolved, "I'm putting an end to my brother's independence stunt. We can start with his 'friend,'"

Hisoka visualized button-eyed puppets forming an elaborate, treacherous dance. The idea excited him.

"I knew we'd think alike," he drawled. "We'll decide the prophecy's course."

Illumi looked over at Killua, standing defiantly in front of Alluka. Something shifted in Illumi's impassive gaze. A malicious gleam. "I'd like for one love to destroy another."

The problem, they both knew, was the dire consequences of making a difficult wish.

"Phrase your command so that her goal is to kill Gon," Hisoka suggested, "but her methods are of her own accord ️."

Illumi didn't feel reassured that Hisoka was so invested in his family matters. It was a working idea though, and he didn't see a reason not to improve his chances of success. Whatever shenanigans Hisoka had planned, he'd deal with them on an as-needed basis.

"Nanika," Hisoka said without waiting for a response, handing her the prophecy. "Take this and make Illumi proud ❤."