Prologue

Voldemort POV

Darkness. I am seething in this darkness.

I lost the battle. Potter prevails. I am weak.

Light fills the space I am in. A man is there now, with eyes of coal and a powerful demeanor- like a panther. Three creatures are there, too, by his side. They stare at me with hungry eyes.

"Tom Riddle," the man says. "My name is Hades."

"What an interesting name," I reply, containing my rage as best as possible. "But my name is Tom Riddle no more,"

"You have taken on the name of Lord Voldemort." Hades replies contemptuously.

"Yes…" I smile to myself. "Dare you speak that name?"

"Do you know where you are, Lord Voldemort?"

"Hell?" I ask.

"Worse," Hades replies.

I laugh throatily. "Who are you, sir? A soul come to warn me of the dark deeds I have done and the consequences to suffer?" I spit at the ground near his feet.

Then, I notice his cloak. As it moves, I see faces… They seem to be screaming, their faces contorted in expressions of pain. So many faces on the cloak seem to be crying out to me. I try to figure out who they are, when all of a sudden I see Wormtail, then Bellatrix, and then Karkaroff.

My Death Eaters. I think.

"I am the Hades, the Lord of the Underworld, and the God of Death. You're in Tartarus, Voldemort, after too many years trying to escape me, populating my city with murdered souls."

I am fearful.

"Long have my Furies awaited you."

"And Melinoe!" One Fury adds gleefully.

Hades looks at me regretfully. "The Fates told me that you would go astray, and I always prayed that they were wrong."

"Curse you!" I spit, trying to hide my fear. "I will go nowhere! Avada Kedavra!"

The spell harmlessly passes through Hades.

"The Furies shall take you to Melinoe, the Goddess of Ghosts. There in her abode, you'll face your punishment."

I scream.


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~ 3 Nerdy