Author's note: well this is it I'm new to writing fan fiction I just hope I don't suck to bad ha! No flames but constructive criticism is appreciated please read and review.
Disclaimer: I don't own Deadman Wonderland or Harry potter they belong to their respective owners so please don't sue I'm broke anyway. Warning: This story features strong swearing, blood & gore, spoilers, and large amounts of noob style writing.
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"Shiro" is dead. The anger, and despair expressed on his face that was caused by my words…truly sickening. But it doesn't matter the lullaby beckons me to sleep me. With barely a flick of my wrist the signature swirl like pattern that all branches of sin take rushed at him in a tornado of blood impacting the already rubble covered battleground collapsing the ground underneath him and sending him falling to his doom. Kissh how disappointing whoosh smash! The boy no Ganta's branch of sin had rushed at him impacting and dislodging the helmet from my face revealing my long white curtain of hair to his flabbergasted stare. The fool what is he so surprised about?
The surprise attack from the bullet of blood launched at me knocked me from my perch in the sky. Sleepy that gentle lullaby emitting from that damn contraption forced my eye lids to steadily close. Unseen by the red cloaked terror free falling into the dark crater that was blown in by the earlier the show of force, a flash of crimson flashed across the sky taking the Wretched Egg with it.
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Elsewhere in a circular room sitting in a chair petting his beloved snake Nagini the Dark lord Voldemort plans on how to wipeout all of those disgusting muggles and mudbloods While watching his loyal death eaters preparing a dark ritual to summon a weapon to wipe out his enemies once and for all. A rat face man rushes through the doors and kneels before his lord. Wormtail rise hold out your arm Voldemort commands he takes one look at the silver hand of glory snarls in disapproval your other arm. Wormtail whimpers in fear as his lord pulls out a serrated dagger from inside his cloak. Hadn't he been a good servant so why was he being the one to sacrifice his blood again?
Calm yourself Wormtail Lord Voldemort rewards those who suffer for my cause. And with a resounding shink he began carving into the offered arm that is currently bleeding into the circle of runes carved into the floor. Deeper the blade digs and cuts past veins as they pop and twist from the force of the knife past tendons as his arm becomes useless Wormtail shrieks in pain. Might as well go all the way to make sure the summoning ritual is a success Voldemort thinks to himself and with a sick plop the bloodied arm falls to the ground lifeblood flowing into the circle of runes. Bellatrix place him into the circle orders Voldemort. Yes my lord with an insane cackle she levitates Wormtail's body into the center and places the limp body down and retreats into the row of death eaters who are preparing themselves to chant the words that will activated the summoning.
As Voldemort approaches the edge of the circle he states finally this war will end in our favor begin the ritual as his death eaters began to chant the candles flicker and waver before being snuffed out casting the chamber in complete darkness as the death eater continue their chanting the candles burst back to life. Lord Voldemort walks slowly to the edge and pours a cup worth of blood on to the floor to mangle and mix with the already spilled blood. Odd purple colored octagons spin slowly in the circle the spinning slowly picks up reducing the unconscious Wormtail`s body into a bloody soup.
The octagons are soon joined with trails of swirling blood that block the center from view. The wind kicked up from the revolutions soon recedes. The room full of tense death eaters wait with baited breath to see the result of the ritual because if it didn't work there would be hell to pay. The smirk full of victory that Lord Voldemort had on his face changes to a snarl of rage for a red cloaked figure with hair as pale her skin looked back at him with curious red eyes.
Elsewhere a green eyed teen with a lightning bolt shaped scar awakens in a panic scar bleeding visibly into the white of the pillowcase from his latest vision of the dark lord.
AN: And that was the prologue hope it wasn't to dreadful, sorry about the shortness any concerns or ideas please post them in the comments please review.