Prologue - The Darkness
A storm crashed upon the land…
In sleep he sang to me…
The world shook at the might that threatened to consume all it touched…
There is a hole in the world like a great black pit…
Power reverberated throughout its very essence…
Here's a toast to going against the grain, going insane…
Rain swamped the land and lightning boiled the sea…
Do I dream again? Now I find…
Beginnings start on a clean slate…
I die day after day after day…
Endings are the final reckoning, the last chance to run…
No good deed goes unpunished…
Evil, when unchecked, multiplies…
The angel of music sings songs in my head…
What remains to balance good?
There is a hole in the world, but not for long
Endings are the best ways to tell a story…
It goes by the name of…London
It comes.
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The room was enveloped by the darkness that inhabited those within it. Those who hid from the light stood in an arc, a perfect circle, except for the throne at one point. Shrouded in fog, turned away from the group, a man was seated upon the throne, a man who commanded enough power to level the world…Or had.
"Come forward Traney", came a rasping, sinister voice from beneath the veil of shadow, summoning one of the men from the circle.
The man in question fell to his knees and approached head bowed, waiting for the punishment or reward that awaited him
"Is our newest member ready for its job?" the voice questioned again, a slight sneer appearing on the speakers face. "Has it…recovered?"
"Master, it has." The robed figure replied, allowing the contained emotion appear on his face, imaging in the glory that would soon be his. He had succeeded in a way no one had, not even the Dark Lord himself! Relishing the words as they were spoken, he revealed his latest discovery in pure joy, "It already started. Master…it rewrote itself to fulfill your needs. It…deleted parts of its memory so it would not be hindered, stored them away to be accessed when needed, but could not affect it's…principles. It is most truly ours."
"Excellent" His master replied, hissing slightly as the words flowed out of his mouth. "I am…greatly pleased with your work. If it does succeed…You will have your reward."
He turned to the rest of his minions, his eyes falling on the…less successful of his followers. They needed an example. "Lucius, come forward.
Lucius Malfoy crawled forward to join Traney before his Dark Lord. "Yes, master?"
"Lucius, why have you not had as much success as Traney? No don't answer, I tire of your meaningless excuses. You will work harder, will you not?"
"Yes, my lord I-"
"Crucio"
Malfoy rived in pain from the Cruciatus Curse. Turning to address the rest of his followers, he absently released the curse, pleased by the gasping and shortness of breath. "That is all. You may go."
"Yes my lord. Thank you my lord," came the murmured reply. Traney and Malfoy quickly crawled back to his place in the circle. Recognizing the Dark Lord's dismissal, he and all the other hooded figures disappeared from the room; ready to begin their tasks and waiting for the next summons to arrive.
The Dark Lord Voldemort, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, once a common man called Tom Marvolo Riddle, remained in the room, studying the world beyond the room, or the mansion it stood in. It was a blue moon tonight…It was the one full moon where a werewolf did not undergo the change…It was the one full moon when the man went rabid without need of a change…It was the one night where the world hid in silence, and the night ruled once more.
It was the night when the dark rose, and none could turn it back.