Listening to the album of Avenged Sevenfold – Nightmare

Disclaimer: Never have or will own Harry Potter. This is a disclaimer for all the upcoming chapters.

Hey all,

First of all: Big thanks to my lovely beta Tiff, who has saved my writing life from a downright disaster. I truly recommend her stories on cupcake0118. Thanks again! :D

Second: This will be my first time ever that I've joined a fanfiction competition and wrote in name of that competition. This is my entry for the 'Greek Mythology' competition from Laux14. Tell me what you think of it and please leave a review! It's very important for me as competitor!

I truly hope you'll enjoy this.

Ares

'War is never beautiful', that's what people say, but that's just because they co-relate it to the happenings during a war. Many die, because they are weak. I'm not talking about physically, but mentally.

'Empathy' is a poisonous word as it will kill people slowly and painfully sooner or later. They die. Not that I mind as it gives me more pleasure how some people stand up before the person who is going to be killed. Begging to be killed instead, and in the end both die. 'Untrustworthy' is what I am.

Let me say it again: 'This is war'. You dumb pathetic human beings clearly don't understand what the word 'war' means.

Well I guess it can't be helped that you were born intolow society. However it's your own fault that you're idiots. Incompetent fools like you just have to learn it in the hard way; by leaving to the other world.

In case your little mudblood brains still don't get it; war is 'kill or to be killed'. Like the famous Charles Darwin once wrote: 'the survival of the fittest'. If you wonder how I would know anything about you,then you are clearly not one of the brightest.

Get it out of your head that I am in any way interested in your sort. I'm a strategist. Ever heard of "keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer". Well I twisted it a bit as I can't in any way keep a mudblood close in my inner circle, so I've studied and prepared instead.

And this, this is just the beginning. Just close your eyes and let all your senses taste the first victory. Can't you taste it? Feel it.

Can't you also hear the perfect synchronised choir and symphony; the screams of agony, the laughs of enjoyment, the fire crisping, the wood turning into charcoal and the thunderous feet running to or away from someone? Take a deep breath and exhale your surroundings. It's happening, you and I know it. If you don't, just open your eyes and look. Even I can't resist the smile on my face when bracedwith the sight before me.

It's splendid, like a beautifulpainting with every warm colour; chocolate brown, bright yellow sun with strikes of yellow ochre, magnificent claret and splashes of fresh blood red.

I moan at the scene before me; how everything floats so exquisitely together. I again close my eyes to savour it all in, until I hear hurried steps towards me. An annoying mosquito.

"Stupe-"

"Silencio!" I crack a smile when I gaze at my victim. Well isn't it the famous mudblood, and so desperately trying to escape from me now? I couldn't hold my low chuckle as I let myself dissolve in a black smoke to catch her. This is so much fun without any effort.

I yank on her mane, and pull her down tothe ground. She tries to yelp, but no sound comes out.

"Such a way to greet me, mudblood. Having fun? I am."

I hover above her with one foot on her stomach, my hand still in her mane to prevent her from escaping, though she attempts it, with her remaining strength. I let her try her futile act as it's always a pleasure to see someone so frustrated and I also hate to wait; I pull her dirty curls hard to force her gaze to mine.

"Once a filth, always a filth." I look her over and don't even try tohide my disgust.

"See this?" When her eyes never leave mine, I turn her head roughly to the picture.

"See this! The warm colours? Beautiful, isn't it? And you see that? The cold, the darkness and the void? The colourless and lifeless bodies eating dust. I assume you know to whom I am referring."

"That's where you all will lay, on the ground or six feet under." I flash her one of my rare bright smiles, until I feel something wet on my cheek. Spit. How dare she! I stamp on her stomach hard to see her face crumple in pain and hold back her tears. So vulnerable.

"This is what makes you all so weak. It's disgusting! Your sort will eventually die out without our help."

I can't help to pull on her hair again as if she were a ragdoll.

"But don't worry, mudblood. I won't kill you. I'll just tear you apart; limb" I indicate her right leg, then her left leg "from limb." going up to her two arms and lastly her head. I let her head go. She slowly moves herself deeper into the ground. Her soiled eyes fix on mine like a damn open book; fear, anger, sadness, and is that pity? I growl and take her on the crook of her shirt.

"Now don't try and dig your own grave yet. We still have so many fun things to do." I wait and spit the foul word out: "Granger."

After I remove my foot, I let my finger travel from her forehead to her smutty eyes, to her dirty nose, chapped lips and lastly her fragile throat. Her pulse quickens as I slowly pass each of her senses. My hand lazily claps her throat, finger by finger. A too-hard pressure could snap her throat in half, or block her breathing for good. A chuckle escapes. This power to have overone's life always feels so euphoric.

I close my eyes again as I slowly let myself dissolve into black smoke again. She squirms when she realises what is happening. When I open my eyes I give her a cruel smile in which she finds new strength to try and escape. She opens her mouth to scream, but my spell prevails.

"Don't worry. You won't die. Yet." This time she lets her tears stream freely as she stops fidgeting under my hold.

"Hermione!"

She opens her eyes, in which I find a light sparkle of hope. I chuckle when her eyes vanish into blackness. My grey orbs never leave the black haired Wonderboy. I cannot containmy glee, when I think of all the things I can do to her. Until the day Potter will find her; broken and mentally disabled.

I make a whirl around him and laugh loud enough for him to hear. I give him one last look, before I let myself completely dissolve from the war zone by blending in with the burnt ashes.

Finally, a reward for all my hard work.

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