I'm excited to write this and see what happens, although I don't plan on updating often until I finish my other fic. THE PROPHECY. It's most likely a terrible fic, but hey who cares, we are here to read this one begin
3rd person pov
In the depths of hell and the bottom of the pit lays a door. A place where Christianity meets Greek "Mythology" . At one end is a tortured soul. The sad and upset soul of a former wizard. A Half-blood. The most evil of all time bringing disgrace and humiliation to every good slytherin alive. Thomas riddle. On the other side is the defeated goddess of Earth with no physical form. Gaea. The two put their hands through the white see-through veil. The hands touched.
"Come with me Tom, " Gaea croaks.
"I can't... if I do, I'll be punished... severely," Tom responds, almost with sincerity and a hint of fear.
"You'll be okay, I solemnly swear."
Tom put his hands around his head, then recoiled like a snake. His eyes glowed red. "Those words ... something to do with, with POTTER!"
"i'm sorry, " Gaea says with a hint of sadness in her voice.
"No need, I need to to stop acting that way." His eyes turned back to their original color
" Come, come with me, follow me to Tartarus. If you do unlimited power, and the destruction of Potter, all in one jump."
A snake , almost like Nagini curled around him, squeezing him to a point where he couldn't breathe.
His face turns to that of his evil days. An almost no existent nose, and a bald head. He calms and the snake squeezes harder. Gaea , though a goddess and witnessing the event couldn't help. For her current state , wouldn't do a thing.
"Forgive me, " Voldemort cries.
The snake hisses and relaxes.
"What a foul mouthed snake," Tom says returned to his natural state, barely breathing.
" This is why you have to come with me ," Gaea says.
"Oh, blast it ," he says as he holds onto her hand.
SHe pulls , he falls.
Tom turns to see her, but sees nothing but the baren landscape of Tartarus.
"My love," He says worriedly. " Where are you?"
"Right here, " Her faded look shocks him. In the form of a ghost with stunning beauty even more so than when they were talking stood a green faced girl with braids all around her. She floated in air. Nothing could describe the scars all over her body however. The beauty held back as much of the bloodied scars of her battle with demigods and mortals. She felt every piece of grass murdered or mutilated to be shorter and flinched constantly. She heard curses at her for weather. It was a wonder she wasn't completely deranged. Tom felt her pain like a blade. IT took all his might to keep himself from becoming an even more deranged threat that moment.
He gasps. Before he could form a sentence to describe his shock, she put a finger to his lips. It felt sharp like a sword. " I know," She whispered. "I know, when the, the demigods won, the way I felt it was the only form I had."
Tom flinched, he heard tales from her about them. He truly despised them.
He locked eyes with her sealing their deal, made so long ago.
All he had to do was come to the Greek/Roman side of the veil and they'd merge and destroy the demigods and the other blasted wizards.
She pulled him into a tight embrace, and they kissed. His clothes which were once just tattered rags now resembled those of a fine gentleman. He wore a black suit and a top hat. He had a Holly (type of wood peeps) wood cane with a sheperds crook handle made from the finest elements.
"Did, it hurt," He asked.
"What do you mean.
"Did it hurt , when the elements your body made were taken to make this cane?"
"I did it on purpose, so no."
She flung herself into his body. He gasped and felt the pain of so many millennia. To have your husband throw away your children, to be defeated, to seee everything happen to you and nobody cared. He saw his vision fade.
He found himself in a Bee farm. There were two satyrs and a girl with brown hair. It was Luton , England and they were running very fast. From a monster. The girl pulled out a scythe , and struck the monster down. The thing disintegrated, and the girl landed on her knees.
She took a sharp breath. The two satyrs, happy they made it out alive rushed to the little girl.
"Follow my lead," Gaea said. Beyond his will his arm moved up. In DC Comic terms , he looked liked the penguin but acted like the Joker.
" Hi," He said creepily , this time on his own terms. "Want to see some magic?"
The girl shook her head and spoke. " No sir." Her voice was gravelly, but monotone. she opened her eyes and the milky color told him she was blind.
"why don't I show you some anyway."
" She said no , I don-"
He tapped his cane on the ground and flowers sprouted out.
"Want to smell them," He asked.
The satyr that had spoken a second earlier came up to the irresistible scent. The other satyr who was very cautious pushed the girl backward.
The satyr sniffed and the girl said one thing, "Run."
A swarm of bees rushed from all directions , passing straight through Tom , but staying close to the flowers. The satyr sneezed and the swarm of bees turned to attack him.
The satyr was left dead with several stings on his body, the girl gone along with the other satyr.
A young man in his 30's felt a disturbance on his forehead. His scar which had stopped burning 19 years ago. He knew it was dire and apparated to his home. This had never happened before.