Lionel Winchester clenched his wand in his hand hard, he was robbing Gringotts for the Templar Ring. It was a misplaced artifact that was taken from his ancient ancestor a thousand years ago, in the battle at his fortress in Scotland. Created from the thousands of no-maj souls that Wilhelm took from his captured victims. The ring was said to amplify the magical prowess of a pure-blood wizard by a hundred fold, and Lionel wanted that immense power to himself. Power that in Lionel's hands, he could enslave all no-maj individuals on planet Earth within decades. World domination was Lionel's endgame, and establishing a ranking of wizards based on blood-status.
His assassin had killed all the guards, each had their throats slit, or disemboweled with Cronos' blades that he wields with lightning speed. Cronos wore a suit that gave him regenerative healing from non-curses and lighting fast speed, meaning he could slice a group of people up faster than they could see him. And Cronos had throwing stars for the occasional distance combatant, which he used them to great effect whenever a guard spotted Lionel. Who was just walking by as the guards were hacked limb from blood soaked limb.
Blood covered the walls, like buckets of red paint over the caverns of the area. Most were from guards that attacked Lionel… or to be more specific tried. Some areas were covered with torn up intestines that were sliced up like shredded chicken in Gringotts. While some guards were literally cut up in to large dice-shaped pieces of bone and flesh. Sometimes having to clear the blood-soaked giblets to cross the area without tripping over them. It would show them that Voldemort, despite his disappearance may not be the worst "dark" wizard in the world. Making this heist a bloody massacre was Lionel's way of sending a message while doing so, a body count always does.
Getting caught was never a worry for Lionel, as he was a billionaire who practically could pay off the jury at home if extradited. Or if he could not bribe them off, Cronos would kill them to intimadate the next jury to see him as innocent. Despite the fact he gassed the reception area, and came in at night he was amazed no ministry aurors showed their faces. But if they showed their faces, Cronos would kill the with tachyon-like speed, or Lionel could use the killing curse on one. One of them could be stalking him and his assassin as he's thinking.
The vault he had to reach was vault 0763, the secretive location one information broker told him the location and it would be heavily guarded. But with what, Lionel swore his assassin could have wiped out all the guards in the bank beforehand. All the goblins were knocked out by a noxious gas that Lionel had planted in the bathrooms of the facility. So for all intense of purposes, that vault was already his for the tanking. So the vault was no longer guarded, all staff were knocked out or just simply eviscerated by Cronos.
"Cronos, can you detect any more lifesigns that need to be killed," asked Lionel in his typical baritone Eastern American accent.
"No master, I killed everyone under the bank who could stop us," answered in his logical German accented voice.
"Good. That vault the information broker gave me will be slim pickens'," replied Lionel with a smile across his face.
They went on a cart that took them to their objective, and were almost surprised by the lack of security there.
When he reached the vault it was completely unprotected, as if somebody had left it unsecured for a perfect trap. Everything about it in his gut read trap, there was no guards, no aurors, and not even a dragon or a basilisk. For a job of this complexity, Lionel would have expected a creature of immense power nearby, but there was nothing. Not even the entrails of a dead guard, or the blood of one of his assassin's victims… there was nothing. Nothing meant he could just walk out of the cart, and claim his prize from inside the vault.
Approaching the goblin-made vault, he readied his basilisk horn core wand that his father gave as an heirloom. Lionel cast the blasting curse at the vault door, it blew a large crater the size of his hand from the sheer power of his wand. It made a noise so loud that he heard the muffled sounds of apparitions from the aurors. Each was like a muffled sound in a screaming choir of voices. Sounds that were so subtle, Lionel could not hear anything over the sound of the blast.
Lionel ducked as the wizards and witches surrounded him, as they cast their trademarked stunning charm in unison. In that split second, when the charms struck the wall behind Lionel like a loud thunderstorm. In a swift dash for safety, Lionel charged through the wizards and witches, knocking several to the floor with his herculean strength he got from his wife's strength potion.
Lionel ran with a taunt as he let out another ultimate weapon, "Now you seem me. Now you don't."
From a device shaped like long tube with a thumb-flipped hatch, a group of magical decoys came out to distract the aurors. Each decoy waiving his wand wildly in the air, and letting out blue bolts of magical energy each time. Decoys that were so perfect the aurors would think he drugged some poor "muggles" with a polyjuice potion. Though, they absorbed the forces of many spells as if it was an energy shield, and no muggle could do that.
"Marko… Avada Kadavra," Lionel yelled as he flung green bolt of lethal lightning that killed one of the aurors guarding the vault.
"Cronos! Finish the remaining nine of them," Lionel said with a predatory grin, concealed under his fake mustache.
Out of the cover of darkness, a thin figure wearing a metal mask over his face detracted two blades for the kill. Aurors cast blasting charms at the assassin, but as they were about to aim, he moved through the air so swiftly that nobody could see him. Assuming the strange figure just vanished, they all focused on Lionel and his decoys. But they could not him either, not without dealing with ten perfectly identical doppelgangers. Completely unaware of the loud, bullet soaring sound that came from behind them.
Soon one of the aurors flew ten feet across the granite floor, blood trailing behind the man. All of the aurors were shocked, their faces completely vacant in fear. Another lighting fast slash in the air, a witches intestines were decorating the floor with gray and red. With each lighting fast slash, red streaks flew through the air, each in the pattern of a sword slash. One of the aurors even had one of his legs chopped off, and his face struck with the blade. It all happened in a storm, a massive storm of blood and gore that went across the vault area.
"That's artsy and legendary," Lionel said with a grin on his face.
"Done better working as the Fuhrer's top assassin," said Cronos, as he retracted the blades on his arms.
"Open sesem… Oh screw it. Confringo," muttered Lionel as cast the blasting curse from his legendary wand.
In a thunderous explosion the vault door was blasted open as wide as a kicked open door. The front of the vault door glowed a bright red, that was as blinding as a star's rays. Lionel closed his eyes tightly, as he moved into the vault like a stalking predator. Looking for more traps that could lay inside like a booby trap in Nam. But the vault was very massive and as vacant as an abandoned house in New York city.
"Almost too quiet. Maybe we should check the vault with the light charm," muttered Lionel calmly.
"Lumos"
In a bright flash of light the whole area around Lionel lit up like a day/night cycle. Light revealed the whole area to be a dungeon of sorts in a European school. Perhaps it was Durmstrang or Hogwarts, but this area was the location of the ring that Lionel so desperately desired. It was his wife's description of Hogwarts, an inferior school that doesn't teach the dark arts like Ilvermorny. What puzzled Lionel the most was the fact they would hide a product of the dark arts in a school that despised Winchester family practices.
But the good news was that he never saw anyone in the room, as it would be a shame for him to let Cronos loose on the children. At the end of the room he saw a stone chiseled pedastal that was magically carved in similar fashion to most of hogwarts. It was a severed skeletal hand at the end of the room with the ring at the end that resembled the Ring of Wilhelm from the very first Skirmish between wizards. Or it was referred to by the Winchester Family as the Great War of the wizards, where most no-maj-borns were wiped out by Karl Ruprectshe Wilhelm.
"Isn't it fishy that my family's ancient legacy is hidden at a school? Because the ring is hidden in a children's school," whispered Lionel.
"I'm not paid 500,000 Dragots a year to think! I'm paid to assassinate your enemies and guard you," whispered Cronos through his mask.
Lionel ran to the hand to grab it, he managed the get the ring off the severed hand and on to his finger, and he felt the power flow through him like a bunch of dopamine. His already immense magical prowess was augmented a hundred fold from the power of the ring. It felt like he's more powerful than death, or even a god, if that being exists. God never existed, Lionel thought he was a god from the immense power he received from the Ring of Wilhelm.
"That was too easy," he said as he threw down his fake mustache, and said the incantation, "incendio."
The fake mustache was burned a small puff of fire no bigger than a matchbox.
But Lionel was surprised to find a witch apparate from the ministry, and speak the phrases, "Hey, Handsome!" as she was readying her wand.
"Deffindo!"
"Deffindo!"
Lionel's face was pooling with blood, as soon as he was hearing the loud sucking noise that an apparition makes when a magic user teleports. He fell on the floor, his hands coated in as much blood as someone who had their throat slashed. Cronos tried to lift him up, as the blood was coating the stone floor beneath him.
Ughhh! Son of a… I'm going to kill her. I'm going to kill and enslave them all," He proclaimed as he stood up.
His face was slashed so badly not even the best wizard or potions master could fix the damage done to his face from the severing charm. Each slash was as wide as a wand tip, with the shape of an x across his entire face. Despite his pain, he was enough to not simply kill the witch that done this, but torture her until she suffers the same as the Longbottoms.
"First you're going to get out with my prize. Then we're going to kill all no-maj-borns like that fat bitch," he proclaimed.
"Hahahahah," Lionel laughed in a manic state.
September 6th 1981
The Daily Prophet: The Caper of the Century!
There was a night time heist done at Gringotts last night, and it was not only an immense theft but a tragedy. One unidentified man with a mustache and his assassin knocked the staff out noxious gas. His assassin has been recognized as Fredrick Joseph Cronos, one of the top assassins for the muggle dictator Adolph Hitler. An artifact was stolen, and not only that many people were brutally slaughtered by Fredrick, one was confirmed to be killed by the unidentified man. This could be the re-emergence of he who-should-not-be-named.
Most of the people were killed by non-magical means, they were all killed with blades from the assassin. The deaths were nine aurors, and 200 hundred bank gaurds. The Ministry of Magic is on high-alert, and the investigation of this incident is their top priority.
A/N
What did you think?